LSD has been depleted

Well, I certainly hope so. A couple of weeks ago, we mexicans celebrated "la candelaria", which is a tradition that goes like this(sorta): Jesus was supposedly born on Christmas, and some wizard dudes visited him and gave him gifts on the 6th of January (so the legend says). Fast forward to today (modern times), and on that day we break bread, which is a round looking thing with lots of spicy things on it (lots of colors). Inside the bread are an undefined number of small plastic objects shaped like new-born babies. So, if you slice a piece and you get one, you get to pitch in for the tamales. And the tamales are to be eaten on a particular date in February, I'm not sure when though. Anyway, I was reluctant to even eat the thing. Hell, I sliced my piece, got the baby, and bitched about it. I was swearing and shit. Fuck this stupid lottery bullshit. My co-workers said I was unreasonably pissed and that I usually don't behave like that. I was not going to pay a single cent for some tradition I didn't believe in, I was not happy about it. But as the days went by. And the fact that there was a group of people that were going to pay, not just me, I said to myself; well fuck it. It was a Wednesday, I payed my fair share to one of the girls from the financial/admin department. And I believe, that this is when the magic started. The ritual says that it is a blessing to get a newborn in your bread. That you will have good luck all throughout the year. That night, I was having a bad time while sleeping. I woke up in the middle of the night having a hard time to breathe. I thought it was just a flu symptom because a co-worker was coughing a lot during work hours. I woke up to my alarm and just shut if off. I was feeling really low-energy. I put my phone right next to me, I couldn't stay down anymore, it would make my head spin. I sat on the bed and received a call from a co-worker, she told me she was going for tacos. I love tacos, so I told her to get me some as well. I was having trouble just standing up, my blood pressure was freaking low, I had some crazy shit dreams last night and I didn't know what was going on. Just to prove my theory of having bad pressure I put on some porn on my phone and proceeded to fail in jacking off. I think that is what 70 feels like. I had a shower, started to feel better. And when I got to the tacos, I felt it, that LSD hangover sort of feeling. Loose jaw, low appetite, I obligated myself to down those tacos. Later in the day, I ate the tamales, and on THAT night I had even more impressive dreams. I woke up the same, low-energy, hard to breathe. I immediately went to the bathroom and took a dump. I felt it again, that LSD hangover, as I dumped fecal matter. It was an interesting feeling sort of a cleansing type of feeling. I went to sleep again and I dreamed some more crazy shit. This time I might of dreamed something prophetic. SO, WTF happened. I might just be speculating, but I do feel it in my overall kundalini. All that shit LSD I took back in the late 2000's is now depleted. I had an acid aftershock or flashback. And what I think happened is that the SPIRITS, or angels cleaned me. The ritual started just after I gave out the money for the tamales. I thanked the woman who cooked them. She had no idea. I told my co-workers, as usual, just my crazy talk. But I tell you, faithful reader or just myself as a reminder, which is the best purpose of this blog, have some sort of diary in a public place. I depleted my LSD reserves in my spinal cord in 2019 and the best I can speculate is that it was necessary and dangerous. I almost died again. It was brutal. DON'T DO LSD. Shrooms are way better.