Bonny
Rising Star
Right, so the one day of infused caapi IPA dissolved with 1g spice and 1g of chali...
Tried a joint, no real dice.
Then tried my stuff done in the ether, felt nothing really. May evap the week long infusion over it and see what I get :think:
Anyway, then chucked my contact lenses in and set off to try the IPA changa in a bong with my new bowl and downpipe. Chucked in ~150mg (I figured there was a lot of residue on the evap bowl, and the joint was a no-go, so anywhere between 50-75mg of spice. Though any residues I chucked in with IPA would be added. In essence, god knows.) and let rip.
Just as I did, I felt whatever grit was in my eye get notably worse, and it hurt when I closed my eye. ALOT. Basically, I needed to take them out and wash them, but I was point of no return. Rushing in to hyperspace. I was sat in the sun, enjoying it's heat and looking at a different view (changed seats lol) from usual. Anyway, I couldn't take the pain CEV so I've no idea where that would go, opened them and there was beauty. Everywhere. My garden was transformed, beautifully and disjointed. Everything was this fabled candyland, very charming and benign. Yet it defied 3D thinking, this came at me from all directions, like the impossible stairs picture but this time with planes of dimension. I vividly recall having 8 hands, and turning to look over my shoulder, the garden wrapped over and around. Oh and I possibly glimpsed a figure who darted behind me rapidly. Lending more weight to the pissing off an artist vibe.
Lost touch with reality a bit, and had to talk myself down from panic with 'I've come back before, it WILL end. Enjoy it!', although I couldn't remember anything more specific then that. But my bloody eye was being very rude. Everytime I stabbed at it or squinted, the candyland switched sharply and jaggedly. Like Beethoven being knocked on a record player. I was embaressed and disappointed, and felt like I was upsetting /something/ trying to show me it's fine creation.
Anyway, it took me a good 20 minutes to come out of that, and OEV sorrouned me everywhere as I eventually admitted I had to sort out my eyes (lots of mutterings of 'you see what I put up with?! *point* :lol
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Anyway, it was so lovely there, and I was so disappointed with my eye ruining it, I scurried about and rapidly made another bowl of roughly the same dose. Armed with glasses, I went at it again.
This time, the light hurt my eyes, and I knew I couldn't face the light, and looking away from it gave me nothing but a wall to look at. So I figured I'd sit on the floor in the dark corner, like a gnome. Perhaps not the smartest plan.
Booted my dose (as mentioned, barely 20 mins from original hit, and only just near baseline) and before I'd put the bong down EVERYTHING started flaying away. Like a rythmic pulse, the bushes foliage buggered off and came back. The wall to the right of me started to dissolve in layers. The ground did. Everything was decaying at a ferocious rate, but it would rejuvenate at the same rate. I thought I'd broken the garden :lol:. The details are sketchy, but the same sort of candyland, but more mad. The garden was flying to infinite, and crunching back again. It was all getting rather alarming. Then the carnival in my head started.
'You've pissed yourself'
'Who cares, I'm on my own'
'You'll never go back to normal'
'I will. I don't remember how, but this WILL end!'
'What if your mum walks in on you, with the garden like thislol'
'She'd understand, and she won't be back for ages'.
Constant logic battle with my mind, but I got it in my head that if I just got up and moved to the sunlight, everything would be fine. But initially I was enjoying it, perversely, too much. Morbid curiousity perhaps, but I was rapt.
Eventually I got enough of a head back on me to get up and mooch to the middle of the garden. I was at least 10feet tall, looking down on the garages and such. I was worried what the neighbours would think if they looked up and saw me. But instantly in the light everything regained a pleasant aura. I was still mangled like, but pleasantly. And the garden and time were behaving, not that I had much concept of days/times/things I was meant to be doing and when.
Then, horror of horror. I heard someone come in. Expecting it was my mother who knows I do it (and make it), but I don't particular wish to interact with (and who may have brought dad home with her- remember time was slightly ethereal still) I ran and hid the bong. Realised I was still tripping my fucking balls off at that point, then pop...
...out comes my sister to give me a flying hug. The one I had forgotten was coming down to visit in amongst the DMT trip. Not an unpleasant surprise, but it confused the fook out of me. I simply levelled with her and that was about that. But it took me 20-30 minutes afterwards to start actually being able to string together sentences in my mind.
Absolutely euphoric from when I hit the sunlight though. Fucking pukka day, except for the eye (which is still a bit dodgy).
Make DMT, make mix, make IPA infusion... make changa. Nothing I creat can kill me...!! :karma::mrgreen: (except bombs, poison etc etc :lol
Tried a joint, no real dice.
Then tried my stuff done in the ether, felt nothing really. May evap the week long infusion over it and see what I get :think:
Anyway, then chucked my contact lenses in and set off to try the IPA changa in a bong with my new bowl and downpipe. Chucked in ~150mg (I figured there was a lot of residue on the evap bowl, and the joint was a no-go, so anywhere between 50-75mg of spice. Though any residues I chucked in with IPA would be added. In essence, god knows.) and let rip.
Just as I did, I felt whatever grit was in my eye get notably worse, and it hurt when I closed my eye. ALOT. Basically, I needed to take them out and wash them, but I was point of no return. Rushing in to hyperspace. I was sat in the sun, enjoying it's heat and looking at a different view (changed seats lol) from usual. Anyway, I couldn't take the pain CEV so I've no idea where that would go, opened them and there was beauty. Everywhere. My garden was transformed, beautifully and disjointed. Everything was this fabled candyland, very charming and benign. Yet it defied 3D thinking, this came at me from all directions, like the impossible stairs picture but this time with planes of dimension. I vividly recall having 8 hands, and turning to look over my shoulder, the garden wrapped over and around. Oh and I possibly glimpsed a figure who darted behind me rapidly. Lending more weight to the pissing off an artist vibe.
Lost touch with reality a bit, and had to talk myself down from panic with 'I've come back before, it WILL end. Enjoy it!', although I couldn't remember anything more specific then that. But my bloody eye was being very rude. Everytime I stabbed at it or squinted, the candyland switched sharply and jaggedly. Like Beethoven being knocked on a record player. I was embaressed and disappointed, and felt like I was upsetting /something/ trying to show me it's fine creation.
Anyway, it took me a good 20 minutes to come out of that, and OEV sorrouned me everywhere as I eventually admitted I had to sort out my eyes (lots of mutterings of 'you see what I put up with?! *point* :lol
. Anyway, it was so lovely there, and I was so disappointed with my eye ruining it, I scurried about and rapidly made another bowl of roughly the same dose. Armed with glasses, I went at it again.
This time, the light hurt my eyes, and I knew I couldn't face the light, and looking away from it gave me nothing but a wall to look at. So I figured I'd sit on the floor in the dark corner, like a gnome. Perhaps not the smartest plan.
Booted my dose (as mentioned, barely 20 mins from original hit, and only just near baseline) and before I'd put the bong down EVERYTHING started flaying away. Like a rythmic pulse, the bushes foliage buggered off and came back. The wall to the right of me started to dissolve in layers. The ground did. Everything was decaying at a ferocious rate, but it would rejuvenate at the same rate. I thought I'd broken the garden :lol:. The details are sketchy, but the same sort of candyland, but more mad. The garden was flying to infinite, and crunching back again. It was all getting rather alarming. Then the carnival in my head started.
'You've pissed yourself'
'Who cares, I'm on my own'
'You'll never go back to normal'
'I will. I don't remember how, but this WILL end!'
'What if your mum walks in on you, with the garden like this
lol''She'd understand, and she won't be back for ages'.
Constant logic battle with my mind, but I got it in my head that if I just got up and moved to the sunlight, everything would be fine. But initially I was enjoying it, perversely, too much. Morbid curiousity perhaps, but I was rapt.
Eventually I got enough of a head back on me to get up and mooch to the middle of the garden. I was at least 10feet tall, looking down on the garages and such. I was worried what the neighbours would think if they looked up and saw me. But instantly in the light everything regained a pleasant aura. I was still mangled like, but pleasantly. And the garden and time were behaving, not that I had much concept of days/times/things I was meant to be doing and when.
Then, horror of horror. I heard someone come in. Expecting it was my mother who knows I do it (and make it), but I don't particular wish to interact with (and who may have brought dad home with her- remember time was slightly ethereal still) I ran and hid the bong. Realised I was still tripping my fucking balls off at that point, then pop...
...out comes my sister to give me a flying hug. The one I had forgotten was coming down to visit in amongst the DMT trip. Not an unpleasant surprise, but it confused the fook out of me. I simply levelled with her and that was about that. But it took me 20-30 minutes afterwards to start actually being able to string together sentences in my mind.
Absolutely euphoric from when I hit the sunlight though. Fucking pukka day, except for the eye (which is still a bit dodgy).
Make DMT, make mix, make IPA infusion... make changa. Nothing I creat can kill me...!! :karma::mrgreen: (except bombs, poison etc etc :lol
