ipumaestro
catdestined
ipuma has long since been familliar with tryptamines
out of a growing sensation of being called he found it appropriate to unleash the changa for the first time in a year.
timidly i packed just a small small amount on top of some indian warrior
lights out, earplugs in, laying in bed. i gently smoked the lot in one breath through a bubbler
very faint triangles superimposed themself upon everything i felt like there were multile planes in the darkness moving
a feeling of comfort and well being became me and i laid there meditatively
i laid there for what seemed 20 minutes, then got up and did my nightly ritual of brushing teeth and what not, took some melatonin and prepared for another session, more now.
i put about 3-4 times the original amount on and attempted to melt it first (lighter over bowl) then when i saw vapors i began to inhale, the first breath i held in for a count of 15 it wasnt too harsh
the second breath i had to stop toking for fear i might cough it all out, another 15 seconds holding before exhaling, i was beginning to go relatively quickly. i wondered if i should or could take another, then i went for it.
the flame from the third toke was a flash in my transforming visual perception and i got a partial hit in before i thought it was time to retire
carefully logded my bubbler in an upright position, layed back and closed my eyes, but it wouldnt have mattered.
the next thing i knew i was trying to hold onto the thought of clear my mind or to focus on nothing because i was apprehensive about entering the experience, but it seemed impossible. there was this morphing consciousness in front of me and i was hearing secrets of my life, hints and suggestions, terrible truths. i panicked slightly and let it flow over me.
it got stronger
the thing in front of me was turning back and forth and was morphing into new things. it was as if a human like thing was splitting apart like molten plastic and new depths were forming in each new appendage that become the whole. it was covered in a liquid entirely saturated with patterns, shapes, and a foreign yet ancient language. the secrets were still sliding into my senses, it was dividing and redefining itself within a space whose walls/ceiling/border was covered in the same psychedelic fluid.
it felt like forever, i was getting worried it was permanent, i needed to go back to my body to fix my mistakes, i felt like i was leaving it all behind. thought if i was going to return it would be too late. i would surely awake to the worst of circumstances.
the thing in front of me became male, transformed into female, then birthed a child on an appendage that became the focal point and thusly the "whole" which then became something indescribable. all the while the secrets were tantilizing my sanity. everything moved slowly too, even the secrets, the speed of "its" transformations, the movement of the "liquid" patternization (whose patterns were so innumerable they became not but transforming pixels)
i became aware of water trickling, as if it was near it. the secrets were starting to push my concern into panic and i decided it was time to wake up.
i snapped open my eyes to see large simple shapes comprising the dark room before me, the shapes were obviously a mockery of what i was looking at but were all i could decipher, then they went into transformations and moved around all the while in this semi slow fashion. they got larger as if coming towards me then rearranged and deepened away from me, they stacked on each other and shuffled in a way.
i pulled out my earplugs because i was sure i could hear malicious activity but knew somewhere in me there was no way at this very moment my life was actually imploding, its just another 1:30 am and im just another person in bed.
i collapsed in semi relief and weakness to the experience, it started again, less intense than before and more of just my room transforming, i was faintly aware of this creature that i saw on a 3 foot achuma experience in the same place he was then. this thing is some alien insectoid hominid with super psyche powers, and yet it seems to just observe me.
the experience tapers off enough to get up and begin to rectify my life, i snap on the lights and look into the mirror, fully dialated pupils stare back, everything is lagging slightly. i feel this confusion within me and i start to lose my balance, my movement is horribly impaired and i cant even stand without wobbling dangerously. i question if my changa was klling me. i make my way to the bed and sit down, im starting to breath rapidly. i dont know whats going on. this feeling is welling within me, its so intense and i cant describe it, is it a panic attack i asked myself. it built up so much i let out an exasperated wimperish cry to just release it from me. i flipped open the laptop got in the chat and simply said "holy shit" "shaking" "changa". then wondered why i even got in there, were they going to help me understand, should i even be trying to solve this outside of myself, why did i even bother. so i got offline.
after the weird "soul earthquake" subsided, i got up and went about cleaning up my life.
today was a great day and amazing things have happened. i did some yoga with an old school mate and she approached me about dmt, so in return after an evaluation of her intent i deemed her worthy of some changa. she could not have been more appreciative.
i have much more learning to do. changa is a whole new thing to this cactus cat but it is truly awesome
out of a growing sensation of being called he found it appropriate to unleash the changa for the first time in a year.
timidly i packed just a small small amount on top of some indian warrior
lights out, earplugs in, laying in bed. i gently smoked the lot in one breath through a bubbler
very faint triangles superimposed themself upon everything i felt like there were multile planes in the darkness moving
a feeling of comfort and well being became me and i laid there meditatively
i laid there for what seemed 20 minutes, then got up and did my nightly ritual of brushing teeth and what not, took some melatonin and prepared for another session, more now.
i put about 3-4 times the original amount on and attempted to melt it first (lighter over bowl) then when i saw vapors i began to inhale, the first breath i held in for a count of 15 it wasnt too harsh
the second breath i had to stop toking for fear i might cough it all out, another 15 seconds holding before exhaling, i was beginning to go relatively quickly. i wondered if i should or could take another, then i went for it.
the flame from the third toke was a flash in my transforming visual perception and i got a partial hit in before i thought it was time to retire
carefully logded my bubbler in an upright position, layed back and closed my eyes, but it wouldnt have mattered.
the next thing i knew i was trying to hold onto the thought of clear my mind or to focus on nothing because i was apprehensive about entering the experience, but it seemed impossible. there was this morphing consciousness in front of me and i was hearing secrets of my life, hints and suggestions, terrible truths. i panicked slightly and let it flow over me.
it got stronger
the thing in front of me was turning back and forth and was morphing into new things. it was as if a human like thing was splitting apart like molten plastic and new depths were forming in each new appendage that become the whole. it was covered in a liquid entirely saturated with patterns, shapes, and a foreign yet ancient language. the secrets were still sliding into my senses, it was dividing and redefining itself within a space whose walls/ceiling/border was covered in the same psychedelic fluid.
it felt like forever, i was getting worried it was permanent, i needed to go back to my body to fix my mistakes, i felt like i was leaving it all behind. thought if i was going to return it would be too late. i would surely awake to the worst of circumstances.
the thing in front of me became male, transformed into female, then birthed a child on an appendage that became the focal point and thusly the "whole" which then became something indescribable. all the while the secrets were tantilizing my sanity. everything moved slowly too, even the secrets, the speed of "its" transformations, the movement of the "liquid" patternization (whose patterns were so innumerable they became not but transforming pixels)
i became aware of water trickling, as if it was near it. the secrets were starting to push my concern into panic and i decided it was time to wake up.
i snapped open my eyes to see large simple shapes comprising the dark room before me, the shapes were obviously a mockery of what i was looking at but were all i could decipher, then they went into transformations and moved around all the while in this semi slow fashion. they got larger as if coming towards me then rearranged and deepened away from me, they stacked on each other and shuffled in a way.
i pulled out my earplugs because i was sure i could hear malicious activity but knew somewhere in me there was no way at this very moment my life was actually imploding, its just another 1:30 am and im just another person in bed.
i collapsed in semi relief and weakness to the experience, it started again, less intense than before and more of just my room transforming, i was faintly aware of this creature that i saw on a 3 foot achuma experience in the same place he was then. this thing is some alien insectoid hominid with super psyche powers, and yet it seems to just observe me.
the experience tapers off enough to get up and begin to rectify my life, i snap on the lights and look into the mirror, fully dialated pupils stare back, everything is lagging slightly. i feel this confusion within me and i start to lose my balance, my movement is horribly impaired and i cant even stand without wobbling dangerously. i question if my changa was klling me. i make my way to the bed and sit down, im starting to breath rapidly. i dont know whats going on. this feeling is welling within me, its so intense and i cant describe it, is it a panic attack i asked myself. it built up so much i let out an exasperated wimperish cry to just release it from me. i flipped open the laptop got in the chat and simply said "holy shit" "shaking" "changa". then wondered why i even got in there, were they going to help me understand, should i even be trying to solve this outside of myself, why did i even bother. so i got offline.
after the weird "soul earthquake" subsided, i got up and went about cleaning up my life.
today was a great day and amazing things have happened. i did some yoga with an old school mate and she approached me about dmt, so in return after an evaluation of her intent i deemed her worthy of some changa. she could not have been more appreciative.
i have much more learning to do. changa is a whole new thing to this cactus cat but it is truly awesome
What was the time frame of your "second phase" after your toothbrushing etc?
