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I had a great weekend. I introduced 3 new people to spice, all of them loved it. I will detail what I can about what they said after they had enjoyed the wonderful gift.
Person 1: A person who smokes dirt weed, has stopped using psychedelics, and hasn't used them in quite some time. He stated that he wanted to try it, 'For the sake of the mind'.
Person 2: A girl, who apparently doesn't smoke anything but weed, and drink a lot. Has never used a psychedelic other than mushrooms (1x) and never for introspection.
Person 3: My wife's sister. She rocks, and is extremely carefree most of the time. She was probably the one I wanted to have try it first, but rotation worked out counter-clockwise for some reason.. oh well. She likes to drink, but has gotten her hands on some real lsd recently, and has been enjoying that.
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So They all ended up trying it, and all experienced some very profound trips. Two of the people (3 and 1) both had very nice hyperspace voyages, while 2..kept her eyes open and exclaimed 'Wow....WOW!!!....WHOA...' etc. I will not be smoking spice with her again. I guess im going to tell it like a story, since I write better like that, and the experiences took place within a few hours.
"I dont know." Person 1 said "I chose to abandon psychedelics when I realized I was going insane." I packed my VG a little more, and opened my spice vial. "Come on," Person 3 said, "I'm anxious to try it now too." reluctantly (and I cautioned against smoking if he was scared) he said "Alright alright. So what do I gotta do?"
I explained how to be gentle to the spice, to make sure you didnt burn it, or the ceramic filter. I explained how it will get hot, kissing your lips with its plasticine taste. I showed him how to induce deep breathing, and told him to hold each of these 3-4 breathes for just under 15 seconds, "Personally" I said, "I hold them in for about 20 seconds apiece. When the world starts to melt, thats when I know Ive had enough."
With a deep breathe he began the tokes....One, and looked like he might not have got any, slowly he continued holding the flame and inhaling. He took it away, and held and held. He exhaled and said "Hm odd taste." Two. Inhaled deeper, felt like he got a good hit, His eyes opened a bit more than regular. Three. He got a good hit. He was still holding the pipe, and eagerly looked around for a place to set it down, I got up to take it from him since he was sitting closest to me, and he gave me a BIG bug eyed look
shock: <- much like that.) and told me that "If you was any taller, you'd hit the stalagtites on his ceiling. He then leaned back, and stared at his drink. He closed his eyes a few times, but mainly left them open.
"I didn't ever realize how dirty my house was." He said after I had finished packing the next charge for his current woman-play-thing-whatever... (I dont really like how he goes through women). He explained like this:
I was confused at first, The onset was ridiculously fast like you guys said. after the third toke, i had the after-image of the flame, and it started to melt everything in my vision. They didn't melt like normal, they melted into a puddle of colors, around my floor. Thats when I noticed my floor was dirty. Wherever I looked around, I was happy, there were colors all over the place, and colors I enjoy! Not just normal tripping colors, these were fantastic, bold, vivid! My vision would do these strange Shifts in the furniture, walls, and lights. Its like they would stand there, then be cut in half, and moved an inch or two. I also felt like I was standing in the room, not sitting, and no one else was around, it was like I was alone in my empty house. It was calming.
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He thoroughly enjoyed it, though wouldnt talk to us about the introspection. He did say that "His OOB experience was reaching out, and he felt like he was being dispersed through his home." He was one person I would like to smoke with again.
Im not going to go into person 2, and if I did it would be along these lines: "WOW THIS IS SO COOL, I LIKE THIS A LOT, WOW!" It was annoying, and I would take back the pipe if I had the chance. I didnt, and kept my mind open to others, and accepted that this was how some people reacted.
The next person(the sister) was very excited. "Okay okay, pack me up a bowl." She said, hopping closer in her chair. She is a very lively person, as I stated, and always brings a good mood to everything, I love her a lot. Anyways, I loaded up a nice bowl for her, and reviewed the hitting procedure (I dont want her to screw up the spice, I know she'll like it) 1, 2, 3.............."Whew" she said. And closed her eyes, and was silent as we played some relaxing music (We weren't at our house, nor did we have access to the music machine, so I have NO idea what was on, but it was good.) She curled a little in her chair, I thought maybe she had too much. But a few minutes later, she let herself go, and the silence was broken. "I don't need anything else anymore, just this and the beach. Wow that was incredible. Wow that was awesome, I cant believe you made me hit that last." She didn't explain more than:
"I made a painting, and didnt have paint or a brush, but I made it, and it lived and thrived with me, and told me what to draw, and helped me draw what I couldn't, and guided me to peace." The rest, she said, was incomparable to anything.
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After all of them had done it, we reflected in the afterglow, they with their mixed drinks, I with a beer. We talked about all of their experiences, threw what knowledge we had at them to try and pick them apart and find their underlying meaning. Each person loved it. More satisfied individuals. A great night.
Person 1: A person who smokes dirt weed, has stopped using psychedelics, and hasn't used them in quite some time. He stated that he wanted to try it, 'For the sake of the mind'.
Person 2: A girl, who apparently doesn't smoke anything but weed, and drink a lot. Has never used a psychedelic other than mushrooms (1x) and never for introspection.
Person 3: My wife's sister. She rocks, and is extremely carefree most of the time. She was probably the one I wanted to have try it first, but rotation worked out counter-clockwise for some reason.. oh well. She likes to drink, but has gotten her hands on some real lsd recently, and has been enjoying that.
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So They all ended up trying it, and all experienced some very profound trips. Two of the people (3 and 1) both had very nice hyperspace voyages, while 2..kept her eyes open and exclaimed 'Wow....WOW!!!....WHOA...' etc. I will not be smoking spice with her again. I guess im going to tell it like a story, since I write better like that, and the experiences took place within a few hours.
"I dont know." Person 1 said "I chose to abandon psychedelics when I realized I was going insane." I packed my VG a little more, and opened my spice vial. "Come on," Person 3 said, "I'm anxious to try it now too." reluctantly (and I cautioned against smoking if he was scared) he said "Alright alright. So what do I gotta do?"
I explained how to be gentle to the spice, to make sure you didnt burn it, or the ceramic filter. I explained how it will get hot, kissing your lips with its plasticine taste. I showed him how to induce deep breathing, and told him to hold each of these 3-4 breathes for just under 15 seconds, "Personally" I said, "I hold them in for about 20 seconds apiece. When the world starts to melt, thats when I know Ive had enough."
With a deep breathe he began the tokes....One, and looked like he might not have got any, slowly he continued holding the flame and inhaling. He took it away, and held and held. He exhaled and said "Hm odd taste." Two. Inhaled deeper, felt like he got a good hit, His eyes opened a bit more than regular. Three. He got a good hit. He was still holding the pipe, and eagerly looked around for a place to set it down, I got up to take it from him since he was sitting closest to me, and he gave me a BIG bug eyed look
shock: <- much like that.) and told me that "If you was any taller, you'd hit the stalagtites on his ceiling. He then leaned back, and stared at his drink. He closed his eyes a few times, but mainly left them open. "I didn't ever realize how dirty my house was." He said after I had finished packing the next charge for his current woman-play-thing-whatever... (I dont really like how he goes through women). He explained like this:
I was confused at first, The onset was ridiculously fast like you guys said. after the third toke, i had the after-image of the flame, and it started to melt everything in my vision. They didn't melt like normal, they melted into a puddle of colors, around my floor. Thats when I noticed my floor was dirty. Wherever I looked around, I was happy, there were colors all over the place, and colors I enjoy! Not just normal tripping colors, these were fantastic, bold, vivid! My vision would do these strange Shifts in the furniture, walls, and lights. Its like they would stand there, then be cut in half, and moved an inch or two. I also felt like I was standing in the room, not sitting, and no one else was around, it was like I was alone in my empty house. It was calming.
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He thoroughly enjoyed it, though wouldnt talk to us about the introspection. He did say that "His OOB experience was reaching out, and he felt like he was being dispersed through his home." He was one person I would like to smoke with again.
Im not going to go into person 2, and if I did it would be along these lines: "WOW THIS IS SO COOL, I LIKE THIS A LOT, WOW!" It was annoying, and I would take back the pipe if I had the chance. I didnt, and kept my mind open to others, and accepted that this was how some people reacted.
The next person(the sister
) was very excited. "Okay okay, pack me up a bowl." She said, hopping closer in her chair. She is a very lively person, as I stated, and always brings a good mood to everything, I love her a lot. Anyways, I loaded up a nice bowl for her, and reviewed the hitting procedure (I dont want her to screw up the spice, I know she'll like it) 1, 2, 3.............."Whew" she said. And closed her eyes, and was silent as we played some relaxing music (We weren't at our house, nor did we have access to the music machine, so I have NO idea what was on, but it was good.) She curled a little in her chair, I thought maybe she had too much. But a few minutes later, she let herself go, and the silence was broken. "I don't need anything else anymore, just this and the beach. Wow that was incredible. Wow that was awesome, I cant believe you made me hit that last." She didn't explain more than:"I made a painting, and didnt have paint or a brush, but I made it, and it lived and thrived with me, and told me what to draw, and helped me draw what I couldn't, and guided me to peace." The rest, she said, was incomparable to anything.
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After all of them had done it, we reflected in the afterglow, they with their mixed drinks, I with a beer. We talked about all of their experiences, threw what knowledge we had at them to try and pick them apart and find their underlying meaning. Each person loved it. More satisfied individuals. A great night.
