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Rising Star
So a friend of mine extracted a half pound of some MHRB that we ordered offline, the scale we had didn't even register it, so we loaded some dimes and threw them on some ash and layered. My first time I tried a bic lighter using a water bong, nothing. After this I removed the water grabbed a torch and tried again. The smoke wasn't harsh and the only real taste is just because of the smell. The ash did make it a little hard to suck through next time I'll use MJ probally.
I took 2 long hits and held both for about 15-20 seconds the thick head feeling hit me fast and my body began to buzz a little, mild salvia like color waves were flowing on the ceiling and walls. Then I closed my eyes and laid back.
The only way I can describe what I first saw is a flat piece of circle paper folded and creased like a human brain but still holding a spherical shape, pulsing with color on every fold and spinning. Is this the chrysantheum? There was no plastic ripping no tunnel no mental rip, but I did see the spirits and they did know I was there. They reminded me of tribal drawings stick figures with square heads and large round eyes, glowing bright red.
It felt like they were mad at me, not furious but wanting badly trying almost so hard to tell me something that they were spiritually yelling at me. Multiples of them were crashing in on me their faces in mine, trying to convey this urgent message and almost ripping at me with their hands to show their urgency. I then on the right side of my mental screen a had an old like film playing of a baby, but I was this baby, but this baby was not me, at least not who I am now. I was in the bathroom, I peed on the floor, my mother was upset, not mad, I at first thought maybe this is why the spirits were mad at me. Ive thought about it since and even talked to my mother, and she says we never lived in a house like that, I told her it was a dream.
The second time I smoked it, about 45 minutes after the first It was much more intense no chrysantheum this time but I was back at the house from my first trip, in the kitchen with my mother, or this childs mother, she had forgotten about the bathroom incident and was standing with me there, the child was upset and crying clinging on to his mothers leg. The spirits were there still urgently imploring but for what I was still unsure. My body began to tingle like it was falling asleep and then getting stronger and stronger it began to hurt like paperclips were being shoved into my skin from all around.
In the midst of this chaos I remembered Terrnce Mckenna once talking about singing and creating his own toys. So I began to sing what came to mind because concentrating on anything was difficult in the commotion I was experiencing. I began to chant. Instantly the tingling melted away the vibrating comotion wellowed out to waves the baby stopped crying and the spirits turned from reds and oranges to blues and greens, they stopped bothering me and sat back, four of them sitting watching intrigued. then they melted away as I kept singing.
Even though I feel I did not break through, nor did I have a very positive trip, It was deeply moving and I am still so intrigued by what more this spirit molecule has to show me. I will continue on my journeys, but now with much more respect for Dimitri.
I took 2 long hits and held both for about 15-20 seconds the thick head feeling hit me fast and my body began to buzz a little, mild salvia like color waves were flowing on the ceiling and walls. Then I closed my eyes and laid back.
The only way I can describe what I first saw is a flat piece of circle paper folded and creased like a human brain but still holding a spherical shape, pulsing with color on every fold and spinning. Is this the chrysantheum? There was no plastic ripping no tunnel no mental rip, but I did see the spirits and they did know I was there. They reminded me of tribal drawings stick figures with square heads and large round eyes, glowing bright red.
It felt like they were mad at me, not furious but wanting badly trying almost so hard to tell me something that they were spiritually yelling at me. Multiples of them were crashing in on me their faces in mine, trying to convey this urgent message and almost ripping at me with their hands to show their urgency. I then on the right side of my mental screen a had an old like film playing of a baby, but I was this baby, but this baby was not me, at least not who I am now. I was in the bathroom, I peed on the floor, my mother was upset, not mad, I at first thought maybe this is why the spirits were mad at me. Ive thought about it since and even talked to my mother, and she says we never lived in a house like that, I told her it was a dream.
The second time I smoked it, about 45 minutes after the first It was much more intense no chrysantheum this time but I was back at the house from my first trip, in the kitchen with my mother, or this childs mother, she had forgotten about the bathroom incident and was standing with me there, the child was upset and crying clinging on to his mothers leg. The spirits were there still urgently imploring but for what I was still unsure. My body began to tingle like it was falling asleep and then getting stronger and stronger it began to hurt like paperclips were being shoved into my skin from all around.
In the midst of this chaos I remembered Terrnce Mckenna once talking about singing and creating his own toys. So I began to sing what came to mind because concentrating on anything was difficult in the commotion I was experiencing. I began to chant. Instantly the tingling melted away the vibrating comotion wellowed out to waves the baby stopped crying and the spirits turned from reds and oranges to blues and greens, they stopped bothering me and sat back, four of them sitting watching intrigued. then they melted away as I kept singing.
Even though I feel I did not break through, nor did I have a very positive trip, It was deeply moving and I am still so intrigued by what more this spirit molecule has to show me. I will continue on my journeys, but now with much more respect for Dimitri.
dude thats nice... i also smoke few times in a row eheheh... we are hungry people u know 
