I was still a Vegetarian and so was Thomas, but I didn't know much about natural healing. When we got to Valley House we met a man who was on a fruitarian diet. Of course I never heard of anything like this before. He explained that fruit was cleansing and he following Arnold Ehret's Mucusless Healing System. I had always had a lot of respiratory and congestion problems, so I was interested. I got a little fanatical, and just tried to be a fruitarian. It was too extreme for my body at the time, but in the long run, the things I learnt from it helped. It was another step in my journey of natural healing and cleansing.
Pot was still very much a part of my everyday life. Thomas and I wanted to smoke it every day. Psychedelics were too. Pot and Mushrooms were a big part of my Valley House experience. On the other side of the creek, outside of Valley House, was the enchanted forest and past there were cow pastures where magic mushrooms grew. One day a group of us took big brown shopping bags, that you get at a grocery store, and went up to the cow fields. There were so many mushrooms we filled up 2 bags, and just started eating them. I ate mushrooms until I couldn't chew. Again I DON"T RECOMMEND THIS TO ANYONE! Suddenly, everything was purple between my brain and my skull. It wasn't bad, just purple. I think it still might be, because purple is my favorite color.
Needless to say, we were all very high, and started walking back. Now we all saw why the enchanted forest was enchanted. We all saw it from a very different perspective on those mushrooms. I want to say, I think I kind of over dosed my system that day. I couldn't take mushrooms after that, without feeling weird.
I also had a very bad marijuana OD. Most people can't believe it but it is true. Thomas and I got stoned all the time. Our neighbor grew pot, and was very generous with it. So we would go down to his place to get high. One day we were heading down the hill to his place, as he and a group of people were heading up. Thomas and I were like, oh no, now we can't get stoned. But our friend says, we are going to the movies, but go down anyway. So we think, oh good, we can still get stoned.
We get to the house, and are looking for a joint. We can't find anything, but there is a tray of fudge on the table. So we say, our friend must of wanted us to eat some fudge. So we sit there, and eat 2 big squares each, and go home. A little while goes by, and I say to Thomas, I feel weird. I start feeling really weird, like I am going to die, weird. I can't really explain it, but it feels like my skin is being turned inside out. My blood was beating so hard, you could feel my veins and arteries just pumping. I can't stand being touched. I am a complete mess. I really felt like I was going to die, and I think maybe I could have for real. It was truly horrible.
In Hawaii, there are alot of misquitoes. We had a loft with a bed and a misquito net. Thomas went upstairs finally to sleep. Me, I was paralyzed there on the floor. I couldn't move, and I really couldn't talk. I remember passing out on the floor, with misquitoes all over my face.
The next day I woke up twice. It is strange, because it was usually sunny. That day was an unusally overcast day. It reflected my state. I woke up once and a friend of ours was sitting there in a chair looking at me. I felt very dehydrated, especially my brain. I tried to say water, for him to get me water, but all I could say was wa, wa. He didn't understand , freaked out, and ran away. I passed out again.
I woke up a second time and another friend was there, in the same chair looking at me. I went through the same thing. He understood and got me the water. I will always be grateful to him for that. I remember thinking that maybe I was brain damaged now, and that I had messed up the wonderful functioning body God gave me. I felt like I had Cerebral Palsy. I passed out again.
I woke up the next day. I could walk and talk, but I was very stoned. It was like I just smoked the strongest joint. I think Thomas had been in the loft this whole time. I am not sure, but he must have been passed out too. He just didn't feel like he was going to die.
Finally the next day I felt normal again. We went and talked to our neighbor and asked him what was in the fudge. He said it was made with marijuana butter, that had been cooked for hours and the dose to get really high was a small dab on your finger. I had eaten two large squares.
After that, I could never really ever smoke pot again. I would try and at least half the time it would bring back the OD. I associated smoking pot with fun, and all my friends did it, including Thomas and it was hard to quit. I would try to smoke, and I was back in the OD state. Even with that, it took me years to never, ever try to do it again. But for the most part, I didn't do it very much. The overdose affected my body in other adverse ways, that showed up years later, and I will tell that, when I get to it.
I really DO NOT RECOMMEND doing any of these stupid things that I did, with these substances. I suffered for many years with physical ailments from abusing my body in these ways. I told my daughter this, and I am telling you dear reader as well.
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