42mg
Body felt heavy. As if I were just gassed at the dentist. In the back of my mind I knew that I could "shake off" the effect physically, so I just rocked gently with my eyes open. Body buzzed, the static humming increased in volume and pitch. The tip of my tongue felt like I just burned it, but without any heat. My interior voice calmed but maintained its function as chronicler. Akin to deep meditation, in the post dream haze, I waited.
My eyes fixed upon the finer details of objects. Their hues gently shifted from brighter to darker, textures pulsed and grew. Without effort I was zooming into them with a low power microscope.
The CEV were enhanced version of regular eye rubbing. More colorful and crisp (like the distinctiveness of vector based graphics, no blurring) than usual, but not engrossing.
Turning again to objects, I mused over how even through their minor distortion, the remained fundamentally the same.
No hallucinations. After 12 minutes, I looked expectantly at the ceiling of my bathroom, wondering if the cracks in the paint were always as they appeared right now. Did I just see them now for the first time?
55mg
I focused on the brass head of the bong as I took deep, prolonged inhales and holds. I got double vision briefly and my visual field closed in from the corners. The same psychedelic distortions came. I felt as if I could go to sleep with my eyes open. The previous body tingle from 42 returned with a heavier lingering press into my muscles. My mind was calm and interior dialog seemed less interested in chattering needlessly. 15 mintues later, I was tired and refreshed at the same time.
85mg
Determined to pull in as much into my lungs and hold it ransom till forced to release, I sternly sucked.
The OEV were as before but moreso; a minor bit of true hallucination flickered on and off, like a like a monochrome war-room hologram, showing a topographic map atop the surface of my floor.
The auditory buzz crescendo demanded my attention now, as volume and pitch rose to a engulf me. How much more could it increase? I felt like I was at my edge, ready to burst, but the sensation plateaued at some forgotten time. The tether between my attention and interior voice withered to the point where it sputtered and slurred. It's will power was strong enough avoid drowning, blurting out words when its head came above water and silent as it bobbed beneath. Oddly, its struggle was not concerning.
My eyelids were lead and I felt like my body dozed off - but my mind stayed awake in spite of the fatigue. Then began a screensaver painted by the lovechild of Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso. I was inside the visual, with my minds eye. The lines that defined an objects form remained constant like a comic book but the colors within rapidly flashed through the psychedelic rainbow.
I was very much still myself, in my tub, seeing heavy psychedelic imagery inside my mind. 15 minutes elapsed and I felt exhausted; mentally? Psychically?
Regardless, I laid back in the tub, eyes closed, for 20 minutes gathering myself. I wondered if it was the 50/50 blend of white crystal to brownish goo that caused the body load.
Opening my eyes I was somewhat disappointed that there was no spiritual travel, life lesson, no deep terror or joy to remove me out of the warm water of my bath.
I had peeked into the circus tent but had yet to be invited inside.
110 mg
? Tomorrow.
- FF
Body felt heavy. As if I were just gassed at the dentist. In the back of my mind I knew that I could "shake off" the effect physically, so I just rocked gently with my eyes open. Body buzzed, the static humming increased in volume and pitch. The tip of my tongue felt like I just burned it, but without any heat. My interior voice calmed but maintained its function as chronicler. Akin to deep meditation, in the post dream haze, I waited.
My eyes fixed upon the finer details of objects. Their hues gently shifted from brighter to darker, textures pulsed and grew. Without effort I was zooming into them with a low power microscope.
The CEV were enhanced version of regular eye rubbing. More colorful and crisp (like the distinctiveness of vector based graphics, no blurring) than usual, but not engrossing.
Turning again to objects, I mused over how even through their minor distortion, the remained fundamentally the same.
No hallucinations. After 12 minutes, I looked expectantly at the ceiling of my bathroom, wondering if the cracks in the paint were always as they appeared right now. Did I just see them now for the first time?
55mg
I focused on the brass head of the bong as I took deep, prolonged inhales and holds. I got double vision briefly and my visual field closed in from the corners. The same psychedelic distortions came. I felt as if I could go to sleep with my eyes open. The previous body tingle from 42 returned with a heavier lingering press into my muscles. My mind was calm and interior dialog seemed less interested in chattering needlessly. 15 mintues later, I was tired and refreshed at the same time.
85mg
Determined to pull in as much into my lungs and hold it ransom till forced to release, I sternly sucked.
The OEV were as before but moreso; a minor bit of true hallucination flickered on and off, like a like a monochrome war-room hologram, showing a topographic map atop the surface of my floor.
The auditory buzz crescendo demanded my attention now, as volume and pitch rose to a engulf me. How much more could it increase? I felt like I was at my edge, ready to burst, but the sensation plateaued at some forgotten time. The tether between my attention and interior voice withered to the point where it sputtered and slurred. It's will power was strong enough avoid drowning, blurting out words when its head came above water and silent as it bobbed beneath. Oddly, its struggle was not concerning.
My eyelids were lead and I felt like my body dozed off - but my mind stayed awake in spite of the fatigue. Then began a screensaver painted by the lovechild of Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso. I was inside the visual, with my minds eye. The lines that defined an objects form remained constant like a comic book but the colors within rapidly flashed through the psychedelic rainbow.
I was very much still myself, in my tub, seeing heavy psychedelic imagery inside my mind. 15 minutes elapsed and I felt exhausted; mentally? Psychically?
Regardless, I laid back in the tub, eyes closed, for 20 minutes gathering myself. I wondered if it was the 50/50 blend of white crystal to brownish goo that caused the body load.
Opening my eyes I was somewhat disappointed that there was no spiritual travel, life lesson, no deep terror or joy to remove me out of the warm water of my bath.
I had peeked into the circus tent but had yet to be invited inside.
110 mg
? Tomorrow.
- FF
