Baby Bonnie Hood
Grey jedi
I'm gonna try to keep this short because there really isn't much to tell:
Was set on smoking DMT today. I was alone at the office, looking out the window at the sunset and this feeling came to me: today is a beautiful day and today I want to smoke DMT. It felt right.
Went home, did all the preparations (far more than the first time I smoked - see my signature): Took off all jewelry, glasses, shut off the cellphone, locked door, prepared couch, cleaned my feet (because I have this OCD-thing about dirty feet - it's just uncomfortable) and started some music (relaxing Ambient). Prepared the bong and set down to meditate - which I'm really bad at being a total novice. Okay Bonnie focus on breathing.
My pulse went up and down like a rollercoaster - figurativly. Focusing on my breathing and trying to shut off thoughts (the latter which is really hard) I can easily bring it down - then opening my eyes and looking at the bong raised it back up. Same thing about just thinking about the bong and the dmt crystals. Went up to change the song because it bothered me, came back, meditated some more. I meditated for 25 minutes before I lit up. Now I was finally relaxed.
Took two tiny hits just to warm up the crystals, which melted into their oil-state. I don't know why I didn't take proper - deep - hits: something is just holding back and I don't know what it is. When I finally managed to take one proper hit, I immediatly put the bong down. Didn't get much effects except the tactile sensations and the very start of the DMT-sounds. I didn't take more because everytime I took just a little - my pulse would go up a lot like the body went into overdrive just to process the foreign chemicals.
Tbh I'm disappointed with myself. I've read and heard so much wonderful things about this drug and I feel that I'm never going to get there for the simple reason that I just loathe the onset: It's uncomfortable, unsettling and fast. I don't like it when my heart races and random uncontrollable thoughts appear, like "my tits hurt - OH is that my heart? why is it racing?" and I don't like those sounds (the long tinnitus -like "NNNNnnnngh" and the plastic crumbling). I find it borderline scary and that in itself makes me dislike myself. I'm a weak and cowardly person - no wonder I have an inferiority complex when so much of what could potentially be a good person is totally ruled by fear. There isn't much about me that I like: I'm some kind of evolutionary prototype that's too weird too live, yet too rare to die (thanks Hunter S. Thompson for that brilliant expression).
Note that this isn't a depression rant: I'm not feeling unhappy or sad - certainly not depressed. I've been depressed twice before and this is not it. This is disappointment over... I dunno? Disappointment over the fact that my spirit spawned in a weak body? I guess you could put it that way. I want to fully experience DMT, but right now I wonder if I'll ever even get close to the point where I was the first time I smoked DMT. I doubt it... too much weakness... too much fear...
Was set on smoking DMT today. I was alone at the office, looking out the window at the sunset and this feeling came to me: today is a beautiful day and today I want to smoke DMT. It felt right.
Went home, did all the preparations (far more than the first time I smoked - see my signature): Took off all jewelry, glasses, shut off the cellphone, locked door, prepared couch, cleaned my feet (because I have this OCD-thing about dirty feet - it's just uncomfortable) and started some music (relaxing Ambient). Prepared the bong and set down to meditate - which I'm really bad at being a total novice. Okay Bonnie focus on breathing.
My pulse went up and down like a rollercoaster - figurativly. Focusing on my breathing and trying to shut off thoughts (the latter which is really hard) I can easily bring it down - then opening my eyes and looking at the bong raised it back up. Same thing about just thinking about the bong and the dmt crystals. Went up to change the song because it bothered me, came back, meditated some more. I meditated for 25 minutes before I lit up. Now I was finally relaxed.
Took two tiny hits just to warm up the crystals, which melted into their oil-state. I don't know why I didn't take proper - deep - hits: something is just holding back and I don't know what it is. When I finally managed to take one proper hit, I immediatly put the bong down. Didn't get much effects except the tactile sensations and the very start of the DMT-sounds. I didn't take more because everytime I took just a little - my pulse would go up a lot like the body went into overdrive just to process the foreign chemicals.
Tbh I'm disappointed with myself. I've read and heard so much wonderful things about this drug and I feel that I'm never going to get there for the simple reason that I just loathe the onset: It's uncomfortable, unsettling and fast. I don't like it when my heart races and random uncontrollable thoughts appear, like "my tits hurt - OH is that my heart? why is it racing?" and I don't like those sounds (the long tinnitus -like "NNNNnnnngh" and the plastic crumbling). I find it borderline scary and that in itself makes me dislike myself. I'm a weak and cowardly person - no wonder I have an inferiority complex when so much of what could potentially be a good person is totally ruled by fear. There isn't much about me that I like: I'm some kind of evolutionary prototype that's too weird too live, yet too rare to die (thanks Hunter S. Thompson for that brilliant expression).
Note that this isn't a depression rant: I'm not feeling unhappy or sad - certainly not depressed. I've been depressed twice before and this is not it. This is disappointment over... I dunno? Disappointment over the fact that my spirit spawned in a weak body? I guess you could put it that way. I want to fully experience DMT, but right now I wonder if I'll ever even get close to the point where I was the first time I smoked DMT. I doubt it... too much weakness... too much fear...

