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With a huge bag of weed in Nepali customs

In Nepal I met a Swedish backpacker that had bought a huge bag of weed. He was taking a domestic flight and it never occurred to him that they might check his luggage there also, so he had casually packed the weed at the very top of his carry-on luggage. He landed in Kathmandu and was singled out for inspection.

The inspector opened his carry-on and took out the huge bag of weed. He then continued to empty out the guy’s pullover, t-shirt, sunglasses, guide book and water bottle. At the very bottom of the bag he found a neatly tied plastic bag with a couple of used batteries. The inspector took the bag, turned to the guy, demonstratively waved the batteries at him and scolded him:
– Certainly you know that you are not allowed to have batteries on the plane? You can’t just have them lying around like that!
– They were worn out and I couldn’t find a recycling station, the Swede excused himself.
– That makes absolutely no difference! You never, ever fly with batteries. I never want to see you do something that stupid again! Got it?
The irritated inspector confiscated the batteries and then packed the guys bag again. The water bottle, guide book, sunglasses, t-shirt, pullover and last the huge bag of weed. He zipped up the carry-on and with a frown pushed it over to the Swede.
– Go. Just go.

Photo: Favourite Flight by Sam Hawley on Flickr

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My first out of body experience

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 Flickr

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My first astral voyage

When I was 17 year old I was an exchange student in the U.S. and I had managed to get hold of a bag of weed. My knowledge about pot was almost zero and I had no idea how much to use, so I ended up rolling a joint that was so weak that I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if I smoked it today. It was the equivalent of a third of a medium strength beer.

I smoked it and lay down on my bed to meditate, not knowing what to expect. After a while I opened my eyes … and looked down at myself. I floated just below the ceiling, but my body was still on the bed.

There I hovered for a few minutes, just watching. Amazed. Lightly.
– I wonder if I can move around, I thought to myself.
So I floated into the living room, then out onto the porch in front of the house. A car passed by in the darkness. A dog barked.

Then I was worried about being away from my body, so I headed back to the bedroom. I lowered myself to the body and took possession of it. It was an incredible feeling to fill the body again, to go from being merely astral body to returning to the physical. Flesh. Weight.

Photo: Untitled by rafael-castillo on Flickr

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