For the last week or so I've been carrying out my first extraction, an A/B which is still being carried out. A full report and pictorial will be posted upon completion. However, I did harvest some crystals from my first three pulls, and through which; I had my first DMT experience.
I purchased a classic VG a couple of days ago in preperation of the results of my extraction, I also purchased some mullein, and a torch lighter.
The midnight hour approached, and the time was upon me, the time I've been building up to. Earlier on I had loaded my Vaporgenie with 50mg of spice; onto a bed of mullein. I entered my bedroom, turned on my bedside lamp, and switched off the main light. I sat on the bed nervously, in the grips of pre flight anxiety. The duvet was bunched up behind me, so I was sat up, with a big comfortable back rest.
I lit the torch, raised it above the flame filter, and started to take a hit. At the time I genuinely thought I was taking a long, deep toke. As it turns out, for whatever reason, I must have been subconsciously holding back, but I held the small toke in, thinking it was a bigger hit than it actually was.
I blew the first toke out after about ten seconds or so, then took a second hit. Much like the first, I thought I was taking a long deep toke. This too was not a huge toke, but at that point I firmly believed it was. I held the vapour for about ten seconds or so, then blew out. I placed both VG and lighter next to me on the bed.
As I melted into the trip I felt like a spaceship was booting up. This was due to a noise which was very much like, a spaceship booting up, coupled with the fact I had entered into a trip. I looked at my feet in front of me, and I took a snapshot of my now very trippy feet, and as I looked around the room, I could still see my feet; burnt into my field of vision like a trippy photograph.
The snapshot disappeared, and I was looking round my room. The trip was a different kind of trip to what I was used to, but at the same time it wasn't. I was engulfed in a noise sort of like weird alien machinery, but also sort of like tensing a guitar string, but also kind of like weird alien speech.
I picked up my vaporgenie and lit the torch. I took a deep toke, but somehow I coughed it out. I lit the torch again, and took a steady little hit till there was no more to vape.
As I looked around my room, swirling and melting; with my alien machine background noise processing and calculating, I got the sense that I was not supposed to go any further than this just now. This was just my first baby step into the world of spice, and I'm fine with that.
To say the trip felt like a mushroom trip, or acid trip would be wrong. It was a trip nonetheless, but it had it's own feel. Also, it wasn't just a trip. It was my first baby step into something incredible. Something that I know is extremely intense, but of course, I don't know at all.
I am going to completely finish my extraction until I work with spice again. This was my first experience, and as such, I got what was meant for me. Not a crazy little different feeling trip, but my first baby step. Easing me into something alot more powerful and intense than I could ever possibly imagine at this moment.
Peace,
Macre.
I purchased a classic VG a couple of days ago in preperation of the results of my extraction, I also purchased some mullein, and a torch lighter.
The midnight hour approached, and the time was upon me, the time I've been building up to. Earlier on I had loaded my Vaporgenie with 50mg of spice; onto a bed of mullein. I entered my bedroom, turned on my bedside lamp, and switched off the main light. I sat on the bed nervously, in the grips of pre flight anxiety. The duvet was bunched up behind me, so I was sat up, with a big comfortable back rest.
I lit the torch, raised it above the flame filter, and started to take a hit. At the time I genuinely thought I was taking a long, deep toke. As it turns out, for whatever reason, I must have been subconsciously holding back, but I held the small toke in, thinking it was a bigger hit than it actually was.
I blew the first toke out after about ten seconds or so, then took a second hit. Much like the first, I thought I was taking a long deep toke. This too was not a huge toke, but at that point I firmly believed it was. I held the vapour for about ten seconds or so, then blew out. I placed both VG and lighter next to me on the bed.
As I melted into the trip I felt like a spaceship was booting up. This was due to a noise which was very much like, a spaceship booting up, coupled with the fact I had entered into a trip. I looked at my feet in front of me, and I took a snapshot of my now very trippy feet, and as I looked around the room, I could still see my feet; burnt into my field of vision like a trippy photograph.
The snapshot disappeared, and I was looking round my room. The trip was a different kind of trip to what I was used to, but at the same time it wasn't. I was engulfed in a noise sort of like weird alien machinery, but also sort of like tensing a guitar string, but also kind of like weird alien speech.
I picked up my vaporgenie and lit the torch. I took a deep toke, but somehow I coughed it out. I lit the torch again, and took a steady little hit till there was no more to vape.
As I looked around my room, swirling and melting; with my alien machine background noise processing and calculating, I got the sense that I was not supposed to go any further than this just now. This was just my first baby step into the world of spice, and I'm fine with that.
To say the trip felt like a mushroom trip, or acid trip would be wrong. It was a trip nonetheless, but it had it's own feel. Also, it wasn't just a trip. It was my first baby step into something incredible. Something that I know is extremely intense, but of course, I don't know at all.
I am going to completely finish my extraction until I work with spice again. This was my first experience, and as such, I got what was meant for me. Not a crazy little different feeling trip, but my first baby step. Easing me into something alot more powerful and intense than I could ever possibly imagine at this moment.
Peace,
Macre.
