In my intro I hinted that I had experienced a threshold dose of DMT. I figured I should do this write up before taking the plunge into the breakthrough. So I, and anyone giving advice, will have a reference point for the experience.
The small puddle of yellow at the bottom of the oil burner release a plume of thick spiraling smoke. I waited for the bulb to fill and took a slow deep breath. A sudden extreme pain filled my lungs and they begged me to let go.
"Good Christ! How could anyone smoke this?" I thought as I vacated my aching lungs gasping for breath.
The room shuddered. As drool from the coughing hung from my mouth I stared into my bookcase across the room. It seemed to be folding in on it's self, like a set of hanging blinds. My lungs felt abused but my body was quickly becoming free of the pain that is a constant reminder of my mortality.
In an attempt to relax I laid back into my pillow. The ceiling became a swirling array of multi colored lights. It was beautiful and for a second I forgot about my lungs and was lost in awe. I guessed that this was the first form of the gateway. It remained closed but shimmered in fractal brilliance as if saying, "Next time, come a bit more prepared"
A few added points. My first extraction yielded only a nasty yellow oil. I believe that this is the reason for so much pain in my lungs. I'm hoping that the infused "changa" blend that I am working on will be significantly more pleasant to smoke.
The small puddle of yellow at the bottom of the oil burner release a plume of thick spiraling smoke. I waited for the bulb to fill and took a slow deep breath. A sudden extreme pain filled my lungs and they begged me to let go.
"Good Christ! How could anyone smoke this?" I thought as I vacated my aching lungs gasping for breath.
The room shuddered. As drool from the coughing hung from my mouth I stared into my bookcase across the room. It seemed to be folding in on it's self, like a set of hanging blinds. My lungs felt abused but my body was quickly becoming free of the pain that is a constant reminder of my mortality.
In an attempt to relax I laid back into my pillow. The ceiling became a swirling array of multi colored lights. It was beautiful and for a second I forgot about my lungs and was lost in awe. I guessed that this was the first form of the gateway. It remained closed but shimmered in fractal brilliance as if saying, "Next time, come a bit more prepared"
A few added points. My first extraction yielded only a nasty yellow oil. I believe that this is the reason for so much pain in my lungs. I'm hoping that the infused "changa" blend that I am working on will be significantly more pleasant to smoke.