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Upon smoking a pitifully small pinch, I was set for one of the more delightful and hallucinatory trips that I simply did not expect. In a dark room with nothing but "space ambient" playing on Spotify, I started to discern an undulating light greenish glow from the bottom of my field of vision. It seemed like there was a green lamp sitting on my chest that was generating this light, but of course the sane and grounded vestige of my consciousness knew there was none. As a writer I agree that it fosters creativity and ideas, although I spent more time outlining essays rather than hammering them out right there. That's 707 for you I guess: blossoming ideas tempered by a healthy dose of anal organization.