JasperRain
Rising Star
Hi guys, I'm finally posting again after what feels to be too long of a break.
So, where to begin? On monday, October 4th, I finally took another journey. The absence of DMT in my life wasn't something that I particularly planned on, but was inevitable due to school. Everyone else on campus had gone home for fall break so I thought this would be a perfect time to go hiking. Before I left I managed to remember my small vial of DMT that I had saved from my summer extractions (this was kept in a plastic vial with a semi-loose lid). After hiking for a few hours I felt very at peace with myself and very connected to nature; I still didn't know if I was ready to journey. I've been feeling the "call" lately, but was unsure if this was something greater telling me that I should partake in spice, or if it was a subconscious yearning on my part. Perhaps those are one and the same? Either way, I ended up loading up approximately 50mg of spice and blasting off. I cleared it in two hits and laid upon the forest floor gazing up at the leaves which now seemed to be taking on extra dimensions. I then closed my eyes and let the visuals begin. I was slightly disappointed at first because of how mellow the experience was. Throughout the experience (which most likely lasted 3-4 minutes) all I saw was one very vague visual that looked like an orangutan head that constantly shifted colors. I then remembered one of DMT's most important lessons--you might not get what you want, but you will get what you need. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea; the idea of disappointment only lasted a flicker of an instant and was calmed by the deeper lesson. Upon re-awakening I felt connected to life and basked in a moderate afterglow.
Here's part two of the story.
The next day a group of my friends invited me to go to the nature trail and smoke a bowl. Now that I'm back in school I smoke weed quite a bit because of its constant availability; this is important because it means I have a high tolerance. Upon getting to the center of the trail we sit down on the benches by the pond and toke up. I only get 3 hits. This would normally be enough to have me feeling very buzzed and mellow, but not technically "high." Instead, I was incredibly high. A different level of high. My brain was going from idea to idea as if I had done shrooms or mesc. Once I got back to my dorm room I basically fell on the floor and started holding my head because my brain hurt--it felt as if electricity was coursing through it. There is only so much weed can do for you, but this wasn't like a weed high at all, it was like I was having a spice journey without the visuals. I felt like I was thinking in extra dimensions without being able to see anything, or really cope with it. This lasted for about an hour before I just completely passed out on the floor. The only thing I said to anyone during this experience was "I'm going insane!!" as I was holding my head walking back to the dorm. (side note.it had been around 23-24 hours between the two experiences...my friends were mildly high, but nothing extraordinary)
I'm leaving this experience up to interpretation. Perhaps this was just insanely dank weed? Perhaps it was laced? Perhaps the DMT had something to do with it? I honestly don't know. All that I do know is that I was thinking about 2 separate things at the same time. That seems impossible, silly even, but it happened. I can't do that normally, hell I can barely think about one thing normally, but on monday I literally had two different movie plots going on in my head simultaneously and my brain felt like energy was slowly flowing over it. If anyone can explain this, I'm completely open to ideas.
By the way...it feels really good to be back.
So, where to begin? On monday, October 4th, I finally took another journey. The absence of DMT in my life wasn't something that I particularly planned on, but was inevitable due to school. Everyone else on campus had gone home for fall break so I thought this would be a perfect time to go hiking. Before I left I managed to remember my small vial of DMT that I had saved from my summer extractions (this was kept in a plastic vial with a semi-loose lid). After hiking for a few hours I felt very at peace with myself and very connected to nature; I still didn't know if I was ready to journey. I've been feeling the "call" lately, but was unsure if this was something greater telling me that I should partake in spice, or if it was a subconscious yearning on my part. Perhaps those are one and the same? Either way, I ended up loading up approximately 50mg of spice and blasting off. I cleared it in two hits and laid upon the forest floor gazing up at the leaves which now seemed to be taking on extra dimensions. I then closed my eyes and let the visuals begin. I was slightly disappointed at first because of how mellow the experience was. Throughout the experience (which most likely lasted 3-4 minutes) all I saw was one very vague visual that looked like an orangutan head that constantly shifted colors. I then remembered one of DMT's most important lessons--you might not get what you want, but you will get what you need. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea; the idea of disappointment only lasted a flicker of an instant and was calmed by the deeper lesson. Upon re-awakening I felt connected to life and basked in a moderate afterglow.
Here's part two of the story.
The next day a group of my friends invited me to go to the nature trail and smoke a bowl. Now that I'm back in school I smoke weed quite a bit because of its constant availability; this is important because it means I have a high tolerance. Upon getting to the center of the trail we sit down on the benches by the pond and toke up. I only get 3 hits. This would normally be enough to have me feeling very buzzed and mellow, but not technically "high." Instead, I was incredibly high. A different level of high. My brain was going from idea to idea as if I had done shrooms or mesc. Once I got back to my dorm room I basically fell on the floor and started holding my head because my brain hurt--it felt as if electricity was coursing through it. There is only so much weed can do for you, but this wasn't like a weed high at all, it was like I was having a spice journey without the visuals. I felt like I was thinking in extra dimensions without being able to see anything, or really cope with it. This lasted for about an hour before I just completely passed out on the floor. The only thing I said to anyone during this experience was "I'm going insane!!" as I was holding my head walking back to the dorm. (side note.it had been around 23-24 hours between the two experiences...my friends were mildly high, but nothing extraordinary)
I'm leaving this experience up to interpretation. Perhaps this was just insanely dank weed? Perhaps it was laced? Perhaps the DMT had something to do with it? I honestly don't know. All that I do know is that I was thinking about 2 separate things at the same time. That seems impossible, silly even, but it happened. I can't do that normally, hell I can barely think about one thing normally, but on monday I literally had two different movie plots going on in my head simultaneously and my brain felt like energy was slowly flowing over it. If anyone can explain this, I'm completely open to ideas.
By the way...it feels really good to be back.