Regarding that "oil pipe" setup—I have to say, I don't really like it for small doses under 10mg.
That’s because vapor usually escapes during heating before the rest of the substance evaporates.
I want to try using a mini glass bong—without water in the chamber—like I’ve seen in retreat videos or in India with Tom when smoking 5-MeO-DMT. That way, you can chill and vaporize the full dose while keeping everything inside the bong's chamber (while covering the holes, of course)...
Since I had to inhale twice due to the small size of the pipe, I experienced two mild waves. It’s always good to manage the effects that way—not taking it all in a single hit.
The effects were clear—no out-of-body experience, no ego dissolution—and I could stop it at any time just by opening my eyes; I could even walk around, which I found very interesting.
The onset built up to the point where I closed my eyes—as usual—but it wasn't intense enough to really feel that electric sensation in my gaze and body. I basically only knew it was happening because of my previous experiences; it was incredibly subtle and only noticeable if I paid close attention.
With my eyes closed, the fractal tunnels were faint at first, but with the second wave, they suddenly became distinct and vividly neon—exactly as they should be.
At first, I saw a sphere—something I’d only known once yet—but it was split or formed a column; it was almost like being inside a donut and looking toward the center.
Then came a scene change with a lot of movement. After a moment, I recognized the entity I usually encounter—the one with whom I normally make direct contact and receive verbal/telepathic messages in my head. This time, however, there was no contact; I could only observe it from a distance.
It was definitely the same entity, because the characters—which usually hang huge and pulsating in front of me, with only a few fitting into my field of vision—were far away this time.
They were arranged in rows and moving in lines. I could make them out—glowing "signs" (resembling Enochian or Hebrew, or whatever they actually are) that would flare up and fade; the whole body seemed to pulse with them simultaneously.
It was a serpent making its way from bottom to top and left to right; I was so fascinated that, for once, I simply observed rather than receiving a lecture from the entity. Unfortunately, I slipped out of that state the exact moment I realized it was a serpent; if I go back and manage to catch a glimpse from a distance, I’ll look for the head. I just didn't have time for that this time around.
Don't get me wrong—the lectures are invaluable—but they are also very draining, and it takes a real effort of will to smoke a 50mg dose. That initial moment of shock—especially if the entity isn't exactly waiting for you—can be harsh, even bordering on hostile, though the mood shifts very quickly to something pleasant or even super friendly.
It’s just that, sometimes, that first impression gets physically imprinted on the body, much like the shock of trauma.
Intellectually, I know that not a single visit has been negative; there isn't a single thing against it—save for that brief, initial moment of shock.
That’s because vapor usually escapes during heating before the rest of the substance evaporates.
I want to try using a mini glass bong—without water in the chamber—like I’ve seen in retreat videos or in India with Tom when smoking 5-MeO-DMT. That way, you can chill and vaporize the full dose while keeping everything inside the bong's chamber (while covering the holes, of course)...
Since I had to inhale twice due to the small size of the pipe, I experienced two mild waves. It’s always good to manage the effects that way—not taking it all in a single hit.
The effects were clear—no out-of-body experience, no ego dissolution—and I could stop it at any time just by opening my eyes; I could even walk around, which I found very interesting.
The onset built up to the point where I closed my eyes—as usual—but it wasn't intense enough to really feel that electric sensation in my gaze and body. I basically only knew it was happening because of my previous experiences; it was incredibly subtle and only noticeable if I paid close attention.
With my eyes closed, the fractal tunnels were faint at first, but with the second wave, they suddenly became distinct and vividly neon—exactly as they should be.
At first, I saw a sphere—something I’d only known once yet—but it was split or formed a column; it was almost like being inside a donut and looking toward the center.
Then came a scene change with a lot of movement. After a moment, I recognized the entity I usually encounter—the one with whom I normally make direct contact and receive verbal/telepathic messages in my head. This time, however, there was no contact; I could only observe it from a distance.
It was definitely the same entity, because the characters—which usually hang huge and pulsating in front of me, with only a few fitting into my field of vision—were far away this time.
They were arranged in rows and moving in lines. I could make them out—glowing "signs" (resembling Enochian or Hebrew, or whatever they actually are) that would flare up and fade; the whole body seemed to pulse with them simultaneously.
It was a serpent making its way from bottom to top and left to right; I was so fascinated that, for once, I simply observed rather than receiving a lecture from the entity. Unfortunately, I slipped out of that state the exact moment I realized it was a serpent; if I go back and manage to catch a glimpse from a distance, I’ll look for the head. I just didn't have time for that this time around.
Don't get me wrong—the lectures are invaluable—but they are also very draining, and it takes a real effort of will to smoke a 50mg dose. That initial moment of shock—especially if the entity isn't exactly waiting for you—can be harsh, even bordering on hostile, though the mood shifts very quickly to something pleasant or even super friendly.
It’s just that, sometimes, that first impression gets physically imprinted on the body, much like the shock of trauma.
Intellectually, I know that not a single visit has been negative; there isn't a single thing against it—save for that brief, initial moment of shock.
