HungryDirt
Rising Star
I can think of no better way to connect with the members of this forum than by sharing my experiences using this essence we have all grown fond of. I am here for one purpose; one purpose with a duality in intent. I wish to be a sieve, absorbing and digesting the intensity of all of your experiences, and casting mine out like magic glamor in hopes that a handful of you will metabolize my growth in spice.
My first breakthrough with spice was a difficult one; a powerful overdosing that almost rent my conscious mind in two. My second and third breakthroughs were less terrifying than the original, but had an alien loneliness that left me despondent and feeling prostrated toward an empty void. Today, before I sat in front of my bedroom window overlooking a large expanse of wood and water, I played it slow. I damned the ninety-second rule, lowered my dose to thirty milligrams, went comfortably into lotus, and warmed my little contraption slowly. And slower. Slower still as I filled every membrane in my lungs with spice, the taste robbed of it's inherent harshness because of this loving, respectful ritual. The vibration of my body rose. I peaked, then subsided. I nursed the spice, and reloaded. I treated it like the delicate enigma it is, and it rewarded me in triplicate. What follows is a transcript, verbatim, of this experience. I recorded this immediately after leaving the door at the end of the universe, but a gem lies buried in the following transcript, buried beneath the disoriented dyslexic-like grammar and stumbling awe. My wife's name has been changed to keep things anonymous, as they should be.
*the audio is soaked in the befuddlement of my nearly completed trance state*
The emphasis is mine in this afterthought. I was in love; bathed in a shuddering confluence of orgasmic transcendence. In my mind, love was blue. It was a molecular rhythm, holding my wife and I in a stasis that was maintained by the hands of caring masters. I found a new will through the visions of spice; a new understanding more concrete and whole than I ever expected to glean from four minutes of tryptamine induced trance-
DMT is love. We are love. I love you, and you feel the same for me, because I felt the affection of every organism in every realm of the waking and slumbering mind shine down on my consciousness with the force of a nuclear warhead for a few ego shattering seconds.
I am here to absorb your notions, your theories, your commentary, and your postulations. Thank you for reading. Keep traveling, travelers.
hungrydirt
My introductory thread following my first experience can be found here.The Sundering of Everything *Updated with Questions* - First steps in Hyperspace - Welcome to the DMT-Nexus Audio of the above event is available to long-standing members on request.
My first breakthrough with spice was a difficult one; a powerful overdosing that almost rent my conscious mind in two. My second and third breakthroughs were less terrifying than the original, but had an alien loneliness that left me despondent and feeling prostrated toward an empty void. Today, before I sat in front of my bedroom window overlooking a large expanse of wood and water, I played it slow. I damned the ninety-second rule, lowered my dose to thirty milligrams, went comfortably into lotus, and warmed my little contraption slowly. And slower. Slower still as I filled every membrane in my lungs with spice, the taste robbed of it's inherent harshness because of this loving, respectful ritual. The vibration of my body rose. I peaked, then subsided. I nursed the spice, and reloaded. I treated it like the delicate enigma it is, and it rewarded me in triplicate. What follows is a transcript, verbatim, of this experience. I recorded this immediately after leaving the door at the end of the universe, but a gem lies buried in the following transcript, buried beneath the disoriented dyslexic-like grammar and stumbling awe. My wife's name has been changed to keep things anonymous, as they should be.
*the audio is soaked in the befuddlement of my nearly completed trance state*
The emphasis is mine in this afterthought. I was in love; bathed in a shuddering confluence of orgasmic transcendence. In my mind, love was blue. It was a molecular rhythm, holding my wife and I in a stasis that was maintained by the hands of caring masters. I found a new will through the visions of spice; a new understanding more concrete and whole than I ever expected to glean from four minutes of tryptamine induced trance-
DMT is love. We are love. I love you, and you feel the same for me, because I felt the affection of every organism in every realm of the waking and slumbering mind shine down on my consciousness with the force of a nuclear warhead for a few ego shattering seconds.
I am here to absorb your notions, your theories, your commentary, and your postulations. Thank you for reading. Keep traveling, travelers.
hungrydirt
My introductory thread following my first experience can be found here.The Sundering of Everything *Updated with Questions* - First steps in Hyperspace - Welcome to the DMT-Nexus Audio of the above event is available to long-standing members on request.
