Sirus
Rising Star
hello all,
I am Sirus, been reading a while and interested in this world for quite some time more. let me start off by saying im not only in awe dmt exists. im in awe that this forum exists. the knowledge here is indescribable and it has honestly made me think about perusing an education in organic chemistry. all that aside i want to apologize for my grammar and spelling, i dont have time for it any where honestly, if you can read and comprehend what im saying mission accomplished right? any way SWIM has gone about making some spice and trying it, still in the early stages SWIM hasnt broken through completely and now realizes that DMT and the ability to glimpse at answers to consciousness are nothing to be rushed by any means, things that take billions of years to create take at least a small amount of patience to understand even for a god such as a dmt soaked human brain. SWIM is working on his pull and delivery methods, minor lung and health issues and such and dont want any more hilarious experiences. what i hope to do is learn while giving back what ever i can and have some fun doing it. SWIM wants to share some dmt experiences to start off because reading experiences has always seemed interesting. SO heres giving back.
The sun has always seemed surreal and awe inspiring. So SWIM tried his first large dose of spice during a sunny day in his living room with the sun shining in, swim had read that you could sandwich spice in between herbs or tobacco and smoke with a bong, having pink lungs from years of not being able to smoke cannabis (evil tests) and quitting tobacco swim thought it would be a better idea to use a bong with ice in the neck to reach hyperspace. swim sandwiched ~20-30mg (crap scale) in between tobacco from a wine black and mild thinking that would help considerably with the harsh vapors. swim was able to get 3-4 smaller hits in and notices the light on the bong refracting into colors beyond the visible spectrum and the water droplets becoming amazing star sapphires of immense beauty, then the room is filled with light hitting corners and surfaces and running along them in seemingly slow motion refracting as they go. the room changes, the curtains are now bookshelves and the table is a machine of some kind and the presence of others sitting all around the room is faint, all swim could do however was look out the large quad doors to the patio. light was shining in hitting the glass panes creating beautiful shapes and patterns made of refracted light resembling Mayan/Aztec/Inca art but futuristic/alien shifting all over the glass in multiple dimensions, but then... outside the coastal city was replaced by a city resembling that of the emerald city from the wizard of oz except made entirely of light and shapes existing in a dimensional shape swim cant even comprehend seemingly futuristic and ethereal, in such awe of this swim was tearing up and drooling at the same time. returning to the normal world was easier than entering and still trying to cling on to the memory of what had been seen at the peak the comedown is forgotten.
and now for the funny part, so eager to learn more and reach hyperspace swim packed another sandwiched hit into the bong... this time about 40-50mg spice but far farrrrr too much tobacco. black and mild wine cigar tobacco was never meant to be smoked out of a bong with spice. swim has a very weak stomach and lungs due to a medical condition. swim took 2 very large hits out of the bong and on the second felt the horribly intense onset of reality ripping, at the same time swim felt the familiar sickness associated the dire need to vomit. the tobacco had made swim terribly sick, no less than 5 seconds after exhaling swim reaches for a shopping bag left on the coffee table and begins to vomit into it, when swim places his face into the bag vomiting he is looking directly into a different universe or dimension within the shopping bag, another space with entities looking up at me being resembling a TV being covered in vomit, swims bag was leaking vomit so his friend gets another bag and places the leaking bag within it. well swim picks up the leaking bag takes it out of the second and vomits into it again then throws it ( lmao ) vomit now every where and continuing to vomit swims friend things he is vomiting blood due to the stomach contents of coffee and beef jerky, swims friend considerably concerned (dude to swims health conditions) ask him if he is having a nose bleed or ate anything red, swim trying to see if he has a nose bleed gets up and touches his nose, seeing blood everywhere now (tripping hard as hell) trying to be help throwing more puke around and making no sense tries to rinse himself off and makes a terrible mess in the kitchen (still tripping lol) takes off his clothes and runs to grab a towel and then runs back to the couch and stares at the clock clinging onto a towel until he comes down and starts laughing when he sees vomit covering his house. all in all it wasnt a bad trip. swim is incapable of having a "bad trip" as that is a very vague term. everything is a learning experience and all that was to learn was never smoke too much black and mild wine out of a bong if your weak haha.
any way sorry for the long post, its my essay lol. i will look forward to being an active member in the community and look forward to seeing you all in hyperspace.
-Sirus
I am Sirus, been reading a while and interested in this world for quite some time more. let me start off by saying im not only in awe dmt exists. im in awe that this forum exists. the knowledge here is indescribable and it has honestly made me think about perusing an education in organic chemistry. all that aside i want to apologize for my grammar and spelling, i dont have time for it any where honestly, if you can read and comprehend what im saying mission accomplished right? any way SWIM has gone about making some spice and trying it, still in the early stages SWIM hasnt broken through completely and now realizes that DMT and the ability to glimpse at answers to consciousness are nothing to be rushed by any means, things that take billions of years to create take at least a small amount of patience to understand even for a god such as a dmt soaked human brain. SWIM is working on his pull and delivery methods, minor lung and health issues and such and dont want any more hilarious experiences. what i hope to do is learn while giving back what ever i can and have some fun doing it. SWIM wants to share some dmt experiences to start off because reading experiences has always seemed interesting. SO heres giving back.
The sun has always seemed surreal and awe inspiring. So SWIM tried his first large dose of spice during a sunny day in his living room with the sun shining in, swim had read that you could sandwich spice in between herbs or tobacco and smoke with a bong, having pink lungs from years of not being able to smoke cannabis (evil tests) and quitting tobacco swim thought it would be a better idea to use a bong with ice in the neck to reach hyperspace. swim sandwiched ~20-30mg (crap scale) in between tobacco from a wine black and mild thinking that would help considerably with the harsh vapors. swim was able to get 3-4 smaller hits in and notices the light on the bong refracting into colors beyond the visible spectrum and the water droplets becoming amazing star sapphires of immense beauty, then the room is filled with light hitting corners and surfaces and running along them in seemingly slow motion refracting as they go. the room changes, the curtains are now bookshelves and the table is a machine of some kind and the presence of others sitting all around the room is faint, all swim could do however was look out the large quad doors to the patio. light was shining in hitting the glass panes creating beautiful shapes and patterns made of refracted light resembling Mayan/Aztec/Inca art but futuristic/alien shifting all over the glass in multiple dimensions, but then... outside the coastal city was replaced by a city resembling that of the emerald city from the wizard of oz except made entirely of light and shapes existing in a dimensional shape swim cant even comprehend seemingly futuristic and ethereal, in such awe of this swim was tearing up and drooling at the same time. returning to the normal world was easier than entering and still trying to cling on to the memory of what had been seen at the peak the comedown is forgotten.
and now for the funny part, so eager to learn more and reach hyperspace swim packed another sandwiched hit into the bong... this time about 40-50mg spice but far farrrrr too much tobacco. black and mild wine cigar tobacco was never meant to be smoked out of a bong with spice. swim has a very weak stomach and lungs due to a medical condition. swim took 2 very large hits out of the bong and on the second felt the horribly intense onset of reality ripping, at the same time swim felt the familiar sickness associated the dire need to vomit. the tobacco had made swim terribly sick, no less than 5 seconds after exhaling swim reaches for a shopping bag left on the coffee table and begins to vomit into it, when swim places his face into the bag vomiting he is looking directly into a different universe or dimension within the shopping bag, another space with entities looking up at me being resembling a TV being covered in vomit, swims bag was leaking vomit so his friend gets another bag and places the leaking bag within it. well swim picks up the leaking bag takes it out of the second and vomits into it again then throws it ( lmao ) vomit now every where and continuing to vomit swims friend things he is vomiting blood due to the stomach contents of coffee and beef jerky, swims friend considerably concerned (dude to swims health conditions) ask him if he is having a nose bleed or ate anything red, swim trying to see if he has a nose bleed gets up and touches his nose, seeing blood everywhere now (tripping hard as hell) trying to be help throwing more puke around and making no sense tries to rinse himself off and makes a terrible mess in the kitchen (still tripping lol) takes off his clothes and runs to grab a towel and then runs back to the couch and stares at the clock clinging onto a towel until he comes down and starts laughing when he sees vomit covering his house. all in all it wasnt a bad trip. swim is incapable of having a "bad trip" as that is a very vague term. everything is a learning experience and all that was to learn was never smoke too much black and mild wine out of a bong if your weak haha.
any way sorry for the long post, its my essay lol. i will look forward to being an active member in the community and look forward to seeing you all in hyperspace.
-Sirus
