The most beautiful evening of my life
This is going to be hard to put on paper, very hard. How do you explain something that felt like being on another planet... On the most beautiful evening of my life I was with P. We had wine, we had each other, we had a sultry spring evening, the whole world was in Lock down, Corona dominated everything and everyone and we had ganja. A spliff. A croquette with herbs. Marijuana. That's why it's hard to write it down. We were in another world. full of magic, where time and space behaved differently, where you could hear colors and see smells, where everything struck as an abundance of sensations.
Strange how quickly that starts to work for me. Marijuana normally gives me panic attacks, probably because I lose control or because it's not a very good drug. But this time I didn't have that fear, probably because I let go of a lot 2.5 years ago and because P. was with me, whom I trust 200%. It was fantastic, I felt everything, the wind, the trampoline, the whole world, everything felt connected. I saw the biggest in the smallest and the smallest in the biggest. Making love is a completely different experience at such a moment, as if you merge together with the entire universe.
We got off the trampoline, full of static electricity. P. went to get the glass of wine that was on the ping-pong table. And the following really happened, but the magic of the moment is difficult to describe. Believe it or don't believe it, look up whether it is scientifically possible, tell yourself that we were stoned and it's bullshit, but... P. came to me with the glass of wine and wanted to give it to me. The moment I got about 1 cm from the glass with my hand, time suddenly slowed down. In that one moment was the entire universe, time and space. The moment I almost touched the glass, a spark flew and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces. And I didn't think the glass 'exploding' was the strangest thing. What I found strange was that time suddenly slowed down enormously and I saw that spark very clearly. Like I could study it for a few dozen seconds.
It really happened. And it was fantastic. Not because it seems fantastic now, not because something so extraterrestrial is unbelievable, not because UFOs came out of the sky and we were kidnapped, but because the experience was simply different. I mean, the wind, air and touch was already phenomenally intense. But that spark that flew. In retrospect, it may have been symbolic, that spark that flew. As if several parallel lives came together in that one moment.
One moment I was here, the next moment I was there, time was suddenly very elastic, space very relative. Sometimes fifteen minutes would disappear from my memory, and then a minute would suddenly last fifteen minutes. Stretchy. And where I used to panic and want it to stop immediately, now I was chill and let it happen. I allowed it. When you can go from one place to another in the blink of an eye, without any time seeming to have passed, I call that teleportation :-) . No more and no less. There were wormholes that night.
That evening we also rescued a cute little mouse from the clutches of our cat Bobo. Unfortunately, the next day it was dead at the back door... Gift from the cat.
It was a more than magical evening in many ways. It might have lasted years that night. And in retrospect, I think I know why she was magical. Because P. was there. Because I had and felt connection. Because I could share it with someone. You have to share weed, otherwise it is far too poisonous medicine.
“Herb is the healing of the nation, alcohol is the destruction.”
Bob Marley