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Very uplifting. It feels both spiritually clear and concise on one side, and a warm renaissance Titian/Caravaggio sun piercing enormous bunched white cloud on the other, but tinted any colour you want. Everything is emotionally bright yet sensible and sure of itself on all levels. My brain works better on this and feels much more curious and adventurous. But sensible and ordered, with improved focus, while my brain fog is pretty much gone. Feelings and shapes and bodily sensations are instantly available to me, but only when I choose to focus on them. I'm in some shining, confident and celestial cockpit, steering a consciousness that's tableclothed within something warmer and almost holier, but holy only in a sense of a mother's love for her young wayward child. Appetite is very much there when I need it, but not in any normal craving/munchies kind of way. Taste is elevated and yet different in a way I've never quite experienced before. This strain seems to do everything differently and.. better somehow. I’m completely present. My ego-mind is held somewhere on a tight leash I can’t even feel, because somehow, there is utterly no pulling from it in the direction of every single possible thought, fear or desire it can usually desperately conjure. It’s all of kind of Zen but in a sitting on a very comfy cloud and looking down on it all in high-definition. My consciousness is simultaneously soaring, safely held, and completely ordered. Motivation is present when none was before. I enjoy being active. Productive. I want to create. But only if I choose to. I’m equally happy with sitting still and fully enjoying whatever is front of me, feeling it wash over me. Music is fantastic, but again in a different way. It had me air-guitaring to rock and bouncing to anything with a beat, but equally entranced by vocals that sound deeper and more plangent than they usually do. I can switch effortlessly between focussing on lyrics and on small trills and tonality in each performer’s voice and the small variations of violins merging with horns and percussion. But the emotional journey of the song is like a river I keep moving happily through. It’s more forest than trees; ocean than drop; more symphony than cellist or chorist. In other words, my mind isn’t taking its sonic pieces apart as much as it usually does without permission on cannabis because intense study of beauty isn’t needed because it’s just… there and instantly accepted and assumed. As a result, its somehow more magical, like old music is new again, or I’m an eight year old listening to Jon Bon Jovi again. There’s a more solid flow that’s in unison with something generative. It’s a sonic wave to ride upwards and then glide down through the soft but very clear rays of afternoon sun. I feel more myself. The core of who I am. It's almost as if my soul has become temporarily more prominent in not only the decision making but the informational five-sense reality inputs and the way I'm processing thoughts/ideas. My filter hasn't only been widened; it's been replaced and improved and I feel as though I hold the reins of the new world that emerges a bit more firmly in my hands. I didn't know strains could do this.