I write up almost every worthwhile trip. I forgot to share this (this is a copy and paste from my log)
30/10/10 Falling through myself, Never alone.
After a new extraction, my leftover yellow paste DMT (still not fully solidified) was set into the bong. I had a small amount. Being very gentle with the flame. The trip was soft with mild visuals, just a few patterns and suchlike. My friend had some and after he had finished a few tokes I could see there was some left in the bong, so I finished it off. What resulted was incredible.
It turns out that I was not actually inhaling all that much spice the first time (nor was my friend), and the remaining liquids were being drawn down towards the bottom of the bowl. This time I was not gentle and vaped up a hell of a lot of very concentrated DMT mix. First I saw distortion, then I saw myself raise my arms. My right arm dropped to the side of the couch, yet my OTHER (?) right arm was still in the air. Now I possessed a body outside of my own. Before long I was inside frameworks of light, eyes completely open (as I was later told) but oblivious to this realm. Reality shifted in and out, but mostly out. Far out. What happened in my experience I can hardly say, except when I came back to myself I was on the floor. I do know that I had been falling through myself many times over. I think I had been laughing, But many times I have made noises and movements which, I'm told, never even happened at all. My room was a cartoon of itself, everything so perfectly aligned and clean, all colours so bold. So flat, perfect, not a blemish. My ability to even speak about the experience was limited, as I had lost my language, each word was a vague recollection. I could only laugh.
I later thought: Who is thinking this? Who is behind my mind? Me? Then who the hell is he?
Later when I was 'alone' (I'll explain the quotations) I finished off that bowl. This resulted in complete dislocation from reality once again. First the sheet At my window I use to block out any light became a multicoloured smiley face in my periphery vision. The light danced, the blankets became polygonal. I was in a world of light beam frameworks again, but there was me in one cube of the net, and unlimited amounts of other people or things in all the other cubes. I was hugging my knees in this box. I may have been thinking 'let them get on with whatever they are doing', I was alone, but not alone, surrounded by activity yet keeping to myself. I had once again lost my language and my self, yet somehow aware of my existence. Wacky things (which have now escaped my memory net), where all about me, and I was gesturing as if to say 'whatever, yes, of course'. I recall I may have been making stupid faces at the world around me, and it made stupid faces back. Bizarre noise, chaotic movement. It's the only way to relate to it sometimes. Pull silly faces, or make a silly noise, imagine ones face is distorted and stretching of into infinity. Perhaps there's a million of me doing this. Bluuuuerrrrrrrrrzzzzztttttt yeah yeah yeah hahahaha what the fuck ahhh fuck it psssht eh sssSSSSSssssssswwwTTTT!!!!
I came back, in part, for a brief moment. I could see odd flesh coloured digits.
What the hell are they? What is this in my.... what is 'my'.... what the? Drop this thing which did something to the other thing....'drop' ? What.... ….put it over there.... how long have (I) been like this, holding the.... staring at the.....
(Those are your toes! That's a bong! The lighter, drop it, observe if it makes sense, yes, that works out, gravity, it dropped. Good check. Put the bong on the bedside table!)
I somehow managed to set the bong aside (the whole time, staring at it!). I was taken to the other world again, only this time it was meshed with my own. I saw odd bands of colour, an improbable cliff by a red sea. The red fluid swam. Then I realised the fluid was clear, and the red is below it. What are these bands? What are these walls around the scene? What is this warmth?
(Your legs! Those bands are the pattern of the boxer shorts at your crotch! The red is the colour of the bed sheet! That warmth is.... that fluid....... you haven't..... have you? You better not have done THAT!)
OH DEAR! No way! Have I pissed myself!? What the!?
Luckily it was dry, there was no fluid, the illusion failed, my crotch became less interesting and my legs became my legs again, not walls. My bedsheets became a solid colour again.
I stared at the light for about 5 minutes after this, watching the patterns dance on the lampshade as the dream world left me.
Once final attempt to finish off the bowl yielded only some visuals distortions, but I could have sworn dark fluid was leaking from underneath my bed and across my floor, then crystallizing. As it happens I had spilled paint at some point when doing my walls and not noticed when I moved the furniture back.
Earlier I mentioned I was alone, in quotations. My experience made me realise one is never alone. Not in this realm nor any, as long as there is a universe, as long as you can perceive it. There are possibly an infinite number of incarnations of the self. These exist inside ones mind, in the mind of others, in ones form, in past present and future. As long as I kept myself to myself in that room of empty space, framed in light beams, I knew that there were others. Countless others. In all forms, all directions, doing all manner of things. Some of them even fantasised they might be alone. Perhaps some of them were another me? If we are all part of the universe, being alone is nonsense.
Nonsense?
Nonsense.... you cannot see sense? Therefore you call it nonsense? How silly! It's called an enigma.
30/10/10 Falling through myself, Never alone.
After a new extraction, my leftover yellow paste DMT (still not fully solidified) was set into the bong. I had a small amount. Being very gentle with the flame. The trip was soft with mild visuals, just a few patterns and suchlike. My friend had some and after he had finished a few tokes I could see there was some left in the bong, so I finished it off. What resulted was incredible.
It turns out that I was not actually inhaling all that much spice the first time (nor was my friend), and the remaining liquids were being drawn down towards the bottom of the bowl. This time I was not gentle and vaped up a hell of a lot of very concentrated DMT mix. First I saw distortion, then I saw myself raise my arms. My right arm dropped to the side of the couch, yet my OTHER (?) right arm was still in the air. Now I possessed a body outside of my own. Before long I was inside frameworks of light, eyes completely open (as I was later told) but oblivious to this realm. Reality shifted in and out, but mostly out. Far out. What happened in my experience I can hardly say, except when I came back to myself I was on the floor. I do know that I had been falling through myself many times over. I think I had been laughing, But many times I have made noises and movements which, I'm told, never even happened at all. My room was a cartoon of itself, everything so perfectly aligned and clean, all colours so bold. So flat, perfect, not a blemish. My ability to even speak about the experience was limited, as I had lost my language, each word was a vague recollection. I could only laugh.
I later thought: Who is thinking this? Who is behind my mind? Me? Then who the hell is he?
Later when I was 'alone' (I'll explain the quotations) I finished off that bowl. This resulted in complete dislocation from reality once again. First the sheet At my window I use to block out any light became a multicoloured smiley face in my periphery vision. The light danced, the blankets became polygonal. I was in a world of light beam frameworks again, but there was me in one cube of the net, and unlimited amounts of other people or things in all the other cubes. I was hugging my knees in this box. I may have been thinking 'let them get on with whatever they are doing', I was alone, but not alone, surrounded by activity yet keeping to myself. I had once again lost my language and my self, yet somehow aware of my existence. Wacky things (which have now escaped my memory net), where all about me, and I was gesturing as if to say 'whatever, yes, of course'. I recall I may have been making stupid faces at the world around me, and it made stupid faces back. Bizarre noise, chaotic movement. It's the only way to relate to it sometimes. Pull silly faces, or make a silly noise, imagine ones face is distorted and stretching of into infinity. Perhaps there's a million of me doing this. Bluuuuerrrrrrrrrzzzzztttttt yeah yeah yeah hahahaha what the fuck ahhh fuck it psssht eh sssSSSSSssssssswwwTTTT!!!!
I came back, in part, for a brief moment. I could see odd flesh coloured digits.
What the hell are they? What is this in my.... what is 'my'.... what the? Drop this thing which did something to the other thing....'drop' ? What.... ….put it over there.... how long have (I) been like this, holding the.... staring at the.....
(Those are your toes! That's a bong! The lighter, drop it, observe if it makes sense, yes, that works out, gravity, it dropped. Good check. Put the bong on the bedside table!)
I somehow managed to set the bong aside (the whole time, staring at it!). I was taken to the other world again, only this time it was meshed with my own. I saw odd bands of colour, an improbable cliff by a red sea. The red fluid swam. Then I realised the fluid was clear, and the red is below it. What are these bands? What are these walls around the scene? What is this warmth?
(Your legs! Those bands are the pattern of the boxer shorts at your crotch! The red is the colour of the bed sheet! That warmth is.... that fluid....... you haven't..... have you? You better not have done THAT!)
OH DEAR! No way! Have I pissed myself!? What the!?
Luckily it was dry, there was no fluid, the illusion failed, my crotch became less interesting and my legs became my legs again, not walls. My bedsheets became a solid colour again.
I stared at the light for about 5 minutes after this, watching the patterns dance on the lampshade as the dream world left me.
Once final attempt to finish off the bowl yielded only some visuals distortions, but I could have sworn dark fluid was leaking from underneath my bed and across my floor, then crystallizing. As it happens I had spilled paint at some point when doing my walls and not noticed when I moved the furniture back.
Earlier I mentioned I was alone, in quotations. My experience made me realise one is never alone. Not in this realm nor any, as long as there is a universe, as long as you can perceive it. There are possibly an infinite number of incarnations of the self. These exist inside ones mind, in the mind of others, in ones form, in past present and future. As long as I kept myself to myself in that room of empty space, framed in light beams, I knew that there were others. Countless others. In all forms, all directions, doing all manner of things. Some of them even fantasised they might be alone. Perhaps some of them were another me? If we are all part of the universe, being alone is nonsense.
Nonsense?
Nonsense.... you cannot see sense? Therefore you call it nonsense? How silly! It's called an enigma.
had to double check just to be sure