Really, whatever was happening with DMT just now, it was beat back by the light.
It went so far as, when I stopped staring into the only window in the room, that I felt the effects overwhelm me.
It was a rather fun struggle, given that I was incredibly depressed when I smoked this. I'm pretty sure it was around 33mg of whitish/yellowish spice.
I just get the impression that spice thrives on avoiding reality. That when you have an influx of sensory information from the body, it makes it harder for it to create it's own. This should likely be an obvious inference, but I felt like sharing anyway.
In the end, I just felt like whatever I was struggling against just kept promising me the one person I love, telling me I was god. I am in a much better mood now, but I definitely don't trust strangers with candy : ) .
It went so far as, when I stopped staring into the only window in the room, that I felt the effects overwhelm me.
It was a rather fun struggle, given that I was incredibly depressed when I smoked this. I'm pretty sure it was around 33mg of whitish/yellowish spice.
I just get the impression that spice thrives on avoiding reality. That when you have an influx of sensory information from the body, it makes it harder for it to create it's own. This should likely be an obvious inference, but I felt like sharing anyway.
In the end, I just felt like whatever I was struggling against just kept promising me the one person I love, telling me I was god. I am in a much better mood now, but I definitely don't trust strangers with candy : ) .
