Please read and let me know what you think about this. I feel that this has gotten to the point where I can’t really deny it anymore, it’s too overwhelming.
First, here’s the background on the 16 and why I feel so strongly about that
particular number…
I tried Mushrooms about 2 1/2 years ago. I never had trouble handling
large dose shroom trips, despite the occasional paranoia that never really
lasted beyond the come-up period. But during every trip, I always felt
this odd feeling of “coming home again” or familiarity, even when they
were entirely new to me. I also had very similiar trips despite their
differences…they always felt the same. I always saw a recurring shape
and style of “hallucination” but I could never pinpoint why it was
familiar. I knew there was a general shape I saw, but I wasn’t sure what
that shape was. After a really good and heavy trip, during the long
comedown I could close my eyes and FINALLY see the shape; a spiral/curly
rainbow. I was so happy and content I finally got the shape down and
realizing it, subsequent trips only showed the shape and more glory and
beauty.
Around a year later or perhaps a year and 1/2 I was surfing online and
someone mentioned the movie Pi. I did some research on it and saw it
dealt with the Golden Mean. I always heard of the Golden Mean/Ratio but
had no idea what it was. I did a google Image search on it and my heart
skipped a beat; it was the EXACT shape I saw while tripping…but not only
that, but it seemed its what this entire reality is constructed
from…from the galaxies that spin to the quantum particle reactions and
eveerything in between, even the constructon of our bodies.
Anways, this was a cool concept and I was proved by that point that
Shrooms obviously open a gateway to the cosmic information that is always
around us but right outside our normal perception. I filed this lovely
idea away with my beliefs and trekked on.
Now I listen to a song called 8:16AM that has always been a source of
positive inspiration for me. A few months ago, I started seeing 8:16
everywhere, on clocks, receipts and other various places that random
numbers are generated. I wasn’t sure what to think really. What really
got me is that I realized it all started around 8/16/04. I figured
something was going to happen on 8/16, but I wasn’t sure what. Well, as
you can guess, 8/16 came and went and nothing happened.
I told myself it was just my mind playing tricks on me since obviously
nothing happened. The days went on and nothing changed, except I saw 16
more than I used to as well. Now the first thing people think or say
(even myself) is “Well thats just because you were looking for it/more
aware to it.” I agree, and for all I know, thats what it was. But it was
showing up in times where I either wasn’t looking for it AT ALL or just
really randomly in places where I had no time to wonder about it. For
example, I was driving to work, thinking about God, and I glance over to
the right and there’s a Bus passing me and the Bus number was 1616. I was
at a Taco shop with my friend playing video games, and right when I was
done, I walk over to my friend who is coincidentally finishing his
transaction. His total due which popped up on the Register was $16.16. I
had a decent shroom trip in the hills behind my house and when we were all
walking out there, there was a 16 spraypainted on the ground. I smile and
remember hearing something in my head (albeit I WAS tripping) “He’s not
afraid anymore.” After that trip I saw the number appear a lot more
often.
So I wasn’t sure what to think really. Thing is, I never really put these
two things together because I didn’t think they DID go together. Until
another Google search just a few months ago turned up this…
the golden ratio = (1.618)03399
Reverse that…816.1
(if you go to Google and type in GOLDEN MEAN you’ll see what I mean).
Was this coincidence anymore? It all made sense at that point. I saw the
shape because my Spirit was ready to see it. I was seeing the 16 because
the 16 was the best way to convey to me the story that the Spiral tells
and I only would have cared what 16 was if I listned to 311 who in turn
made a song called 8:16 which turned me on to the entire idea in the first
place (positivity and later the name itself). Skeptics will say that its all in my Brain, all just me
conditioning my Brain to see it more and to draw correlations where there
are no correlations…I’m thinking all this stuff up. But the same
Skeptic can’t even tell me how Thought is produced in the first place. So
I choose to believe this is a sign of my Path and that there’s always a
guide looking right over my shoulder.
And here’s what happened a few nights ago…
I stopped over at my friend Daniel’s after a night of a few brews down in
Pacific Beach. When I got there, he immediately smoked me out on a bowl
of decent schwag. His friend Marissa shows up and he often talked about a
‘super-chronic’ she had that got him higher than he was ever before. She
agreed to smoke me out on a bowl as well, so naturally I agreed. It was
packed, incinerated and inhaled into my body. It was all good for a while
and he wasn’t kidding, this stuff was beyond anything I’ve encountered
before. If I didn’t know better, I would think it was laced, but I knew
Daniel would never deal with anybody who dealt with that shady kind of
shit.
Advance, 15 minutes or so, this trip is going well, but my heart is
beating unusually fast. I know THC causes your heart rate to increase,
but this wasn’t something I could even ignore. It was uncomfortable and
no matter how much I just tried to tell myself it was in my head and only
happening beause of the weed, it got only stronger. I thought to myself,
‘what if I had some kind of heart attack?’ That only made matters worse
and sent me into a frenzy of mental tug-o-war.
On one side, that had the logic of soberness and the other, the paranoia
of the THC. At this point, the paranoia was winning. My heart was going
crazy and I could feel every rapid beat down to my toes. And I had
nowhere to turn to. Ignoring it didn’t make it go away and even accepting
it and just saying ‘fuck it, I’m high’ didn’t work either.
So I was stuck, I didn’t know what to do. I was truly scared though. I
didn’t think anything was going to happen, but I knew it was not normal
and I knew I wasn’t happy. I did the only thing I could, I cried out to
God (mentally). I cried out the hardest I ever did, and pleaded for His
Light and Love to guide me right now, to calm my nerves and get me through
this. I told Him I realized why I was brought here tonight: to face the
consequence of my irresponsible actions. He knows I need to take a break
entirely from Weed because I’ve told Him that many times…but I never do.
After that realization and several minutes of praying, a sublime peace
settled over me. My heart rate started to slow and my nerves started to
settle. I became slightly giggly and realized I had the Spirit of God in
at that point…my prayer was answered. Of course this could just ‘all be
in my head’ (I was really high) but this does not invalidate my
experience…I know what I felt.
Advance another 15-30 minutes. Everything was OK again, although I did
feel strangely tingly and light. Even though everything was calm again, I
didn’t have any TRUE reason to believe that it was Divine Intervention
that helped me through that. We’re all sitting there watching Comedy
Central and my friend’s roomate tosses a CD at me. I didn’t even react to
it, I just let it sit there. I didn’t even know where it came from. I
picked it up and read the label and my heart did the opposite; it
practically stopped. It was some ganger-rap CD that had only 16
tracks…
Just yesterday I was at the same house with some other guy that was over…we’re sitting there just kicking it when he says “Oh man, check out my lottery numbers for me!” (I don’t think I’ve ever been asked to do this)…
The Receipt he had said the jackpot was 16 Million and the second number he picked was 16…
I should add that this only seems to occur when I’m in a “spiritual” mood, when I’m contemplating and/or accepting my Faith more. When I specifically look for it, I don’t find it at all. It’s always right when I decide to not even care that it pops up in the most random places, like my friend yesterday when we were driving and I commented on this guys hair…he says, “Don’t take that from him, he’ll lose like 1/16th of his being!”