When I was 17 I happened to get hold of a bag of weed. I knew nothing about cannabis and had no one to show me so I thought about dosage for a long time. In the end I rolled up a joint that was so weak that I’m surprised that I felt anything at all.
I smoked it and lay down on my bed to meditate, unsure what to expect. After a while I opened my eyes… and looked down at myself. I was hovering just below the ceiling looking down at my body which was still in bed.
I hovered there for a few minutes and just watched. Amazed. Light.
– I wonder if I can move about, I then thought.
So I floated over into the living room and then out onto the porch. A car passed by. A dog barked.
Then I became a little worried about being apart from my body and went back to my bedroom. I sank down into my body and at once I felt my physical self again. Flesh. Weight.
Photo: 2016-01-03 strolling among the forget-me-nots of the angels by Robert Couse-Baker on Flickrby