LordLeftover
Rising Star
hello nexus,
I was introduced to the world of spice through music. At a Furthur parking lot it is not hard to find the use of most mind expanding substances. Lsd, mushrooms, and mescaline have always been readily available at such gatherings. As a musician i was always drawn to the ability of these substances to eliminate the ego in order to see things without prior judgement so to speak. I had heard of dmt but i had never seen it until a hungry traveler clad in a hooded tie-dye cape stumbled upon my "camp." I asked the stranger if he would like to buy a veggie burrito and upon struggling to find the words to describe his financial situation i took one of my burritos and put it in his hands and told him it was free as long as he could enjoy the show with a full belly. In what i can only describe as eternal gratefulness, he took a small capsule out of his pocket and gave it to me. He told me what it was and how to smoke it, and that i should probably not use it in the openness of the parking lot and he went on his way after a handshake.
That night back at my hotel room i decided to try it. I put half of the contents of the capsule on a bed of ashes with another bed of ashes on top as i was instructed. I took three tokes as instructed. On the first toke a strange sensation came over my body, almost like spiderwebs sliding through my muscles. On the second toke i started to see visual distortions and fuzziness. Fractal ceilings and faces in the patternless carpet beneath my feet. On the third toke the fuzziness of my vision increased until what was left of my hotel room disappeared. I closed my eyes only to discover myself flying through what seemed like organic tunnels, this way and then a sudden left turn. It startled me, i thought to open my eyes and try to recognize something in the room, but there was nothing except a floor of tumbling geometric patterns and a man to my left. I knew that i had been in the room alone, yet an ominous black figure stood tall over what used to be the corner of the room. I was frightened, yet unable to express it. I started to doubt myself and as a result the figure in the corner decided to exploit my doubt. With a wave of his hands scary thoughts and images raced through my mind. Several cartoonish black devils with small skinny stick figure-ish bodies with big heads and pointy ears and sharp teeth crawled all around my body occasionally stopping in front of my face to show their teeth and laugh at me. I turned quickly to my right and laid down on what i discovered later to be the bed when i felt a warm hand on my head, brushing through my hair. It was a small hooded girl. Without saying a word she assured me everything would be ok. She comforted me. It was then that i realized that my fear was only a result of my self-doubt. I turned to confront the little devils dancing around me and when one stopped in front of my face i put my thumbs in my cheeks and my index fingers pulling on my bottom eyelid (a funny face resembling a rabbit). Both me and the devil laughed. I started to enjoy myself;however, it was around this time that i realized i was starting to recognize my surroundings as my hotel room. The rest of my visuals went away. I laid on the bed astonished, just completely amazed at what this substance had done to me. an incredibly small amount of reddish powder had just taken me further into oblivion than i had ever been. I knew at that moment that i had to find others who would understand what i went through and perhaps provide insight, and that is when friend directed me here. (~);}
I was introduced to the world of spice through music. At a Furthur parking lot it is not hard to find the use of most mind expanding substances. Lsd, mushrooms, and mescaline have always been readily available at such gatherings. As a musician i was always drawn to the ability of these substances to eliminate the ego in order to see things without prior judgement so to speak. I had heard of dmt but i had never seen it until a hungry traveler clad in a hooded tie-dye cape stumbled upon my "camp." I asked the stranger if he would like to buy a veggie burrito and upon struggling to find the words to describe his financial situation i took one of my burritos and put it in his hands and told him it was free as long as he could enjoy the show with a full belly. In what i can only describe as eternal gratefulness, he took a small capsule out of his pocket and gave it to me. He told me what it was and how to smoke it, and that i should probably not use it in the openness of the parking lot and he went on his way after a handshake.
That night back at my hotel room i decided to try it. I put half of the contents of the capsule on a bed of ashes with another bed of ashes on top as i was instructed. I took three tokes as instructed. On the first toke a strange sensation came over my body, almost like spiderwebs sliding through my muscles. On the second toke i started to see visual distortions and fuzziness. Fractal ceilings and faces in the patternless carpet beneath my feet. On the third toke the fuzziness of my vision increased until what was left of my hotel room disappeared. I closed my eyes only to discover myself flying through what seemed like organic tunnels, this way and then a sudden left turn. It startled me, i thought to open my eyes and try to recognize something in the room, but there was nothing except a floor of tumbling geometric patterns and a man to my left. I knew that i had been in the room alone, yet an ominous black figure stood tall over what used to be the corner of the room. I was frightened, yet unable to express it. I started to doubt myself and as a result the figure in the corner decided to exploit my doubt. With a wave of his hands scary thoughts and images raced through my mind. Several cartoonish black devils with small skinny stick figure-ish bodies with big heads and pointy ears and sharp teeth crawled all around my body occasionally stopping in front of my face to show their teeth and laugh at me. I turned quickly to my right and laid down on what i discovered later to be the bed when i felt a warm hand on my head, brushing through my hair. It was a small hooded girl. Without saying a word she assured me everything would be ok. She comforted me. It was then that i realized that my fear was only a result of my self-doubt. I turned to confront the little devils dancing around me and when one stopped in front of my face i put my thumbs in my cheeks and my index fingers pulling on my bottom eyelid (a funny face resembling a rabbit). Both me and the devil laughed. I started to enjoy myself;however, it was around this time that i realized i was starting to recognize my surroundings as my hotel room. The rest of my visuals went away. I laid on the bed astonished, just completely amazed at what this substance had done to me. an incredibly small amount of reddish powder had just taken me further into oblivion than i had ever been. I knew at that moment that i had to find others who would understand what i went through and perhaps provide insight, and that is when friend directed me here. (~);}
