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Comets

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I wanted to start this essay out with info about me, the only psychedelic experiences I have had are from vaporized DMT, and Cannabis. I have read many articles and books on philosophy, quantum mechanics/physics, and neurological behaviors of the brain on psycho-active compounds.

‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Being a well informed person on subjects that tend to appear very commonly in the DMT Nexus Forum, I hope I can bring good help to the users who need/want it. Asking questions should always be allowed, and if you help me out with a project, I will certainly do my best to help you in return.
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Since I wanted to write about psychedelics and experiences, I will put a paragraph for writing about those matters here. On the 3 strange occasions where I had smoked DMT, I always felt nervous. Not so much in a negative way, but in a way that if I go through with it I will be glad I did. I knew that what I was about to inhale could potentially change my life and the half developed perspective of the world that I was trying to alter. On the first attempt to make room in my brain for some raw experience I could only recall a portal opening in-front of me, eyes imprinted in my walls, and flower prints on my floor. Closing my eyes I could see what looked like a purple geometric version of my desk chair, but it was very odd and overwhelming. The second trial I had been at a different house, a slight change. It was good that I was comfortable at the home I shortly inhabited. After inhaling the very harsh and strong tasting smoke I could see a pink and green outline start to go around the door in front of me, looking back at my friends, their eyes and shade of skin made them out to look like frogs. Going to the experience re-calls of Cannabis, I had only viewed a few as-well. Listing some shortly here, I had closed my eyes, seen very bold and fatigued letters form behind my eye-lids, and a color that surrounded that. Being extremely stoned, looking at certain pieces of furniture in my room, visually and consciously I observed that the furniture I was looking at was only a fabric of the universe. It seemed to be artificial and looked as only material.
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏I strive to learn, and help others in ways that benefit more than one person. Gaining these raw experiences to write about, and learn from is a blessing that I hope can take me to the furthest corners of the interesting life given to me.

‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Thank you for reading,
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Comets
 
Comets said:
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏I wanted to start this essay out with info about me, the only psychedelic experiences I have had are from vaporized DMT, and Cannabis. I have read many articles and books on philosophy, quantum mechanics/physics, and neurological behaviors of the brain on psycho-active compounds.

‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Being a well informed person on subjects that tend to appear very commonly in the DMT Nexus Forum, I hope I can bring good help to the users who need/want it. Asking questions should always be allowed, and if you help me out with a project, I will certainly do my best to help you in return.
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Since I wanted to write about psychedelics and experiences, I will put a paragraph for writing about those matters here. On the 3 strange occasions where I had smoked DMT, I always felt nervous. Not so much in a negative way, but in a way that if I go through with it I will be glad I did. I knew that what I was about to inhale could potentially change my life and the half developed perspective of the world that I was trying to alter. On the first attempt to make room in my brain for some raw experience I could only recall a portal opening in-front of me, eyes imprinted in my walls, and flower prints on my floor. Closing my eyes I could see what looked like a purple geometric version of my desk chair, but it was very odd and overwhelming. The second trial I had been at a different house, a slight change. It was good that I was comfortable at the home I shortly inhabited. After inhaling the very harsh and strong tasting smoke I could see a pink and green outline start to go around the door in front of me, looking back at my friends, their eyes and shade of skin made them out to look like frogs. Going to the experience re-calls of Cannabis, I had only viewed a few as-well. Listing some shortly here, I had closed my eyes, seen very bold and fatigued letters form behind my eye-lids, and a color that surrounded that. Being extremely stoned, looking at certain pieces of furniture in my room, visually and consciously I observed that the furniture I was looking at was only a fabric of the universe. It seemed to be artificial and looked as only material.
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏I strive to learn, and help others in ways that benefit more than one person. Gaining these raw experiences to write about, and learn from is a blessing that I hope can take me to the furthest corners of the interesting life given to me.

‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Thank you for reading,
‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏‏ ‏Comets

Hey and welcome to the nexus, I hope you enjoy your time here, there's lots of good people and good info.

Just a quick note for you, if the smoke is very harsh and strong tasting there is a good chance you have burned some of your spice, careful with your temp and smoking technique. You will get much better experience with properly vapourised spice. For me nice clean spice at the right temp is actually mellow and sweet tasting.

Or maybe I've just come to associate the effect with the taste and sensation.

It's funny actually (funny strange not funny haha) that after my first real experience with spice the jar of it smelt totally different to me afterwards. Before it smelt of plastic and new shoes, now it smells sweet and perfumed.
 
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