kryptonking
Rising Star
I am never to great at introductions, so here goes nothing. I am a 21 year old male from America's hat. I consider myself to be very experienced in both the real world and other realms. Since 16, my attitudes on mind altering substances has changed from curiosity to a respect and understanding of them. I have tried a plethora of drugs, but I am mores o interested in psychedelics. I do not wish to participate in a circle jerk and list each and every substance that I have tried as that would have little to no meaning. However, I will relate my tale of the only time I have truly broken through on DMT.
It was a warmer winters day, so my brother and a friend of ours ventured into the bush. Their game was to shot a few rounds on target practice, mine was to break through. I'll take a break here and say that no rounds where shot while I was in hyperspace, and no they did not participate, but instead trip sitted me. I loaded 60 mg into a bond using the sandwich method with some weed. I had a ton of butterflies in my stomach at this point. I take the first hit, the world around me begins to buzz. I hold it for 10 seconds before I quickly go in for the second hit. At this point my world is starting to get slightly psychedelic, and the butterflies in my stomach are now attempting to leave my body in anyway they can. I am runing out of time. I go in for the third and final hit, and barely manage to get it in. I hear a very loud buzzing sound, and I lay down into a confusing realm of darkness, that is somehow filled with patterns and colour. My eyes closed, I see before me something that looks like my homes kitchen, but isn't quite it. I am looking down onto the scene from a corner in the room. I see my mother scolding someone that looks vaguely like me about drug use. This scene quickly moves on to the next, but I fail to remember the premise of this scene, apart from it being futuristic.
The reason this trip was so important to me is that it made me realize that its stupid to think that I can simply hide my drug use from my parents if I am living with them. (I was 18 at the time). At that point I vowed to keep clean in order to prevent them from ever finding out.
The reason I have come to this forum is because since moving out, I have grown a keen interest in attempting to try DMT again. I have finished reading DMT: The Spirit Molecule, and would like to attempt venturing into other realms again. I am mostly interested in learning how to craft Changa, and possibly attempt a pharmahusca mixture.
When it comes to all other things drugs, I am very well versed in the facts and how the effect the human body. I am far from being an expert on the matter, but I do know enough to know how to keep myself safe, and make the call when I feel like somebody else is doing unsafe things with such substances.
Thank you for your time in reading this.
It was a warmer winters day, so my brother and a friend of ours ventured into the bush. Their game was to shot a few rounds on target practice, mine was to break through. I'll take a break here and say that no rounds where shot while I was in hyperspace, and no they did not participate, but instead trip sitted me. I loaded 60 mg into a bond using the sandwich method with some weed. I had a ton of butterflies in my stomach at this point. I take the first hit, the world around me begins to buzz. I hold it for 10 seconds before I quickly go in for the second hit. At this point my world is starting to get slightly psychedelic, and the butterflies in my stomach are now attempting to leave my body in anyway they can. I am runing out of time. I go in for the third and final hit, and barely manage to get it in. I hear a very loud buzzing sound, and I lay down into a confusing realm of darkness, that is somehow filled with patterns and colour. My eyes closed, I see before me something that looks like my homes kitchen, but isn't quite it. I am looking down onto the scene from a corner in the room. I see my mother scolding someone that looks vaguely like me about drug use. This scene quickly moves on to the next, but I fail to remember the premise of this scene, apart from it being futuristic.
The reason this trip was so important to me is that it made me realize that its stupid to think that I can simply hide my drug use from my parents if I am living with them. (I was 18 at the time). At that point I vowed to keep clean in order to prevent them from ever finding out.
The reason I have come to this forum is because since moving out, I have grown a keen interest in attempting to try DMT again. I have finished reading DMT: The Spirit Molecule, and would like to attempt venturing into other realms again. I am mostly interested in learning how to craft Changa, and possibly attempt a pharmahusca mixture.
When it comes to all other things drugs, I am very well versed in the facts and how the effect the human body. I am far from being an expert on the matter, but I do know enough to know how to keep myself safe, and make the call when I feel like somebody else is doing unsafe things with such substances.
Thank you for your time in reading this.
