Paranoid Marijuana Diary 9.0 – Japanese Free Masonry, Illuminati

The phenomenon of synchronicity is at play here again. As was said by the famous Jesus of Nazareth, wherever two or more are gathered in my name, there also I will be. Seems the same principle that applies to Jesus applies to paranoia. I’ve dedicated myself to the study of marijuana-associated paranoia, and it seems the various symbolic attaches of classic stoner paranoia often pursue me through the course of my studies.

Tonight’s experiment involved a strange and cosmopolitan confrontation with masonic/illuminati symbolism.
My smoking partner for the evening is Japanese. Though we know each other to an extent, he speaks very limited English. After we partook, I asked if he had any Japanese currency. He had a 1000 and 5000 yen note. As I was studying the notes, he alerted me to the fact that freemasonry was very important in elite Japanese society. Before I knew it I was holding a strange Japanese tome, and the imagination took flight.

My general fear-response to paranoid thought is on the decline. This is good news. I’m working with the same dosage, the same semi-weekly schedule I’ve been on for months, and generally using sativas and on occasion high CBD hashish. I’m lately experiencing heavy body sensations and cravings for food, classic “stoner” symptoms that have long been foreign to me. In previous experiments, the paranoia is accompanied by a jittery, panicked energy, where the idea of lying down and watching tv, or gorging on snacks is simply not possible due to the mind’s hyperactivity. I believe my growing ability to abate the fear while preserving certain, more interesting, and less debilitating elements of “the paranoia” is critical to the development of my Marijuana Paranoia Management Service. Sure, a small voice still screams its delusional warnings: your Japanese friend is the agent of an ancient and vast (techno)-spiritual cabal, he will murder you in your sleep for you are a fallen one, an American, heir to a genocidal crime against his people. Yes, these thoughts still move and shock the soul, but I’ve resigned to my fate. Whatever burden, whatever debt, I will service it until such time that the angel of death declares my arrearage met. This is my life, my humanity, and the reason I do not fear the secret and holographic intentions of my Japanese friend.