Continuing reports (still newb)

[DK_one]

I bought a balloon system, unfortunately the results were very disappointing. Despite 250°C, it didn't vaporize properly...


only a fraction of the approximately 36mg ended up in the balloon. It's a cheap model, so it was a crazy idea. It's probably great for weed, but I stopped smoking that years ago. Anyway, I ended up in some kind of neon tube, and from the side, it looked like it realized I might be arriving. When it became clear that it wasn't going to happen, I got the impression that there was some surprise at the other end. Still, very interesting.


Zero message, zero words entered my head, which is usually an absolute primary factor when I'm there. I normally get almost pages of input, the usual neon wall that I can't yet properly assess or define, was briefly assembling itself in the distance and then disintegrated backwards... then it went backwards out of the tunnel. I'll probably stick with my Youcan Orbit Pen in the future. I have to mention this great device for the price!

 

[DK_one]

Okay, oil pipe 37 loaded.

A few "Qi Gong" breaths beforehand.

The smoke was different, harsh, a drop remained.

So the orbit definitely has its advantages.

But boom, first message in my hands, full of power.

I wasn't sure if the timing for the third hit would work, so I just left it...

Same material, completely different use of the equipment, I have to say.

As I was getting going, I noticed how tensions, blockages, I don't know what else, somehow straightened out, if you will.

"Don't worry, we're at work, we always are, everywhere."

I took over my body mindfully, and later, when I came back, it was as if it were brand new, totally crazy.


``` Everything was so meticulously designed this time to focus on these effects.

Visually, everything revolved around me this time... I sat next to my 5G router, and honestly, that thing must be having some kind of negative influence... Everything was so confusing and difficult, more so than it's been in a long time...

Nevertheless, a brief message permeated everything, everywhere, and I felt strangely long on my way back, looking out of my body, yes, but waiting for the rest of me to return.

Call it soul, energy body, whatever, anyway, I sensed it would take a while.

Meanwhile, everything was somehow covered in watermarks, in the form of the neon wall I usually refer to...

That's all for now; I still need to sort out the rest, but it was as if this time the visuals were for entertainment and distraction because too many "knots" had been removed from my soul. Sorry, but I don't have any other vocabulary that fits better.

 

[DK_one]

Btw I 2 times had it now that the distraction and confusion was a problem, both times I sat next to my 5g router every other trip was straight forward not hard to sort even while happening.
The other trips I sat at my meditation corner in an other room.

Any similar xp anyone

 

[DK_one]

40mg Chacruna Base

Oil Pipe

Since the pipe is new, I still need to practice using it. Anyway, I wanted to take a second puff because there was still something in the pipe, but the soot made me wonder if it was really there.

I brought the pipe to my mouth, and everything started to shift. I could barely manage to put the pipe down. Then, completely unnecessarily, something burned on the tip of my tongue, and it seemed like I was being yelled at in anger, "Are you kidding me? You come in here and you're thinking about your tongue!" Fuck! It always messes me up—so much inconsistency while smoking that even with meditation beforehand to try and collect myself, I lose myself in the smoking and all the fiddling around...

Anyway, this journey happened almost without much verbal input into my head, which is usually the primary factor. Nevertheless, it was like a sea of whispers was happening in the background and all around me, but somehow nothing that concerned me, and I couldn't find the words.


``` From left and right, a stage formed from familiar neon glyphs on a white background.

Once it had formed, a split screen of black and white appeared, interlocking with pointed, drawn stars. The image remained still, evoking the feeling of a circus ring. Suddenly, from the white arm, world events exploded: thousands of symbols—Donald Trump's head, a fist, a pyramid—the circus of the world, indeed—meaningless left and right, so confusing that no one could understand what it all meant.

Yet somehow fascinating.

Unfortunately, I don't yet know what to do with the scene.

Then the split screen returned, and a "fuck you" with a middle finger shot out from the white arm. A bit of fun, right?

What followed was a kind of explanation for why nothing moved, or rather, why the split screen was the explanation. How should I put it? It somehow symbolized the inevitable connection between our dimension and at least one, or more, other dimensions.

Control over my body was completely out of my hands, and yet it held my hand in front of my eyes, allowing me to see halfway through one eye.

One eye saw the stage, intensely and unmistakably illuminated by graphics, while the other saw the wall in front of which I sat.

Do you understand? Always right here, right now. Time is an illusion!

Then it prepared me for everything to disappear... slowly, in bursts.

Strange and trapped in a body, I sat there more perplexed than ever before. It took a while until I saw dancing figures, like wind, moving across my wall, like shadows meant to underscore the journey and its message.

This dance continued until I understood and the memory was seared into my memory.

Nevertheless, it feels as if a significant part of the journey completely passed me by at the beginning.

No confusion, just no idea how to put it into words. So, there's nothing for it but to start with what's above.

First, I sat by the window, gathering my thoughts in the sun before writing. I'm allergic, and a bee landed in front of me, rubbed my legs, and I stared into its eye. I'm sure it saw me looking into its eye!

The bee was so sharply defined, every hair beautiful. I was amazed and paralyzed by this tiny, perfect, and beautiful little creature!

And buzz buzz, it flew away.

As if in a new body with new eyes, I then started writing this.

I'm already sad that in a few days the world will steal this fascination and this reset from me. It's always like this, isn't it...?

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[Pandora]

Great report and hey at least you learned what does not work.

 

[DK_one]

What you mean exactly by not work? The Ballon system i guess

maybe wasn't good idea doing an ongoing thread?
Thought it is better then doing a new one each few weeks....

But, thanks anyway! Somehow it feels like I can grab a little more every time I go in. But still sometimes I have some sphere like this DMT Art fine lined blue purple space like stuff
Most time it is this hyper glowing white wall with neon glyphs talking to me in thelepatic manner.

It is so off what I read on other ppls reports, but it definitely is what I get.

 

[DK_one]

Ok today I guess I should stop caring to much for worldy events when I want to go this road further.

What quietly is a hard one for me, cuz I always was interested in politics and specially Prohibition as reason to stand up against no matter what!