Psilosomniac
Vicarious
Greetings, Nexus!
I've been an active member and supporter of the Shroomery for a good while, and I more than appreciate the quality of discussion I've seen around here on the Nexus, and I'm hoping to find some way to contribute to this community. I suppose I'll start with a little bit about my experiences with psychedelics. This will likely end up being a long post, but I'll try and summarize each bit as much as possible.
I started smoking cannabis sophomore year of high school. One of my best friends who's a bit older than me that I've known since birth had been smoking for a little while, and I got curious and asked to try it. I didn't smoke all that often (it was more of a weekend thing, at most, at the time), but I quickly became fascinated with altered states of mind. It wasn't too long before I became interested in mushrooms, as I'd heard my friend had tried them once or twice. Nobody I knew was really into tripping, let alone knew very much about psychedelic drugs, so I took to the internet and started researching. I spent quite a bit of time off and on researching for a few months, totally fascinated with what I found. It was like there was this whole world for things people were experiencing that were just beyond anything I had heard about or imagined. Reading about it was so captivating that I would browse Erowid and the Shroomery, in particular, for hours at a time soaking up as much information as I could handle. It was a source of endless fascination for me.
It took a little while to actually get the opportunity to trip for the first time. When the time finally came, I posted about it on the Shroomery and gathered some advice and eventually decided to plunge right in and take an eighth for my first time. My good friend that I mentioned earlier managed to get enough for me and two of my friends to take an eighth. I ended up with 3.7 grams for my first trip at sixteen years old. Looking back, that was quite a bit for a first time. I dosed in the mountains with two of my friends (one of which decided at the last minute to save his dose for another time). I'll never forget the things I experienced that day. From awe inspiring visuals and clarity to utterly terrifying thought loops and seeming realizations about the way life worked. Needless to say, I knew I had gotten myself into something too incredible, serious, and bizarre to leave behind.
It was a few months before I got to trip again, but I began posting a lot more. I felt like I had gathered enough information to start participating in conversations. I remember sitting in Sociology class on the Shroomery typing up lengthy responses to threads. Looking back, I'm pretty surprised by how thorough some of those posts were, especially for a high school kid.
Eventually I found a source for LSD, and picked up a ten strip. I suspect that these doses were a DOx compound because they lasted quite a while and took longer than they should have to hit. Nevertheless, it was a good time. I dosed with one of my good friends at one in the morning and spent the night wandering around town and talking about all sorts of things. I remember sneaking back into my house at seven in the morning and pretending to be asleep while my parents got up and left for work. Fast forward a few months past a couple of low dose mushroom trips, and I finally experienced my first real LSD trip. I dosed at one in the morning again, this time in the safety of my room. The sense of clarity was indescribable. I listened to a four hour playlist of music I had selected for the trip, and I remember watching the shapes of the dried paint on the ceiling forming legions of mushrooms that danced around to Shpongle's Divine Moments of Truth. As the sun rose, I stepped outside, feeling like the experience had come full circle as I breathed in the fresh morning air.
The next month I got my hands on a vial. I had this friend that I smoked with a few times, and I thought he, in particular, would appreciate the psychedelic experience. I had offered him mushrooms a few times in the past, and he had declined. I asked if he wanted to try out this vial with me, and he accepted. I remember a couple minutes after dosing, he asked me what was going to happen. I laughed and told him I couldn't explain it and that he'd find out in a few minutes. And he did. We ended up biking around town in the pouring rain. At one point we stopped in a parking lot for a little break. We talked about how everything felt like it made sense now, and I told him about how it goes away. This would be the first of many times that I tripped with him. I went home that night, clothes soaking wet with rustled wet hair and huge pupils.
Him and I dosed weekly for about ten weeks straight from that vial. We gathered a couple friends that wanted to try, and we would meet up at 10am on Sunday morning and dose. I'll never forget those weeks. When we finally washed the vial out several months later, my friend and I reminisced about all the crazy things we experienced. It felt like so much longer than it was.
Later that year I got into a few research chemicals. 4-AcO-DMT in particular, but eventually (and more recently), 5-MeO-MiPT, 4-HO-DET, and Allylescaline. All very interesting drugs, but I won't really go into them because it's my understanding that new members aren't really supposed to discuss research chemicals.
I left out my experiences with DMT because I figured I would pool them all together. The first time I smoked DMT was a few weeks before my first real LSD trip. I had only five or so mushroom trips under my belt, and one suspected DOx trip. My good friend that I mentioned in the beginning (who first introduced me to cannabis) told me he knew a guy who had DMT, and we arranged a time to go meet with him. We ended up chatting for a while about psychedelics, the Shroomery, the Nexus, Shpongle, and DMT. He offered some DMT to me and said I could try it right then and there. I felt safe, and confident that I wanted to try it, but I was so very nervous. He passed me this little bong that he used the sandwich method with, and I sat with it for a few minutes. Here goes nothing. I burned a little bit of it, but I got enough and passed it to him and laid down on the couch. He and his girlfriend were in the room, but they understood how uncomfortable it was to smoke DMT with people watching. They turned around and quietly did their own thing while the room buzzed and the come up feeling I would soon become familiar with turned into an explosion of geometric hallucinations. I could feel my heart beat slowly and my breaths felt long and exaggerated. I kept my eyes open the whole time, and when it ended, I was in complete awe. I was almost convinced that smoked DMT would be the best experience for a first timer. That was how positive that experience was for me.
Over the next few months I smoked low doses of DMT every so often. Not every time was positive, but that first positive experience was enough to keep me from getting discouraged. Looking back, I think the problem was a combination of doing it too often, and oxidized DMT (I never thought to clean out the freebase pipe because I figured the resin was fine). There was one time during that period where we were tripping on LSD weekly that I decided to try smoking DMT during the trip. The ceiling immediately exploded into an expanse of fractals. It was beautiful. The next week I decided to try again. I remember watching the bulb cloud up with vapor, and then things got crazy. Really crazy. I won't go into all of the details here, but I'll link to the trip report I posted in the Erowid Experience Vaults:
That experience shook me up quite a bit. After a few weeks, I decided to smoke DMT again and see if I could come to terms with what happened. I sat in the back yard, put some music on, and smoked a couple of hits. The same feeling of dread came upon me, and I saw entities flash before me and disappear. I could feel them reappear behind me and disappear again. I remember thinking that it was a shame that this drug was ruined for me now. I felt like this feeling would come back whenever I smoked DMT, and was disappointed. This trip wasn't as intense as the previous one, so I was able to hold myself together for a few minutes and come to terms a little bit with the whole thing. I felt a little bit better.
I had some more experiences with DMT after that, but once I left for school last fall, I had few opportunities to smoke DMT again. Between September and the end of the year, I simulated Changa with smoked Syrian Rue and DMT separately once, and smoked it once or twice towards the end of the year when I came home for break. This year, I've smoked it only once, and that was about two weeks ago. It was a good experience. I felt like I had rid myself of some of the negativity that surrounded the previous experiences. I decided I should do my own extraction. I feel like if there's anything to the theory that the experience is really external, whatever is out there would appreciate the time and effort I put into an extraction.
So that's where I stand right now. In the middle of an Acid to Base extraction using Cyb's tek modified for Acacia Confusa Root Bark. The yield so far is very low, but I've got several chances to make this work because I've got more bark. I'm hoping the community can help me out, and that I might have something to offer this community in turn. I'm already impressed with the maturity of the users here, and I think there's a lot I can learn and benefit from here.
As a last note, I would like to encourage anybody who wants a better idea of what kind of poster I am to take a look at some of my activity there. Hopefully I can carry over a little bit of credibility from my posting history there to help establish myself here.
www.shroomery.org
Thanks for reading! I'm looking forward to becoming a contributing member of the Nexus!
I've been an active member and supporter of the Shroomery for a good while, and I more than appreciate the quality of discussion I've seen around here on the Nexus, and I'm hoping to find some way to contribute to this community. I suppose I'll start with a little bit about my experiences with psychedelics. This will likely end up being a long post, but I'll try and summarize each bit as much as possible.
I started smoking cannabis sophomore year of high school. One of my best friends who's a bit older than me that I've known since birth had been smoking for a little while, and I got curious and asked to try it. I didn't smoke all that often (it was more of a weekend thing, at most, at the time), but I quickly became fascinated with altered states of mind. It wasn't too long before I became interested in mushrooms, as I'd heard my friend had tried them once or twice. Nobody I knew was really into tripping, let alone knew very much about psychedelic drugs, so I took to the internet and started researching. I spent quite a bit of time off and on researching for a few months, totally fascinated with what I found. It was like there was this whole world for things people were experiencing that were just beyond anything I had heard about or imagined. Reading about it was so captivating that I would browse Erowid and the Shroomery, in particular, for hours at a time soaking up as much information as I could handle. It was a source of endless fascination for me.
It took a little while to actually get the opportunity to trip for the first time. When the time finally came, I posted about it on the Shroomery and gathered some advice and eventually decided to plunge right in and take an eighth for my first time. My good friend that I mentioned earlier managed to get enough for me and two of my friends to take an eighth. I ended up with 3.7 grams for my first trip at sixteen years old. Looking back, that was quite a bit for a first time. I dosed in the mountains with two of my friends (one of which decided at the last minute to save his dose for another time). I'll never forget the things I experienced that day. From awe inspiring visuals and clarity to utterly terrifying thought loops and seeming realizations about the way life worked. Needless to say, I knew I had gotten myself into something too incredible, serious, and bizarre to leave behind.
It was a few months before I got to trip again, but I began posting a lot more. I felt like I had gathered enough information to start participating in conversations. I remember sitting in Sociology class on the Shroomery typing up lengthy responses to threads. Looking back, I'm pretty surprised by how thorough some of those posts were, especially for a high school kid.
Eventually I found a source for LSD, and picked up a ten strip. I suspect that these doses were a DOx compound because they lasted quite a while and took longer than they should have to hit. Nevertheless, it was a good time. I dosed with one of my good friends at one in the morning and spent the night wandering around town and talking about all sorts of things. I remember sneaking back into my house at seven in the morning and pretending to be asleep while my parents got up and left for work. Fast forward a few months past a couple of low dose mushroom trips, and I finally experienced my first real LSD trip. I dosed at one in the morning again, this time in the safety of my room. The sense of clarity was indescribable. I listened to a four hour playlist of music I had selected for the trip, and I remember watching the shapes of the dried paint on the ceiling forming legions of mushrooms that danced around to Shpongle's Divine Moments of Truth. As the sun rose, I stepped outside, feeling like the experience had come full circle as I breathed in the fresh morning air.
The next month I got my hands on a vial. I had this friend that I smoked with a few times, and I thought he, in particular, would appreciate the psychedelic experience. I had offered him mushrooms a few times in the past, and he had declined. I asked if he wanted to try out this vial with me, and he accepted. I remember a couple minutes after dosing, he asked me what was going to happen. I laughed and told him I couldn't explain it and that he'd find out in a few minutes. And he did. We ended up biking around town in the pouring rain. At one point we stopped in a parking lot for a little break. We talked about how everything felt like it made sense now, and I told him about how it goes away. This would be the first of many times that I tripped with him. I went home that night, clothes soaking wet with rustled wet hair and huge pupils.
Him and I dosed weekly for about ten weeks straight from that vial. We gathered a couple friends that wanted to try, and we would meet up at 10am on Sunday morning and dose. I'll never forget those weeks. When we finally washed the vial out several months later, my friend and I reminisced about all the crazy things we experienced. It felt like so much longer than it was.
Later that year I got into a few research chemicals. 4-AcO-DMT in particular, but eventually (and more recently), 5-MeO-MiPT, 4-HO-DET, and Allylescaline. All very interesting drugs, but I won't really go into them because it's my understanding that new members aren't really supposed to discuss research chemicals.
I left out my experiences with DMT because I figured I would pool them all together. The first time I smoked DMT was a few weeks before my first real LSD trip. I had only five or so mushroom trips under my belt, and one suspected DOx trip. My good friend that I mentioned in the beginning (who first introduced me to cannabis) told me he knew a guy who had DMT, and we arranged a time to go meet with him. We ended up chatting for a while about psychedelics, the Shroomery, the Nexus, Shpongle, and DMT. He offered some DMT to me and said I could try it right then and there. I felt safe, and confident that I wanted to try it, but I was so very nervous. He passed me this little bong that he used the sandwich method with, and I sat with it for a few minutes. Here goes nothing. I burned a little bit of it, but I got enough and passed it to him and laid down on the couch. He and his girlfriend were in the room, but they understood how uncomfortable it was to smoke DMT with people watching. They turned around and quietly did their own thing while the room buzzed and the come up feeling I would soon become familiar with turned into an explosion of geometric hallucinations. I could feel my heart beat slowly and my breaths felt long and exaggerated. I kept my eyes open the whole time, and when it ended, I was in complete awe. I was almost convinced that smoked DMT would be the best experience for a first timer. That was how positive that experience was for me.
Over the next few months I smoked low doses of DMT every so often. Not every time was positive, but that first positive experience was enough to keep me from getting discouraged. Looking back, I think the problem was a combination of doing it too often, and oxidized DMT (I never thought to clean out the freebase pipe because I figured the resin was fine). There was one time during that period where we were tripping on LSD weekly that I decided to try smoking DMT during the trip. The ceiling immediately exploded into an expanse of fractals. It was beautiful. The next week I decided to try again. I remember watching the bulb cloud up with vapor, and then things got crazy. Really crazy. I won't go into all of the details here, but I'll link to the trip report I posted in the Erowid Experience Vaults:
LSD & DMT - Erowid Exp - 'Pushing the Limits'
An Experience with LSD & DMT. 'Pushing the Limits' by Psilosomniac
www.erowid.org
That experience shook me up quite a bit. After a few weeks, I decided to smoke DMT again and see if I could come to terms with what happened. I sat in the back yard, put some music on, and smoked a couple of hits. The same feeling of dread came upon me, and I saw entities flash before me and disappear. I could feel them reappear behind me and disappear again. I remember thinking that it was a shame that this drug was ruined for me now. I felt like this feeling would come back whenever I smoked DMT, and was disappointed. This trip wasn't as intense as the previous one, so I was able to hold myself together for a few minutes and come to terms a little bit with the whole thing. I felt a little bit better.
I had some more experiences with DMT after that, but once I left for school last fall, I had few opportunities to smoke DMT again. Between September and the end of the year, I simulated Changa with smoked Syrian Rue and DMT separately once, and smoked it once or twice towards the end of the year when I came home for break. This year, I've smoked it only once, and that was about two weeks ago. It was a good experience. I felt like I had rid myself of some of the negativity that surrounded the previous experiences. I decided I should do my own extraction. I feel like if there's anything to the theory that the experience is really external, whatever is out there would appreciate the time and effort I put into an extraction.
So that's where I stand right now. In the middle of an Acid to Base extraction using Cyb's tek modified for Acacia Confusa Root Bark. The yield so far is very low, but I've got several chances to make this work because I've got more bark. I'm hoping the community can help me out, and that I might have something to offer this community in turn. I'm already impressed with the maturity of the users here, and I think there's a lot I can learn and benefit from here.
As a last note, I would like to encourage anybody who wants a better idea of what kind of poster I am to take a look at some of my activity there. Hopefully I can carry over a little bit of credibility from my posting history there to help establish myself here.
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Public details about Psilosomniac including personal and contact information.
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Thanks for reading! I'm looking forward to becoming a contributing member of the Nexus!
