MooshyPeaches
Rising Star
So after multiple non breakthrough doses, I started getting fed up with not being able to reach hyperspace. This time I loaded up the pipe with way more than i have ever taken, it was a PILE of dmt in the pipe. Perhaps this is too much, im not sure what 60mg looked like, but im thinking this may have been more. I took in the first hit, actually able to hold it into my lungs and i believe i took about 3-4 other hits before, i suppose decided to lay back and shut my eyes.
-i didn't sign up for this-
I was presented with meeting one pissed off entity composed out of razor sharp 'limbs' it wasted absolutely no time as it proded, stabbed, shredded and dissected my body/mind/soul/consciousness/whatever. each time i would be flinching and flailing about but had no idea what/who i was and couldn't really do anything but stare at it. somehow this thing was razor sharp on every surface area, even a razor blade has its flat side, this entity was something totally different. i can't remember quite what it was doing but it was something along the lines of looking through what i am, taking pieces of me out and putting pieces in; sorting me, regardless it didn't want me to be comfortable and seemed to not really care if i died or not, it was just after its one purpose whatever that may have been. im quite sure that my heart in real life must've been on the verge of a heart attack and i was moving around. After sometime i could realize that on these horrible malformed razor sharp tentacles there were eyes, i began to just stare into them and could realize that mr. deathprober-of-all-hatred was indeed not a friendly being right to the core, ifi see him again, i shall poke him in the eye. This lasted for about 70% of the experience.
-this is what i came for!-
Eventually it just disappeared. I guess it got whatever it wanted. And i was in a darkish room with not much light. I was still in absolute shock of what just happend and whats going on. I than looked infront on me and there were four-six people with jester hats on, or something all on their hands and knees. I started to become somewhat conscious, just realizing that these are other people kind've like me i guess. I was still in horrible shock but began to realize this place was a bit safer, what were these people doing all on their hands and knees? they were all facing away from me and were looking back at me and kept pointing infront of them/myself. I was trying to look at what they were pointing at and didn't understand. I realized as all of them were pointing at this light sort of thing ( jimjam ?) that they wanted me to point at it as well. before i could really understand i felt my self coming back to 'reality' although i didn't really know what that was, i began pointing at this thing and got frustrated i yelled "i don't know what to do!" and than "how do i get it??" i was still in shock from mr.death-prober-of-all-hatred by the time i understood what to do and felt a little playful, time was up. I opened my eyes and had the feeling i was in a incubator and the light on the celing was a mothers face looking down at me with a smile. I also 'woke up' sitting-up and my hand pointing ahead of me, lol. my heart was beating very strongly.
reflections
All in all, including mr.DPOAH it was a very awesome experience, even though negative and almost scarring, i am VERY satisfied that i made it to hyperspace and was able to experience this existence within this lifetime. I am very UNsatisfied that i couldn't just start the experience with those elves and be in a non worried state so i could 'play' with them and actually enjoy that place i was in. For now i think it would be wise for me to wait until my milligram scale comes in so that i can make sure im not taking too much, which perhaps propels you into mr.DPOAH's living room.
about 60mg is what you need for hyperspace right? Thanks for the read guys.
-i didn't sign up for this-
I was presented with meeting one pissed off entity composed out of razor sharp 'limbs' it wasted absolutely no time as it proded, stabbed, shredded and dissected my body/mind/soul/consciousness/whatever. each time i would be flinching and flailing about but had no idea what/who i was and couldn't really do anything but stare at it. somehow this thing was razor sharp on every surface area, even a razor blade has its flat side, this entity was something totally different. i can't remember quite what it was doing but it was something along the lines of looking through what i am, taking pieces of me out and putting pieces in; sorting me, regardless it didn't want me to be comfortable and seemed to not really care if i died or not, it was just after its one purpose whatever that may have been. im quite sure that my heart in real life must've been on the verge of a heart attack and i was moving around. After sometime i could realize that on these horrible malformed razor sharp tentacles there were eyes, i began to just stare into them and could realize that mr. deathprober-of-all-hatred was indeed not a friendly being right to the core, ifi see him again, i shall poke him in the eye. This lasted for about 70% of the experience.
-this is what i came for!-
Eventually it just disappeared. I guess it got whatever it wanted. And i was in a darkish room with not much light. I was still in absolute shock of what just happend and whats going on. I than looked infront on me and there were four-six people with jester hats on, or something all on their hands and knees. I started to become somewhat conscious, just realizing that these are other people kind've like me i guess. I was still in horrible shock but began to realize this place was a bit safer, what were these people doing all on their hands and knees? they were all facing away from me and were looking back at me and kept pointing infront of them/myself. I was trying to look at what they were pointing at and didn't understand. I realized as all of them were pointing at this light sort of thing ( jimjam ?) that they wanted me to point at it as well. before i could really understand i felt my self coming back to 'reality' although i didn't really know what that was, i began pointing at this thing and got frustrated i yelled "i don't know what to do!" and than "how do i get it??" i was still in shock from mr.death-prober-of-all-hatred by the time i understood what to do and felt a little playful, time was up. I opened my eyes and had the feeling i was in a incubator and the light on the celing was a mothers face looking down at me with a smile. I also 'woke up' sitting-up and my hand pointing ahead of me, lol. my heart was beating very strongly.
reflections
All in all, including mr.DPOAH it was a very awesome experience, even though negative and almost scarring, i am VERY satisfied that i made it to hyperspace and was able to experience this existence within this lifetime. I am very UNsatisfied that i couldn't just start the experience with those elves and be in a non worried state so i could 'play' with them and actually enjoy that place i was in. For now i think it would be wise for me to wait until my milligram scale comes in so that i can make sure im not taking too much, which perhaps propels you into mr.DPOAH's living room.
about 60mg is what you need for hyperspace right? Thanks for the read guys.