are we missing some dimensions?

[spawn9076]

This is an experience that happened to me a few weeks ago whilst smoking the spice. I sat down in a nice chill environment with some lovely music a candle and a really quiet chilled environment, I loaded up the bong with peppermint leaves then 45mg of pure white crystals which i melted a bit onto the peppermint leaves added a few more pepper mint leaves and with intent burnt the whole cone until the ember burned its self out.

nothing,

no buzzing, no crackling noises in my head everything in my room still appeared normal no 3d effects absolutely nothing, strange I thought maybe it melted through into the water and I didn't get any, then 3 illuminous blue rubber ducks with bright orange beaks and very bold white eyes flew through my walls one sat on the bed in front of me and two on the sofa opposite me. everything else was normal I sat there for a few minutes not moving neither did the ducks, I did not know what to make of this at all. then I saw a little boy in peripheral vision stood about a foot away (I've seen this little boy many times on misfires previously) I look to focus on this boy and he disappears along with the ducks.

theory of the little boy I always see, now I have a 3 year old daughter who from an early age has always told me she has an older brother called Adam (just a kids imaginary friend) then one day she said to me and my fiancée that Adam was very sad because he died in mummy's tummy.

we were shocked we had never mentioned it to her as she is so young and we had never spoke about it between us for her to pick up on since she was even born, but my fiancée had had a miscarriage before my daughter was born, however we never did find out the sex of the baby.

so I think this boy I sometimes see is either a physically representation of that either created by a story my daughter has made up which is projected from my mind which is why when I try to focus to see features etc. it always disappears. or another theory is that the baby created has a soul and is with me in my DMT experiences i always feel a love and warmth for my family whilst i am smoking the spice.

does anyone have any similar experiences regarding family or even regarding smoking 45mg and a strange non breakthrough experience.

DMT amazes me as it really is a self teaching molecule the more you smoke it the more you learn, even if what you learn is that just as you think you are begining to grasp it the more you realise the less you actually know!

 

[Koornut]

Thats a strong meme you've got there man, i could see the ducks too. They are quite vibrant (like something out of 1980's special effects).

Could the ludicrous nature of the appearing ducks be there as a point of reference, or even a comparison. So that the idea of your daughter being able to sense her brother/sister (which seemed impossible for her to know) appear to be the most normal thing in the world, compared to blue luminescent ducks.

 

[spawn9076]

Thats a strong meme you've got there man, i could see the ducks too. They are quite vibrant (like something out of 1980's special effects).

Could the ludicrous nature of the appearing ducks be there as a point of reference, or even a comparison. So that the idea of your daughter being able to sense her brother/sister (which seemed impossible for her to know) appear to be the most normal thing in the world, compared to blue luminescent ducks.

yeh quite possibly i felt as if they could be representing my daughters happiness and maybe some sort of connection, it was just really bizarre i'd never had an OEV like this before. it was nothing like wavy lines and dimensions disappearing, it was as if reality stayed put and what ever was in my subconscious was being projected from my mind into reality, even though it wasn't a "bad trip" it certainly was quite scary because it was so unexpected

 

[alex mowry]

also hi. and pickles. *here take some pickles*

i wish i could try dmt; too bad it's illegal. i heard that it was illegal and that drugs were bad apparently. but i keep smoking pot. i don't take pills. i just do my research on the internet. but whatever i guess. i guess i'm still not aloud to do all the drugs i carefully consider yet or something like that.

but for me; thats one dimensional reality; one angle of the circle...

i think that reality is the bottom of the human's whole. and the top of the humans whom is underneath and sometimes pushed away. this is why we have weird people; i think.

and that it's good to share ideas and be expressive and passionate and have a messy house every now and then. i think that everyone is just a little crazy basically. and that everyone is just a little naturally paranoid, violent, insane, and *cough cough* human.

everyone has done drugs at some point in their lives. everyone has hurt another person at some point in their lives. SWIM is just a name for someone who wants to use drugs but is stuck in the sea.

life is what ought not i choose to think. nor what life gives to and fro unto thee.

so basically. life is an asshole. oh and apparently and sarcastically ironically it's an awesome asshole okay. and life is just a joke sometimes... not always. life is a teacher who doesn't die when you're going insane and life is a think to be gracious over. life gives; kills, rapes, lies, is violent, is nasty, is mean, is cray-z as fuck. life has a sense of humor; its the one you don't want a date with. yall like to die at some point but the thing is; why can't we hold on and be without for just a second?

thats all i'm saying. take things that seriously and when you runaway from this fucking computer and me and everyone else; when life runs; let it go. live and let live; shut up.

just sayin; have a sense of humor, have some brains and intelligence, get an awesome culture, have some parties, have some birthdays and holidays and be as gay, bi, pan, trans, straight, asexual, depressed, belemic, psychological, sociological, rational, common, "normal" (who is normal anyway?), "criminally insane", "ingenius", "egotistical" *cough cough continues to throw money into time and space*, sexy, beautiful, fabulous, happy, psychic, repetitive, magical, wordy, literate, dancy, awesome, individual; and not alone; AS YOU WANT FOR PETE'S SAKE! STAAAAHP DOING THINGS WRONG.

i am a perfectionist, a control freak, a little slow, really awesome, a little "off", a little crazy, semi- psychopathic, a little spiritual, a little off time, a little loud and mouth, sassy, "child-like" whatever that is, not able to take one thing at a time, not able to think for everyone else (just myself because i'll die my way i say! or at least whenever i find out if i'll die when i die; end of story because i'm ignorant, stubborn, really really really really really really really really really imperfect and humble and crazy.

yeah. i think someone isn't logged on. SOMEONE. i dont know whom. i really don't because no one tells me nuthin!

*cough cough* scruffy the ganitor yo. *cough cough*...

also pickles. and secrets. expose dem secrets or they'll dig into your skin.

they'll cut you and kill you and hurt you and make you cry.

secrets. my secret is that i don't stab myself. i mean cut. i just stab myself from time to time; and i'm actually not joking to be honest. i literally stab myself with something sharp from time to time; never enough to kill me. from time to time i have choked myself; truthfully. in fact i remember early in school i've choked myself and i've felt rejected by the group.

but i also remember being there for other people in school. i remember that school taught me all kinds of bad things and good things and rational things and hateful things and ironic things and it taught me the scariest thing of all... fear.

happy fucking halloween; now swallow your holidays. i am polite; i just say things guys. i have ticks and tocks; get it?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i am time and space by the way; everyone is in their own little bubble.

also hi. *TAKE THESE FRICKEN PICKLES* nao. they are my currency yo! not penises tho. just pickles. but sometimes i have to take other forms of pickles because yeah you asked for this mr. humans. you asked for stories thou children.

ohh and btw. criminology is for pedophiles just so everyone knows. but only for honest ones who are just retarded and slow. and remember: do your homework; don't believe everything everyone says; be really awesome; do drugs when your parents are ready for you to do drugs, listen to them, love them, stop hating them even if their dead, if they do die stop whining if you won't be reunited, not being rude being blunt just so that everyone knows........ *throws random object at you and also i can have currency without pickles!* just so everyone knows.

and also. as a last last last trial. "faggot" ohh you are so gay!

how dare you be so gay and happy and who you are! how dare you be so irrrronic. ha. ha. ha.

how dare you be so bisexual. how dare you! RAH! how dare you!

AND YOUUUUU how dare u be so strt frwrd! how dare you! you hentai.

and you. how dare you be so depressed, anxious, or otherwise... you demi "god" or should i call you demisexual?... blah!

and and you too. how dare you not be friendly and focused and attentive you weirdo. you awesome filthy weird...uhm...ness. ues.

also. ... ... ... uh................>>>>>>>>>>>>.

so. i forget what i was talking about; how is everyone?

 

[alex mowry]

ohh and the best person ever is the one who takes time and space to say thank you and make everyone feel beloved. just saying. ohh and the person who makes everyone feel like their going to die needs to stop because he's being an "asshole" and he needs to just bleah. go home alex. you are drunk on power again, hi on hellos. you are gay (not really... teehee.)

anyways; sorry to be so blunt in my way. ohh and children are annoying. jk. but seriously children in general don't realize that being annoying is okay. but... patience grasshoppers. or should i call yall friends...