buttcrabs
Rising Star
Edit: I apologize in advance for the long-winded nature of this post. I got a little carried away, but in my defence it does say introductory essay, and my high-school teacher always told me an essay has to be at least 5 paragraphs. Hopefully somebody has the patience, hehe.
I love writing. It sounds like a fun exercise to summarize my journey as of yet. An exercise I think I'll perform with the help of an old friend and a new entity. Cannabis and Changa.
One lit bowl of cannabis through a home-made bong. I recently gave away my nice large glass piece to an old friend along with a half-ounce, my pipe and tins. The things you do when you're high. It was under the spell of recent experiences, the channelling of love and the whim of the moment decision that it was time to stop all substance use and get high on spirit alone. Something that didn't last very long at all. I miss my old bong but it was the right things to do at the time. I do not mind smoking out of a bottle as I did years ago when I discovered cannabis, but it does hold back the potential of the changna I'm about to smoke in terms of what kind of hit I'm going to be able to take. But when the time is right, the tools will be right. Whatever I have is adequate, it has to be.
I had my first changa experiences today, you see. Changa is my second form of encounter with DMT. My first was a few weekends ago. I had two 'DMT Pills'. I didn't have too much information about them other than they had roughly 0.1g of dmt in each of them, and they had the inherent MAOs. They were home-made capsules of plant material. I had one of them the night after an 225ug of lsd with a friend. It was then 10 hours after the ingestion of the lsd. The day was nothing special, my friend; underdeveloped and easy to fall into negative emotional patterns which I can't free him of. The day was included smoking a lot of weed, listening to music, drinking beer and playing guitar-hero. An unapologetic wallowing of the senses.
I laid on my back awaiting the effects of the first pill. The expected onset of the capsule was 20-40 minutes after swallowing. An hour and a half passes and I feel nothing but a sense of light strangeness, but I could not be sure if that was the DMT or the LSD. I got up to talk to my friends. "Nothing happened really... although I do feel.. strange." From then on I was very emotional, felt waves of compassion and contentment with life. I went back to lay down. At that point I was granted through closed eye visuals and grace, visions of the horrid scale of gods fractal nature. It was a harrowing experience which was made a lot easier by the loving cat who's care and comfort I asked of her for. I took the other pill in the morning. 2 hours passed and it was only slight visuals which passed after half an hour. The real effects of the experience were to occur on the trains I took to get home. Somehow I was graced with vast amounts of energy, I travelled in a guru like state of consciousness which I now tribute to the result of attempts of energy work, the recent lsd and dmt experience, and not having ejaculated within the last 10 days. During the peaks of the experience and several days after it, my predominant suspicion was that the experience was being channelled through me by initiation of the ingestion of dmt by lower level demi-god organized intelligences or greater for my spiritual progression, for the sake of grace, for god only knows. The synchronicities were far too poignant and chocolatey around the edges for it to be anything but divine intervention.
From the train rides onward that day was an unbelievable story involving a visit to the hospital, the making of friends, having drowning amounts of compassion and grace pour out from me, transforming those around me and dare I say it making girls fall in love with me. It was a dream, a mirage like experience that will have to dwell forever only in the bottom of my heart because of the untranslatable nature of the experience. I did at times feel very 'special' but now I feel very strongly that these kind of experiences are happening more and more to all kinds of beings. I am thankful for the grace.
Today, a few weeks after that experience - Changa appeared in my hands. I had known about changa for about 2-3 weeks beforehand. Not much about it other than it was to produce the effects of conventionally smoking dmt with a smoother, deeper and long duration of effects.
I've been instructed by the creator of this changa that 200 to 250 mg is a 'nice, strong dose' and I was eager for my first experience to be at that level, but I found after the first bowl (maybe 1/6 of the 200mg laid out before me) I was already pulsating with the sounds and sensations of its vibratory field. I quickly decided what I had smoked was enough. Went to lay down on my bed. I quickly peaked, then came down over the next 4-10 minutes. The experience, high vibration, the child like thrill of being lost to senses and new pleasures. High amounts of synchronicity. Beautiful closed eye visuals of geometry and shapes. Large amounts of energy bounces around my body, I feel very cold and parts of my body are shaking. Feeling very cold and shivering happened every time I smoked it, I wasn't sure if the shaking was from feeling cold or if it was energy. Do others experience this sense of cold? The first experience was heavy, beautiful, light, returning and carried the theme of grace. It is not a break through experience. My mind unravels wisdoms about my current place in life, but I know that I have truly only dipped my toes in this water. I am not riding a snake, I'm drawing a worm in crayon. I have much exploring to do, but I feel that this method of smoking may not allow for me to reach it. I simply can't smoke enough in one dose.
I smoked a few times after that experience. The second attempt I failed to be able to pack and smoke the second bowl in time. I was already overwhelmed by the first. They were similar, lighter experiences. Each time I feel the onset come on a little later and begin to feel that I might be able to increase dosage although I am hesitant. I am turned off by the physical side of smoking so much so quickly. It is difficult for me.
Lately I have am focusing on trying to live in the spirit as often as I can, to become a more loving and compassionate being, to become a being able to contribute to the community in an impacting manner. To explore and to discover, or not, age old mysteries of the psyche and the strangeness of my journey. I am in the process of awakening my kundalini. I also want to become a comedian. I think The Beatles rock. I like Sushi. I love internet forums. Green and blue are nice. Sometimes I get high and listen to Sitar before I go to bed. I think 'Nights in White Satin' by the Moody Blues is such a rockin' song! If I was a little taller girls would probably think I was more attractive. Why do people like orange juice over apple juice?
So now as a finale for my post, It seems appropriate if not a little tacky to attempt to smoke changa once more. My heart tells me a single large bowl should do. I'll sign off with how I feel.
***
I feel just dandy. I look forward to making friends, loving, learning and growing within this community. Thank you for reading this.
With love
buttcrabs
ps. buttcrabs are not bugs that live in the hairs of your butt, rather they are regular beach crabs, with large, round, bulbous, fleshy pink human sized butts. These crabs will be sad if I do not become a member.
Pls think of the buttcrabs.
I love writing. It sounds like a fun exercise to summarize my journey as of yet. An exercise I think I'll perform with the help of an old friend and a new entity. Cannabis and Changa.
One lit bowl of cannabis through a home-made bong. I recently gave away my nice large glass piece to an old friend along with a half-ounce, my pipe and tins. The things you do when you're high. It was under the spell of recent experiences, the channelling of love and the whim of the moment decision that it was time to stop all substance use and get high on spirit alone. Something that didn't last very long at all. I miss my old bong but it was the right things to do at the time. I do not mind smoking out of a bottle as I did years ago when I discovered cannabis, but it does hold back the potential of the changna I'm about to smoke in terms of what kind of hit I'm going to be able to take. But when the time is right, the tools will be right. Whatever I have is adequate, it has to be.
I had my first changa experiences today, you see. Changa is my second form of encounter with DMT. My first was a few weekends ago. I had two 'DMT Pills'. I didn't have too much information about them other than they had roughly 0.1g of dmt in each of them, and they had the inherent MAOs. They were home-made capsules of plant material. I had one of them the night after an 225ug of lsd with a friend. It was then 10 hours after the ingestion of the lsd. The day was nothing special, my friend; underdeveloped and easy to fall into negative emotional patterns which I can't free him of. The day was included smoking a lot of weed, listening to music, drinking beer and playing guitar-hero. An unapologetic wallowing of the senses.
I laid on my back awaiting the effects of the first pill. The expected onset of the capsule was 20-40 minutes after swallowing. An hour and a half passes and I feel nothing but a sense of light strangeness, but I could not be sure if that was the DMT or the LSD. I got up to talk to my friends. "Nothing happened really... although I do feel.. strange." From then on I was very emotional, felt waves of compassion and contentment with life. I went back to lay down. At that point I was granted through closed eye visuals and grace, visions of the horrid scale of gods fractal nature. It was a harrowing experience which was made a lot easier by the loving cat who's care and comfort I asked of her for. I took the other pill in the morning. 2 hours passed and it was only slight visuals which passed after half an hour. The real effects of the experience were to occur on the trains I took to get home. Somehow I was graced with vast amounts of energy, I travelled in a guru like state of consciousness which I now tribute to the result of attempts of energy work, the recent lsd and dmt experience, and not having ejaculated within the last 10 days. During the peaks of the experience and several days after it, my predominant suspicion was that the experience was being channelled through me by initiation of the ingestion of dmt by lower level demi-god organized intelligences or greater for my spiritual progression, for the sake of grace, for god only knows. The synchronicities were far too poignant and chocolatey around the edges for it to be anything but divine intervention.
From the train rides onward that day was an unbelievable story involving a visit to the hospital, the making of friends, having drowning amounts of compassion and grace pour out from me, transforming those around me and dare I say it making girls fall in love with me. It was a dream, a mirage like experience that will have to dwell forever only in the bottom of my heart because of the untranslatable nature of the experience. I did at times feel very 'special' but now I feel very strongly that these kind of experiences are happening more and more to all kinds of beings. I am thankful for the grace.
Today, a few weeks after that experience - Changa appeared in my hands. I had known about changa for about 2-3 weeks beforehand. Not much about it other than it was to produce the effects of conventionally smoking dmt with a smoother, deeper and long duration of effects.
I've been instructed by the creator of this changa that 200 to 250 mg is a 'nice, strong dose' and I was eager for my first experience to be at that level, but I found after the first bowl (maybe 1/6 of the 200mg laid out before me) I was already pulsating with the sounds and sensations of its vibratory field. I quickly decided what I had smoked was enough. Went to lay down on my bed. I quickly peaked, then came down over the next 4-10 minutes. The experience, high vibration, the child like thrill of being lost to senses and new pleasures. High amounts of synchronicity. Beautiful closed eye visuals of geometry and shapes. Large amounts of energy bounces around my body, I feel very cold and parts of my body are shaking. Feeling very cold and shivering happened every time I smoked it, I wasn't sure if the shaking was from feeling cold or if it was energy. Do others experience this sense of cold? The first experience was heavy, beautiful, light, returning and carried the theme of grace. It is not a break through experience. My mind unravels wisdoms about my current place in life, but I know that I have truly only dipped my toes in this water. I am not riding a snake, I'm drawing a worm in crayon. I have much exploring to do, but I feel that this method of smoking may not allow for me to reach it. I simply can't smoke enough in one dose.
I smoked a few times after that experience. The second attempt I failed to be able to pack and smoke the second bowl in time. I was already overwhelmed by the first. They were similar, lighter experiences. Each time I feel the onset come on a little later and begin to feel that I might be able to increase dosage although I am hesitant. I am turned off by the physical side of smoking so much so quickly. It is difficult for me.
Lately I have am focusing on trying to live in the spirit as often as I can, to become a more loving and compassionate being, to become a being able to contribute to the community in an impacting manner. To explore and to discover, or not, age old mysteries of the psyche and the strangeness of my journey. I am in the process of awakening my kundalini. I also want to become a comedian. I think The Beatles rock. I like Sushi. I love internet forums. Green and blue are nice. Sometimes I get high and listen to Sitar before I go to bed. I think 'Nights in White Satin' by the Moody Blues is such a rockin' song! If I was a little taller girls would probably think I was more attractive. Why do people like orange juice over apple juice?
So now as a finale for my post, It seems appropriate if not a little tacky to attempt to smoke changa once more. My heart tells me a single large bowl should do. I'll sign off with how I feel.
***
I feel just dandy. I look forward to making friends, loving, learning and growing within this community. Thank you for reading this.
With love
buttcrabs
ps. buttcrabs are not bugs that live in the hairs of your butt, rather they are regular beach crabs, with large, round, bulbous, fleshy pink human sized butts. These crabs will be sad if I do not become a member.
Pls think of the buttcrabs.