ismokecrystals
Rising Star
I definitely pasted it i thought... damn weed.
This past weekend at Harvest Fest in NY I dosed myself with the following:
t= 0 2-3g blunt (OG kush, UK cheese, Bluberry Skunk, blonde hash)
t+ 1hr 3.5g fat shrooms, looked like PE strain
t+ 1.5hr .2 pure as snow MDMA (smelled like licorice!)
t+ 2hr 10 strip "swiss" acid. print resembled a joker or a jester
t+ 3hr 50-80mg neon yellow DMT
Short trip report is as follows:
Wasn't really feeling the shrooms or acid, figured they were bunk. Met a guy somehow we began to talk about dmt over a blunt or 2. He whips out a canary yellow crystal and loads me up. I blast off and don't come back. The fine fellow who blasted me becomes god; everyone around is god. We are in a world that is similar to the matrix (a virtual representation of my mind). Every person in this world is a facet of my consciousness. I figure out God's secret and he tells me that I am to become his successor. The DMT is wearing off at this point, acid is kicking in. Everything is beautiful, the trees became huge bushes of ganja. They stunk like my favorite strain, Sour DIesel and were 30 feet high.
I am on my way to becoming God, he is funneling all of his information into my head at once. Information overload, the universe begins to make sense, everything has its root by this one man, this one being. Adam and Eve, every religious symbol, all created by God but misinterpreted by man. God was showing himself to me because I had prayed my whole life for this.
He then tells me my whole life has been a dream and everyone I thought I knew was a figment of my imagination, including my parents and siblings. I call out my girlfriend's name and she appears in front of me. My powers are increasing by the second. My words become matter. I say joint and there is one in my hand. I say Spain and I am transported to Madrid. I am God.
I do not remember much more other than feelings that cannot be put into words. I was taken up to the infirmary by security to make sure I did not hurt myself. From friends i later learned I was swimming in the trees and laying on the ground under the security's golf cart.
I waKE up very disoriented in the infirmary, unable to describe who I am or where I am. I know both of these answers but I was unable to convey my thoughts to such a primitive being as the worker.
One of these days I will reorganize this report and fill in what I can't currently remember but I had a wild fucking trip. I would highly recommend this to anyone with a strong enough ego. Make sure you can get good acid though, I dosed with 2 tabs of bunk shit before I said fuck it and dropped the 10 strip
This past weekend at Harvest Fest in NY I dosed myself with the following:
t= 0 2-3g blunt (OG kush, UK cheese, Bluberry Skunk, blonde hash)
t+ 1hr 3.5g fat shrooms, looked like PE strain
t+ 1.5hr .2 pure as snow MDMA (smelled like licorice!)
t+ 2hr 10 strip "swiss" acid. print resembled a joker or a jester
t+ 3hr 50-80mg neon yellow DMT
Short trip report is as follows:
Wasn't really feeling the shrooms or acid, figured they were bunk. Met a guy somehow we began to talk about dmt over a blunt or 2. He whips out a canary yellow crystal and loads me up. I blast off and don't come back. The fine fellow who blasted me becomes god; everyone around is god. We are in a world that is similar to the matrix (a virtual representation of my mind). Every person in this world is a facet of my consciousness. I figure out God's secret and he tells me that I am to become his successor. The DMT is wearing off at this point, acid is kicking in. Everything is beautiful, the trees became huge bushes of ganja. They stunk like my favorite strain, Sour DIesel and were 30 feet high.
I am on my way to becoming God, he is funneling all of his information into my head at once. Information overload, the universe begins to make sense, everything has its root by this one man, this one being. Adam and Eve, every religious symbol, all created by God but misinterpreted by man. God was showing himself to me because I had prayed my whole life for this.
He then tells me my whole life has been a dream and everyone I thought I knew was a figment of my imagination, including my parents and siblings. I call out my girlfriend's name and she appears in front of me. My powers are increasing by the second. My words become matter. I say joint and there is one in my hand. I say Spain and I am transported to Madrid. I am God.
I do not remember much more other than feelings that cannot be put into words. I was taken up to the infirmary by security to make sure I did not hurt myself. From friends i later learned I was swimming in the trees and laying on the ground under the security's golf cart.
I waKE up very disoriented in the infirmary, unable to describe who I am or where I am. I know both of these answers but I was unable to convey my thoughts to such a primitive being as the worker.
One of these days I will reorganize this report and fill in what I can't currently remember but I had a wild fucking trip. I would highly recommend this to anyone with a strong enough ego. Make sure you can get good acid though, I dosed with 2 tabs of bunk shit before I said fuck it and dropped the 10 strip
