Hello everyone. I am the man who started this entire thread, that is, the Original Poster. It is amazing that I found this site, and post again! I want you all to know that I am still alive!!! I also want to tell you all that I still, to this day, which is about 6-7 years later, STILL I am suffering from that laced cannabis. On the bright side the symptoms are mainly controlled from me being prescribed and taking Alprazolam (Xanax is a brand name of this chemical). I take a time released, Alpraxolam ER(XR) 1mg every day. Even this isn't always enough, so I am also prescribed Alprazolam 1mg tablets that are not extended release, just in case I need them. I have been able to live alone, or drive quite far, but still I never know when I am going to have anxiety or a panic attack. Do you want to know the honest truth? Even me reading some of the replies about all of the drugs that could be laced on cannabis somehow trigger a panic attack in me. That is how powerful whatever the drug was that was laced on my weed. It's a weird feeling, as it feels almost like my blood and skin are crawling.
As I stated in my original post: I didn't include every little detail about what happened to me all those years ago. The laced cannabis messed me up so bad I didn't live at my own house for months, and I mean at least 4 or 5 months minimum. I lived at my parent's house, and didn't tell anyone what was happening to me. That is, I had to pretend I still lived at my house, as I didn't want anyone to know I was absent, thus inciting someone to have robbed my home.
Whatever the cannabis I smoked was laced with was so potent that even a month later I was in such suffering and agony, physically, mentally and emotionally that I felt I couldn't be alone, and even slept one night, in nothing more than my underwear, on the floor outside of my parent's bedroom. I know what it is like to literally be INSANE. I even begged my parents to take me to an asylum, but they refused, as my parents told me if they were to take me there in my condition that I would never be let out. For months, every day, I would take my temperature with a thermometer, under my tongue, and also take my blood pressure with a machine, about 30 times -- compulsively -- as it felt like my body temperature was going wild, and it felt as if I was having a heart attack constantly. Interestingly enough, the thermometer and blood pressure device would always give normal results, though I kept doing it anyways.
For months I would never feel quite exactly normal, but at times I did feel more at ease, if you could call it that. The effects would come in waves all throughout the day. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I would start to trip, like a magic mushroom trip, only there was nothing good about it. I remember looking at the cars parked in my parent's driveway, and they looked like toy cars. One time the trip happened so bad, while I was laying in bed, that the walls looked like they were closing in on me. The time this happened it felt like my brain was having a seizure. Have you ever had a "charlie horse" in your leg before? Imagine having one of those inside of your brain. That is what it felt like. That happened for about 30 minutes, until I finally collapsed in bed, exhausted, feeling as if I had just fought a long hard battle.
I touched a little bit upon my drug use in the past. I used to smoke at least a pack of cigarettes or more every day for almost 12 years before this happened. I would also get drunk almost every night, drinking at minimum a 12 pack of beer. I have done magic mushrooms on multiple occasions, and not once had a bad trip. I have done much cocaine, and also smoked crack back in my early 20's, so I know for certain it wasn't cocaine or crack. It certainly was not an opioid, as I have done them too, and know exactly what they feel like. That is, pills like oxycodone, hydrocone, etc. It certainly was not any of those. Some posters have mentioned various strains of cannabis, such as "Diesel," or Sour Diesel, and I must say, no, it was certainly not that, as I have smoked tons of Sour D prior to this, including other strains such as Purple Mazar. I know exactly what normal, unlaced weed is like. And yes, I have been high as a kite on normal weed before, but whatever this was, is absolutely nothing like normal marijuana. I still think that it was perhaps laced with PCP, or perhaps even some sort of bath salts, or the synthetic marijuana that other posters have suggested.
I want to comment a little bit more about the history of what happened, in more detail. First, I want to say that I got 2 bags of weed on 2 different occasions that seem to have been laced with whatever this was. The first bag was very low grade weed, and when I smoked it, I almost felt like I didn't get high at all. Then suddenly, after smoking some of it, I would get super high. The first time this happened I was mixing music in front of my laptop, right after smoking, and suddenly everything became so terrifying that I went to my bedroom to lay down and eventually fell asleep. It was the next morning that I woke up, and went out on my front porch to have a cigarette, and realized that I was still high. That is when I first thought, "hmmmm... this isn't just any normal weed. What is this?"
I must interject that I have come to the conclusion that only certain parts of the weed was laced. That is, it's as if they took a dropper, and dropped whatever chemical it was only on certain parts of the weed -- this way you would be smoking, and barely feel anything, and when you got to the part of the weed that was laced, then suddenly it would hit you. Very sly, if I do say so myself. I wanted to comment on this, as some people have said, "it is because you got compressed weed," etc. Well, the first sack I got that was laced was not brick, and, as I stated earlier, was very low grade. The second time I got a sack of weed from this same guy, was when the weed was very compressed, and very green looking. I remember the night I bought it from him he was on his way back from the trailer park down the road where he would get the product. That night was very odd, as when he came into my house he seemed very eager to get me to smoke, and even filled my bowl with so much weed that it was overflowing with it. He told me, "I am high as hell right now." This guy I bought the weed from was an older guy, probably now in his 50's, and he was unable to drive a car, as when he was younger he was in a car accident while drunk and killed someone. He would only walk or ride a bicycle. Why he was allowed to be released out of prison, I do not know. That night I bought some of that compressed, green weed from him. When smoking it the same thing occurred, that is, I would smoke it, and feel like I didn't get very high, then suddenly one hit would make me so high I could not bare it. That is when I took the sack of weed I bought from him and stashed it in a drawer, literally afraid of whatever it was.
Then about a month or two later it was around Valentine's day, and I didn't have a girlfriend, and was so incredibly depressed. I thought that I would just go ahead and smoke some of that weird weed I had. I remember breaking up the weed, and filling up a bowl of it, and it did look very green. Trust me, there were no seeds, nor stems in the bowl. Then I took a massive hit from the bowl, and I cannot stress this more -- when I took the hit, I literally saw something in the bowl ***explode***. It was very, very odd. I had never seen anything like it before. It's as if there was a pop, or a bursting sound, and a puff of smoke came out from the top of the bowl. I held in the smoke, then blew out a massive cloud; just as I have always done, that is, I would be very conservative with my weed when getting it. Immediately after seeing something ***explode*** in the bowl, and having exhaled an incredibly massive cloud, I thought to myself, "Uh-oh, maybe I shouldn't have done that." I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and reminded myself, "Eh, it's just marijuana, and nothing you haven't smoked 1000 times before." So I went back into my computer room and put on a movie while playing video games. That is when everything started to look very strange, and my heart started to beat so unbelievably fast. I tried to tell myself that it was nothing, but it didn't stop. It felt so very uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in a way I cannot stress more: like a living hell, or nightmare. That is when I went to lay down on my couch waiting for it to go away, but it didn't. This is when I realized it's impossible that it was normal weed, and knew I needed help, and called my family to help me. My parents knew I had smoked some weed before, but didn't know I was at that point in time, so it was somewhat hard to get myself to call them, but I knew I needed to, as I felt I may die. While they were on there way over I had virtually stripped naked, down to my boxer shorts and socks I remember laying on the couch and looking at the glass table in my living room. It felt as if everything looked so sharp and clear, but simultaneously, even looking at anything felt painful, and made me full of fear beyond fear. Once one of my family members arrived, and I told him what had happened, that is when I prepared myself a drink, a banana, and, as I recall, some soup, but I literally could not eat or drink anything. This was very strange.
For months I was caught in an endless panic attack. I am not bragging by any means at all, because the whole situation was horrible, but I want to say that I must have some incredibly strong will power, because I do not think many people could have survived what I went through. I couldn't imagine what would have happened had I, or someone else, smoked a full bowl, or full joint/blunt of whatever this is. Those are probably the people you can watch videos of on Youtube going crazy, acting like zombies, stripping naked and running through the streets violently, or committing suicide. I am lucky I only took one hit of it that night, though as massive of a hit it was...
Someone else posted saying they felt like their brain was shut off in some places, and I can confirm this. For even months after smoking it, my brain felt like certain portions of it was literally shut off, or empty. It also felt as if there was some sort of poison or chemical in my body for months afterward. I never hallucinated off of it, that is, saw things that were not there, but my vision always had sparkly dots of color, like static for months afterwards, and in a way, some of it is still there.
One poster commented about "Revenge Weed" that one of his girlfriends had given him, and that she didn't inhale it, but only pretended to. Well, I want to comment on this as well, as I do feel this was done to me on purpose, as some sort of revenge. You see, about a year before this happened to me I had met a girl on Craigslist, and she became my girlfriend for months. She didn't smoke weed, or drink beer, she only did cigarettes, and claimed she was allergic to weed. One night while her and I were sitting on my front porch smoking, and I was drinking a 12 pack of Bud Light, that guy who sold me the weed, the older guy, came walking down the street staggering, and he was incredibly drunk, stumbling everywhere. I already knew him, and had bought weed from him on several occasions, so I introduced her to him. To make a long story short, I had broken up with this girl, as she just wasn't for me, yet she was stalking me for months afterward. In fact, when I went to go buy cigarettes, or my beer, sometimes she would suddenly show up in her car at the exact same time. I must also note that I would go to certain tobacco and beer shops that were almost out of the way, and she knew I would go to those. One time I was out on my front porch having a cigarette, and she even pulled up her car on the corner of my hard, rolled down her window, and was trying to say hello to me, and I went back inside of my house. One day I was at my house, and suddenly she called me up, telling me she was at a bar down the street, and that the older guy I would buy weed from was up there, and I should come up there and hang out with them. I told her, "No, I don't feel up to it." So I am not sure if she was still being friendly then, or they were already trying to poison me with laced weed, but it is for certain at that point in time that she was in contact with him. I deduce that she is one of the perpetrators that had him lace my weed. Though there is another perpetrator involved that she met, who was one of my arch enemies. This may be very hard for you to understand, and for me to even explain, but one of the old tech schools that I went to literally had some sort of military, or government agents at it. I am not sure exactly who they worked for, but one of the agents was sent in to replace my original teacher. This may sound incredibly bizarre, but while I attended this tech school I was working on drafting, and was using 3D software to design whatever. While there I was working on certain designs, which I cannot get into now, but it seemed they attracted the attention of someone in a high place who did not want civilians to have this knowledge. Yes, I know this is hard to swallow. This ex-girlfriend of mine, after we broke up, had decided she would attend this school, and had one of these agents as her main teacher. After we broke up I had no idea she had started going to this school. It was only years later while randomly looking through dating profiles on a website, and stumbling upon one of hers that said she was attending that school. So the perpetrators that got this older guy to lace my weed were, I believe, both my ex-girlfriend, and one of these agents. I cannot stress more that I know for a fact these were some sort of military agents, or a part of some sort of secret society out to oppress and destroy citizens that they "didn't like," aka, finding out too much. I could get into what these agents did to me while attending that school, but I won't, as that is a whole different can of worms.
As for getting help, no I never went to an asylum, as stated earlier, but I have seen private doctors and psychiatrists who have helped me. So for Alprazolam has been a marvelous wonder drug to help me cope and survive.
I must also add that I had not smoked any cannabis for years now, until the beginning of 2016, and when I did, I smoked only the smallest amount possible, and slowly increased my intake, and even still it was a tiny quantity. I did not have any negative effects as I did with that laced weed, in fact, I found the effects very pleasant, relaxing, and watching movies great. The last time I even smoked any cannabis whatsoever was the summer of 2016, and after doing so I mowed my lawn and performed a lot of yard work, even then, I barely smoked any. One time I did take a larger hit, and I was somewhat uncomfortable, that is, it seemed to make my testicles and groin region feel very unpleasant. I smoked some with a younger friend during the summer as well, and it made me feel a little paranoid, and hyper, but after a few minutes I felt completely normal again. This is how I know the weed that caused my problems was definitely laced.
I will state this too, that, while I am still alive, and have not taken the slightest hit off weed for at least 6 or 7 months, that I do have other health problems now caused from something totally different, which I cannot get into, but I definitely feel that it was another attack on my life... I can't necessarily get into it all here. You can call me crazy all you want, but I personally believe that the agents that I encountered are linked into some sort of network that are involved with something demonic. Yes, I said it. I truly believe in a spirit world, and that there are demonic entities responsible for some of what has happened to me -- even if the lower agents are not aware these demons exist (that is, they are mere pawns).
In the end, to finalize this, I do believe that cannabis should be legalized that way it can no longer be laced by street gangs to hook people, or used by someone for revenge, or even used by these agents to destroy someone's life. If only we could step up, as a united people, and demand that this stop, and that cannabis is legalized, then all of this misery would come to an end.
God bless you all. Deliver us from temptation, and from the Evil One. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
-B.A.K.
More importantly, you need to seek professional help. There are no such things as demons and while there might be government agents with dark motives, they are not out to get you. If you are generally a good person then no one working for the government, or anybody else for that matter, will be striving to ruin your life. When you start thinking that people are out to do you harm, you have to accept that the strongest possibility is that it's all in your head. It might be depression, it might be schizophrenia, it might be a number of different things, but you need to allow a professional to figure that out for you. Stick with your prescriptions and don't go without them or experiment with other chemicals without your doctor's blessing.
Like everyone else reading your story, I hope you soon find many years of the peace that you have been missing.
Arnold SchwarzNUGGER. I too feel insane. But its all good. Im on the computer trying to study but i hardly even feel like i know what im doing. I wouldnt be typing a reply if this wasnt true. HEll isnt BAD.