A few days ago I submitted a confusing report still very much under the influence of what would appear to be a rather LARGE dose of vaporized spice. I was too smashed up to make any sense of this, but I posted as a form of humorous warning.
WEIGH YOUR DOSE.
Well, having said that, eliminating the variable which caused chaos, I delved again last night, at measured doses, and met with the exact same manner of chaos once again. So I'm going to try and explain from start to finish just what the smeg happened to me.
The first time was the night after a round of vaporizing spice with a friend. We did a good amount, so much that I had to call quits as my spice supply was running out. Needless to say I broke through many times in one night. The next day was a SHE day. Synchronized Hyperspace Event.... Every time on these dates I go deeper than I ever have before, closer to oblivion. So I picked up my pipe and saw there was plenty of spice melted through into the tube, thought 'This probably is mostly gunk... won't be that powerful'. I got a sculpting tool, carved it all out and created a blob, poured the blob into the bowl and vaporized it. That's when things got a bit messy....
I recall being sat in my chair, then on the floor, trying to crawl INTO the floor, then I was a cat, then the walls were screaming in color, laser beams twisted and bent around me, my essence was being dragged around the room and multiplied, everything exploding and shifting. (Try telling someone to relax when this happens... LOL!). I told myself all is well, I told myself 'this is me', I sat still and breathed slow, I stood and breathed fast, I rolled, crawled, and became a tornado, my paintings became portals. All the while I was chasing something, grasping at something which flitted around, zooming and darting about my open eyed hyperspace/studio hybrid. Upon returning to a state where I could actually SEE things, I saw that my computer was an alien device, I thought the sound of minimal techno was a solid object, repeating and locking me here.
I was trapped, and the clock was still ticking.... 'ten minutes are up..... why am I still here....'
Of course I told myself it would indeed wear off. And it did. I relished the trip, most of it was eccentric to the point of scary, but one point where I was trapped was indeed rather unsettling.
So that was that, then came the next one.
This time I decided to load up exactly 30mg into a cleaned pipe. I lay down with a big cushion and crochet blanket, get chilled to the point of meditation, vaporize it, and barely go anywhere. I felt nice, I felt like I was in a semi trance, I observed various photos and things I'd made, laying there and staring around. It was nice, but hardly hyperspace. Fine by me. 20 minutes later i did 40mg. The heat from the flame almost seemed to kiss the spice, slow and gentle, a very faint crisp crackle is heard and vapors are consumed. Hits are held in for a loooong time. I do 3 of these slow long gentle breaths of milky cloud....so soft and serene, I'm in a place pure bliss untill WHAT THE FU-!?!? BLAGH!?!??! WUWEUEWUAHJ!!!!! plikplokplikuoplipkluoklopkliplakleuiplolikp......
I'm on my knees and it's allover the damn place! I can't see it but it's definitely female. 'Now's your chance to CATCH IT!!'. Which I didn't. There where others scurrying around with me, and I could see a woman's legs, I can almost see up her skirt... she's looking down on us losing it, a bunch of kids with far too much sugar/coffee/ADHD/drugs in their systems. The crochet blanket on my face was unfamiliarity in the shape of a web of of ridiculousness. It felt nice to grab it and squeeze something senseless, the act felt senseless, I was senseless, sense was senseless, and I was losing it again.... I got trapped again. I realized the music was once again far too repetitive, like a clock ticking... a clock ticking away in space without time. ( That sounds rather cool... but I used to have nightmares about that, and it's god damned terrifying). So I'm stuck here again, I can't turn the music off, I unplug something from something, I can still hear it. I almost unplug something from a wall. Them the first signs of normality come back. I say.. '40 milligrams did that!?'. The word milligram sounds like an alien language, a powerful word... And then I realize what's really happening.
I'm having my ass kicked by DMT. I thought I was getting to a point where I was becoming one with the molecule, about a years worth of experience had seemed to create a friendship between me and Dimethyltryptamine (yes, I know many of you are FAR more experienced with the spice than I). Well I was wrong about that.
DMT is your friend, but it's sometimes tough love folks. You can't expect to be smooth all the time... wear your sunglasses 'they' will see the fear, not in your eyes, but in the middle of your skull.
But It was good though
Thank you for reading and... 'safe' journeys... ?
Whatever just smoalk it or don't
WEIGH YOUR DOSE.
Well, having said that, eliminating the variable which caused chaos, I delved again last night, at measured doses, and met with the exact same manner of chaos once again. So I'm going to try and explain from start to finish just what the smeg happened to me.
The first time was the night after a round of vaporizing spice with a friend. We did a good amount, so much that I had to call quits as my spice supply was running out. Needless to say I broke through many times in one night. The next day was a SHE day. Synchronized Hyperspace Event.... Every time on these dates I go deeper than I ever have before, closer to oblivion. So I picked up my pipe and saw there was plenty of spice melted through into the tube, thought 'This probably is mostly gunk... won't be that powerful'. I got a sculpting tool, carved it all out and created a blob, poured the blob into the bowl and vaporized it. That's when things got a bit messy....
I recall being sat in my chair, then on the floor, trying to crawl INTO the floor, then I was a cat, then the walls were screaming in color, laser beams twisted and bent around me, my essence was being dragged around the room and multiplied, everything exploding and shifting. (Try telling someone to relax when this happens... LOL!). I told myself all is well, I told myself 'this is me', I sat still and breathed slow, I stood and breathed fast, I rolled, crawled, and became a tornado, my paintings became portals. All the while I was chasing something, grasping at something which flitted around, zooming and darting about my open eyed hyperspace/studio hybrid. Upon returning to a state where I could actually SEE things, I saw that my computer was an alien device, I thought the sound of minimal techno was a solid object, repeating and locking me here.
I was trapped, and the clock was still ticking.... 'ten minutes are up..... why am I still here....'
Of course I told myself it would indeed wear off. And it did. I relished the trip, most of it was eccentric to the point of scary, but one point where I was trapped was indeed rather unsettling.
So that was that, then came the next one.
This time I decided to load up exactly 30mg into a cleaned pipe. I lay down with a big cushion and crochet blanket, get chilled to the point of meditation, vaporize it, and barely go anywhere. I felt nice, I felt like I was in a semi trance, I observed various photos and things I'd made, laying there and staring around. It was nice, but hardly hyperspace. Fine by me. 20 minutes later i did 40mg. The heat from the flame almost seemed to kiss the spice, slow and gentle, a very faint crisp crackle is heard and vapors are consumed. Hits are held in for a loooong time. I do 3 of these slow long gentle breaths of milky cloud....so soft and serene, I'm in a place pure bliss untill WHAT THE FU-!?!? BLAGH!?!??! WUWEUEWUAHJ!!!!! plikplokplikuoplipkluoklopkliplakleuiplolikp......
I'm on my knees and it's allover the damn place! I can't see it but it's definitely female. 'Now's your chance to CATCH IT!!'. Which I didn't. There where others scurrying around with me, and I could see a woman's legs, I can almost see up her skirt... she's looking down on us losing it, a bunch of kids with far too much sugar/coffee/ADHD/drugs in their systems. The crochet blanket on my face was unfamiliarity in the shape of a web of of ridiculousness. It felt nice to grab it and squeeze something senseless, the act felt senseless, I was senseless, sense was senseless, and I was losing it again.... I got trapped again. I realized the music was once again far too repetitive, like a clock ticking... a clock ticking away in space without time. ( That sounds rather cool... but I used to have nightmares about that, and it's god damned terrifying). So I'm stuck here again, I can't turn the music off, I unplug something from something, I can still hear it. I almost unplug something from a wall. Them the first signs of normality come back. I say.. '40 milligrams did that!?'. The word milligram sounds like an alien language, a powerful word... And then I realize what's really happening.
I'm having my ass kicked by DMT. I thought I was getting to a point where I was becoming one with the molecule, about a years worth of experience had seemed to create a friendship between me and Dimethyltryptamine (yes, I know many of you are FAR more experienced with the spice than I). Well I was wrong about that.
DMT is your friend, but it's sometimes tough love folks. You can't expect to be smooth all the time... wear your sunglasses 'they' will see the fear, not in your eyes, but in the middle of your skull.
But It was good though
Thank you for reading and... 'safe' journeys... ?
Whatever just smoalk it or don't
