naepius
Rising Star
From back in 2011 all the way up until ten years later, I always thought a DMT trip would never turn out mostly mundane and specifically told tree mama so. Tree mama's a person, one who I've introduced to DMT, and so are the trees though they as yet care not for partaking. Please forgive me, for at times when I write with a confusing poetic ease.
From 2011 through to 2017 I smoalked A LOT at times - one could say I can be quite obsessive when it comes to breath-taking experiences, realizations, and states of being. I dabbled with crude freebase-dissolved-in-acidic brew pharmahuacsa to smoalk moar at the peak to reach deeper levels of breakthroughs on a couple of occasions in this time.
Then 2021 rolled around, and I'd become ingrained with a dissuasion from smoalking more on account of a collapsed lung. Not blaming the DMT use, just self-conscious enough to know a personal limitation when there ought be seen a reasonable one. My psychedelic-friendly friends managed to invite me camping in a way that got me to attend, and the enormously positive experience I had finally tripping around others and finally in the middle of an unfamiliar forest (with a similar crude pharmahuasca ROA) led me finally into the FASA salting realm.
Every other weekend, on average, I then hiked different areas with or without others on single or multiple dosages between 72 to 288mg of fumarate for about seventeen months straight until a day hit me when it, for all intents and purposes, lost nearly all its magic.
Lately, I dose between 150 to 225 of fumarate with a tried and true amount and timing of extracted rue and the open eye visuals are nearly completely absent, the onset is offset by 45 minutes to 2 hours later as usual, the peak comes and goes in almost a moment, and by and large the afterglow is meh.
Maybe it's knowing the wasted potential of the bag of yopo I've left on a back burner for too long. Maybe it's knowing for me that LSD+DMT is recipe for fine eye candy and Psilocin+DMT is recipe for time and recollection dilating. What could bufotenine as part of three make as a recipe? Maybe something unexpected, something as yet not seen?
Maybe you've been where I've yet to be and maybe we might sit and have a virtual tea.
From 2011 through to 2017 I smoalked A LOT at times - one could say I can be quite obsessive when it comes to breath-taking experiences, realizations, and states of being. I dabbled with crude freebase-dissolved-in-acidic brew pharmahuacsa to smoalk moar at the peak to reach deeper levels of breakthroughs on a couple of occasions in this time.
Then 2021 rolled around, and I'd become ingrained with a dissuasion from smoalking more on account of a collapsed lung. Not blaming the DMT use, just self-conscious enough to know a personal limitation when there ought be seen a reasonable one. My psychedelic-friendly friends managed to invite me camping in a way that got me to attend, and the enormously positive experience I had finally tripping around others and finally in the middle of an unfamiliar forest (with a similar crude pharmahuasca ROA) led me finally into the FASA salting realm.
Every other weekend, on average, I then hiked different areas with or without others on single or multiple dosages between 72 to 288mg of fumarate for about seventeen months straight until a day hit me when it, for all intents and purposes, lost nearly all its magic.
Lately, I dose between 150 to 225 of fumarate with a tried and true amount and timing of extracted rue and the open eye visuals are nearly completely absent, the onset is offset by 45 minutes to 2 hours later as usual, the peak comes and goes in almost a moment, and by and large the afterglow is meh.
Maybe it's knowing the wasted potential of the bag of yopo I've left on a back burner for too long. Maybe it's knowing for me that LSD+DMT is recipe for fine eye candy and Psilocin+DMT is recipe for time and recollection dilating. What could bufotenine as part of three make as a recipe? Maybe something unexpected, something as yet not seen?
Maybe you've been where I've yet to be and maybe we might sit and have a virtual tea.
