While the nexus was down, I had a number of amazing experiences with spice. Instead of going into lengthy detail on each one, I've decided to give a quick run down of several experiences...the highlight reel if you wish.
I woke up on mother's day (completely unaware that it was mother's day), got high and watched some tv. Afterwards, I felt the GVG calling, so I got up and moved to my room. I took a hit or two and went for a nice trip. When I came back, I put on some music to liven up the slowly fading visuals. As it was dying down, I decided that I would take one more rip to make sure there was nothing left in the GVG. I got a gigantic hit, closed my eyes, and I was greeted with these light purple visuals and this very strong motherly feeling. For those of you who may have read in one of my earlier posts I Fucked the Cosmic Pooch , I had been greeted with this sensation once before, but I screwed it up by turning off the music. I was now at that same crossroads again: strong loving motherly feeling, the sense that an amazing experience was about to happen, but I didn't know if I should pull the music or not. I decided to let it play. I ended up seeing this goddess in a psychedelic womb of sorts. She was vibrating soooo intensely in this buzzing fashion. When the experience was over, I was glad I kept the music going. I felt satisfied where I had a hole in me before, and I felt like I passed a test of some sort. I didn't find out it was mother's day till half an hour after the experience, which I thought was funny cause it was like DMT remembered it was mother's day, where I did not :lol:
I decided to take some pharma a couple days after. As a side note, I dissolved my spice in a shot of vinegar (dunno where I read this, but the nexus wasn't up to go checking around). It burned like hell, and it made me so nauseous that I couldn't hold it down for more than 8 minutes. I guess that was all I needed anyway :roll: but it burned ten times worse on the way back up. Anyway, I watched a movie as it kicked in. When it was done, I decided to break out the GVG which I had pre-loaded. I took as many rips as I could and sat back. I was in a hangar bay of sorts, with this giant white UFO sitting in my lap. After a while, the UFO went behind me and I heard some machinery, like cogs locking into place. Then I heard it take off --- the sound of a rocket ship. Unfortunately, I wasn't being blasted off with it, so I remained behind in the hangar which had become a purgatory.
My friend called me up and wanted to go to the park cause it was a nice day. Despite the fact that I was tripping really hard, I gathered myself together, went over to his house and we went to the park and had a good time. When I came back home, I got out the GVG to see where the experience would take me. This is where things got just plain wacky. I had this very eccentric, fruity jester entity talking to me in funny nonsense such as, and I quote, "batma [combination of batman and grandma] flinstone tits". The geometry was about as non-Euclidian as you can get. It was straight up Seussian (Dr. Seuss) with lots of oblong, non-symmetrical, funky shapes. It felt like I was looking at the inside of an elf factory or something. I could not physically move, but I didn't care at all being that the state I was in was so comfortable that it defies any degree of describing comfortable. Whilst in this bizarre state, I continually tried to smoke as much DMT as I could when I had the willpower to physically sit up, because it was getting so insanely silly that I was determined to see how deep I could go cause as bizarre and whacky and immersive as it may have gotten, it was far from overwhelming.
Once I regained mobility, I got up and had the idea to do some drawing. I couldn't find a piece of paper, so I grabbed a folder and pencil and started tracing the patterns I was seeing onto the folder. I did it both with eyes open, tracing directly over the patterns as well as with my eyes closed. Both techniques produced relatively accurate shapes that I was seeing. It ended up turning into quite the work of art other than it's hard to see cause I was using pencil on a red folder, but oh well. Next time I'll just have to use white paper and a sharpie. I felt that I definitely captured the Dr. Seuss shapes, at least to some extent.
The next day, I woke up and decided to smoke some spice. I've been having lots of interactive hallucinations lately, where with my eyes open, if I'm lucky 4D objects will manifest themselves and I can interact with them. I can hold them, I can move them, moreover they can move me :!: They seem to have magnetic properties about them in relation to me. Sometimes when I reach out to grab them, I am repelled away. It's the kind of sensation you get when you try and put two of the same charge magnets together. Other times the objects of light will physically draw my hand into them. On this particular morning, I had white light filling the room, and I was playing with it like a sacred toy. I even remember conjuring a ball of pure white light in the space between my cupped hands. Whereas the other lights will push and pull on me, the white light is kind of neutral. It has a semi-anesthetizing effect on the portion of the body that makes contact when you touch it. I've noticed this on several different occasions. In retrospect, it seems to perhaps explain why white light experiences are so often out-of-body.
I woke up on mother's day (completely unaware that it was mother's day), got high and watched some tv. Afterwards, I felt the GVG calling, so I got up and moved to my room. I took a hit or two and went for a nice trip. When I came back, I put on some music to liven up the slowly fading visuals. As it was dying down, I decided that I would take one more rip to make sure there was nothing left in the GVG. I got a gigantic hit, closed my eyes, and I was greeted with these light purple visuals and this very strong motherly feeling. For those of you who may have read in one of my earlier posts I Fucked the Cosmic Pooch , I had been greeted with this sensation once before, but I screwed it up by turning off the music. I was now at that same crossroads again: strong loving motherly feeling, the sense that an amazing experience was about to happen, but I didn't know if I should pull the music or not. I decided to let it play. I ended up seeing this goddess in a psychedelic womb of sorts. She was vibrating soooo intensely in this buzzing fashion. When the experience was over, I was glad I kept the music going. I felt satisfied where I had a hole in me before, and I felt like I passed a test of some sort. I didn't find out it was mother's day till half an hour after the experience, which I thought was funny cause it was like DMT remembered it was mother's day, where I did not :lol:
I decided to take some pharma a couple days after. As a side note, I dissolved my spice in a shot of vinegar (dunno where I read this, but the nexus wasn't up to go checking around). It burned like hell, and it made me so nauseous that I couldn't hold it down for more than 8 minutes. I guess that was all I needed anyway :roll: but it burned ten times worse on the way back up. Anyway, I watched a movie as it kicked in. When it was done, I decided to break out the GVG which I had pre-loaded. I took as many rips as I could and sat back. I was in a hangar bay of sorts, with this giant white UFO sitting in my lap. After a while, the UFO went behind me and I heard some machinery, like cogs locking into place. Then I heard it take off --- the sound of a rocket ship. Unfortunately, I wasn't being blasted off with it, so I remained behind in the hangar which had become a purgatory.
My friend called me up and wanted to go to the park cause it was a nice day. Despite the fact that I was tripping really hard, I gathered myself together, went over to his house and we went to the park and had a good time. When I came back home, I got out the GVG to see where the experience would take me. This is where things got just plain wacky. I had this very eccentric, fruity jester entity talking to me in funny nonsense such as, and I quote, "batma [combination of batman and grandma] flinstone tits". The geometry was about as non-Euclidian as you can get. It was straight up Seussian (Dr. Seuss) with lots of oblong, non-symmetrical, funky shapes. It felt like I was looking at the inside of an elf factory or something. I could not physically move, but I didn't care at all being that the state I was in was so comfortable that it defies any degree of describing comfortable. Whilst in this bizarre state, I continually tried to smoke as much DMT as I could when I had the willpower to physically sit up, because it was getting so insanely silly that I was determined to see how deep I could go cause as bizarre and whacky and immersive as it may have gotten, it was far from overwhelming.
Once I regained mobility, I got up and had the idea to do some drawing. I couldn't find a piece of paper, so I grabbed a folder and pencil and started tracing the patterns I was seeing onto the folder. I did it both with eyes open, tracing directly over the patterns as well as with my eyes closed. Both techniques produced relatively accurate shapes that I was seeing. It ended up turning into quite the work of art other than it's hard to see cause I was using pencil on a red folder, but oh well. Next time I'll just have to use white paper and a sharpie. I felt that I definitely captured the Dr. Seuss shapes, at least to some extent.
The next day, I woke up and decided to smoke some spice. I've been having lots of interactive hallucinations lately, where with my eyes open, if I'm lucky 4D objects will manifest themselves and I can interact with them. I can hold them, I can move them, moreover they can move me :!: They seem to have magnetic properties about them in relation to me. Sometimes when I reach out to grab them, I am repelled away. It's the kind of sensation you get when you try and put two of the same charge magnets together. Other times the objects of light will physically draw my hand into them. On this particular morning, I had white light filling the room, and I was playing with it like a sacred toy. I even remember conjuring a ball of pure white light in the space between my cupped hands. Whereas the other lights will push and pull on me, the white light is kind of neutral. It has a semi-anesthetizing effect on the portion of the body that makes contact when you touch it. I've noticed this on several different occasions. In retrospect, it seems to perhaps explain why white light experiences are so often out-of-body.