Setting: In a 48 hr blizzard Circumstance: No weed, no vehicle just t.v. and study For a fella like me this is not a favorable situation. No sulking, I'm ready to go it w/o herb assistance. All of a sudden I acquire some roaches and a half lit blunt, by the acquisition of a smoker I never knew existed. I consider this a blessing. Whether u believe it comes from the sky, an ultimate creator or sheer luck, blessings exist. Any commentary on the thought of Blessings from the GC community ?
To me its just balance, only most people fail to notice the balance unless its going from really good times to bad ones or vice versa. Ultimately its always there though...sometimes the balance is even neutral, you just have a boring, plain old day, nothing too bad, nothing too good. This applies to everybody as well, nobody is exempt from balance.
So one year I was at the Warped Tour, and for the first year I went alone I rolled 3 joints of some schwag and halfway through the day i went into the bushes in this one spot and lit up, it was pretty shitty so i smoked 2 lol anyway halfway through my second one, these two dudes end up right above me, and we all look at eachother and it's obvious what's going down lol So i smoke the rest of my shit with them and they got a blunt pasin it around So we get done and we're all blazed and they say they're coming back to smoke another blunt in a while and i'm like cool, i kinda figured "yeah right they won't be there when i come back" But, stoner senses must've been tingling cause a few hours later i went to the same spot and they'd just got there, and we lit up another blunt Synchronicity, man.
I was going to this Salvador Dali exhibit and I got there and there was an enormously long line for 25 dollar tickets, and I had arrived kind of late on the last day of the exhibit so I was afraid I wasn't gonna be able to get in. Then, this guy just walked up to me and was like I got an extra ticket want it for 5 bucks? So I bought it and got in to see it before it closed, it was awesome
I was born. The sheer absurdity of that concept seems a blessing in and of itself. And the last time I took a hallucinogenic substance, the entire night everyone was talking about my shirt. It was the topic of the night. A random person complemented it driving by in a car. It got me and my friends out if a heated situation with some drunks. And I attracted some females with it at a pizza shop. I had mind-opening realizations and visuals. I felt absolutely at one with everything, as though I had conquered both space and time. I felt perfect, at a level above what anyone could be capable of comprehending. Then I got back to my friends house at 3am. We were talking in his driveway, and a large bee came, seemingly out of nothing, and landed on my shirt. It wouldn't leave and crawled over my shoulder, on to my back, and I panicked and wrenched the shirt off of me. I was above everything, and the bee made me take my shirt off. Loud. Obvious. Humbling. Blessing in disguise.
Its like life is great, and when it doesn't feel like it, something is always available to pick you up. Disguised blessings are great, especially in hindsight.