freedominphilly
Rising Star
Yesterday was SWIM's 4th time with a significant dose of spice. About a month and a half ago, he did his first extraction ever, after 12 years of waiting to experience its power. Ok, so significant to SWIM may not of course be significant to some of you veterans, but he says he's now very comfortable with it and is [i:55bfa195f1]really[/i:55bfa195f1] ready to start exploring. I won't count SWIM's first couple times that he was still trying to get the hang of toking it correctly, although they were nice and mild-mushroomy, they obviously don't compare to the 'good ones'. His scale only measures to .1, so he says that he slowly sprinkled the just-barely-offwhite crystals onto the scale's platform until it read .1. Then he eyeballed that in half and thought to himself, "Wow, that pile's quite a bit larger than the 3 matchhead sized pile that he smoked on his second journey (and that journey was rather disappointing because all he remembers is closing his eyes, going through the chrysanthemum, and just getting stuck in blank space<not bad, just boring>. his OEV's were just ridiculous <not bad either> so he just closed his eyes and went back to blank space. no real lessons learned)." So he split one half, into half, and then added half of the half pile to the half, haha..more simply put he feels as though he was able to eye out 35-45 mgs. This was going to be the first time he journeyed by himself and it was also to be the largest dose he had smoked thus far. It was a beautiful day yesterday. Very low humidity, sunny, and about 75%F. He lives in an area where there are many trees. His neighbor whom he is good buddies with has a nice house down the road with a very big deck that overlooks a creek filled with many green lily pads. His neighbor was away for the weekend. His pipe was loaded with a layer parsley, then a layer of the spice, with another layer of parsley on top. He's found that this is the best way for him to smoke it, as all he has to do is barely touch the flame to the first layer of parsley to create a little hotbed for which the DMT can vaporize. He says he can get it all in 1 or 2 hits now, and this mofo has some iron lungs too. So he sits down in a comfy chair on the deck. He feels very good, but still has just the slightest bit of anxiety because he knows he is in for a pretty good ride and he's all by himself. One last time he reminds himself that DMT will not kill him or cause him permanent harm, that, in the 100's of other times he's tripped he's never had a bad one, knocks on wood, and says a little prayer asking the spirits to be welcoming. And he holds the lighter to the end of the pipe. And inhales deeply. Hoold it. He feels the tingle all over his head and body. Upon exhale everything in his vision begins to vibrate and a slight ringing in his ears begin. He knew he got a really good first hit and also knew he needed another to achieve the results he was looking for. So he held the lighter again and inhaled deeply. Hooold it. At this point, the vibrations started to rotate and make mechanical waves. He knew it was about to knock him upside the head and everything was going to break apart just as soon as he let the smoke out. And that it did. In an instant, his sense of hearing just completely stopped, as if he had become totally deaf for a split second. As soon as that split second was up, everything within his field of vision shattered into a million tiny pieces and an intense hum overcame his hearing as he was pulled through space, and the tiny shards flew by him at speeds he could have never imagined. He came into an area that had the most vibrant green everywhere that he could 'see'. He felt as though he was being whipped around, this way and that way, up and down and upside down, being shown all types of strange plantlife. It was very jungle-like and there seemed to be a lot of vines everywhere. At one point in the beginning of being in this space, he remembers thinking, "I have no idea how I got here. How did I get here?" He could not for the life of him, remember that he had just smoked DMT 30 seconds ago. Several green serpents greeted and welcomed him. They seemed to know what was going on and encouraged him to enjoy the ride. He came face to face with a very large head of a bird-like thing, with very vibrant yellow and green colors. Telepathically, the head said, "pretty neat, huh?" Then he felt as though he was coming back into his physical body, his 'normal' vision had begun to return. Then, swoosh, he was pulled back up and was returned to a similar space for another minute or so. It was really cool, he said, even though it confused him for a second. It was like he was all mentally prepared to come back and start to put everything back together, and then they said, "Nope, we want you to come hang out for a little while longer." That made him feel good. When he was fully back into his body, he had the most intense feeling of euphoria and he had tears in his eyes. He felt like the luckiest person on earth for having been shown what he had just seen. He is very happy to be comfortable with the spice and being able to use it alone. He also says that he thinks he has gotten over all of the anxiety that he once carried with him the first few times with the spice.
good read.
