I figgured I'd put this in here.. because I don't figgure it to be a full on breakthrough experience, but, it was something that seems to be sticking with me. And, I just can't forget it.
It's weird, when you get that one peice of information, and it almost embeds itself into your mind, poking its' head out every once in a while, just to make sure you haven't forgotten about it yet.
So.. I was in pretty deep. I had just re-remembered how to smoke, the right way. My last few trips had been pretty great in their own rights. But, they hadn't been.. as intense as my first few times. I believe that to be because I had been fiddling around with my lighter, and I turned the flame down. It wouldn't work well after a few uses. Then, it hit me.
Dumbass. You messed around with the lighter. Which means that there's less flame coming out, which meansss, there's less heat. So, you hitting it the same as you have before, when there was alot more heat, isn't working. Turn the flame back up, jackass!!
So, I listened to myself, and turned the little dial up. But.. it looked to big, and, I thought I was going to burn it like this?
(I had scared myself into believing that when you burn/vape the dmt the wrong way, it brings you to this totally different version of space. Every single thing has this new 'cover' over it. Looking like little pills, built up in a lego house looking way. Or, Tetris. I've been to that place twice.)
No, dummy. You haven't been burning it, you've been smoalking it.. the right way. Just stop being scared.
I was coming back to normality, somewhat. I decided to go ahead and use this info that I've just gave myself. I decided to not be so delicate with it. I'd been dabbing the flame here and there, getting little whisps of smoke before.
I held the flame to it, and drew in a long, long breathe.
Everything reminded me of being 7.(or 8, or 6, doesn't really matter, just very young). I thought.. aww shit.. I messed this up. I knew I shouldn't have done it that way. This is to intense.. but, nothing's really happening. And then it hit me.
The floor was made of lava. And.. I could see it. The walls turned into a jungle-esque landscape. Complete with vines, trees, and birds in the background. Mist here and there. I was in the jungle. And.. there was lava on the floor. No.. the floor was lava. I was 7 again. My imagination was going wild. I grabbed my blankets and threw them over my head. Here's my fort. I'm safe in here now. My fort turned into a deep, dark, dank cave. Bats, and water dripping from the stalagtites.
And then it hit me like a mack truck.
This is what it's like to be a child.. again. Something told me. Or, someone told me. This is what happens when you're a child. THIS. This.. crazy, insane amount of tripping. But, it's so much more than that.
(I'm trying to peice this together, still. So.. please, just take everything I say from this point on with a grain of salt.)
When you're a child, you have such an imagination. SUCH an imagination. You can be anywhere you want to be, at any time. When we're young, our brains.. it starts to get really foggy here.. because I'm almost making this stuff up.. filling in the holes left in my little story. With stuff from this worlds way of thinking, not that one. When we're young, our brains might produce way more dmt than anyone thought possible. Than anyone even knows about. And, when we imagine, when we, want to go to other places, when we want to make the world around us dissapear, and turn into a lava field, that switch gets flipped, and that dmt floods the brain. Not crazy amounts, or anything, but, enough, for the imagination to run completly away, and produce amazing landscapes, that only we can see.
This all sounds pretty crazy, I know. And, I can't quite explain it the way it should be, but.. I feel this to be all to right. The only comparable thing I can think of is a really vivid trip. But, we're to young to even grasp what that is. So, our brain regulates the amount we get, as to not hurt us with it, but, give us enough to make that play time immeasureable amounts better.
The main point I'm trying to get out, is that when we used to imagine things, at a very young age, imagination itself is the trigger that dumps/floods our brains with naturally produced dmt. Kind of like a toy in itself.
Here kid, this'll keep ya busy for a while.
I can't really elaborate on this anymore.. for now at least. To much thinking, and not enough sense being made.
But yea.. yet another trip from yours truely. This time, full of real world ideas and theories.
It's weird, when you get that one peice of information, and it almost embeds itself into your mind, poking its' head out every once in a while, just to make sure you haven't forgotten about it yet.
So.. I was in pretty deep. I had just re-remembered how to smoke, the right way. My last few trips had been pretty great in their own rights. But, they hadn't been.. as intense as my first few times. I believe that to be because I had been fiddling around with my lighter, and I turned the flame down. It wouldn't work well after a few uses. Then, it hit me.
Dumbass. You messed around with the lighter. Which means that there's less flame coming out, which meansss, there's less heat. So, you hitting it the same as you have before, when there was alot more heat, isn't working. Turn the flame back up, jackass!!
So, I listened to myself, and turned the little dial up. But.. it looked to big, and, I thought I was going to burn it like this?
(I had scared myself into believing that when you burn/vape the dmt the wrong way, it brings you to this totally different version of space. Every single thing has this new 'cover' over it. Looking like little pills, built up in a lego house looking way. Or, Tetris. I've been to that place twice.)
No, dummy. You haven't been burning it, you've been smoalking it.. the right way. Just stop being scared.
I was coming back to normality, somewhat. I decided to go ahead and use this info that I've just gave myself. I decided to not be so delicate with it. I'd been dabbing the flame here and there, getting little whisps of smoke before.
I held the flame to it, and drew in a long, long breathe.
Everything reminded me of being 7.(or 8, or 6, doesn't really matter, just very young). I thought.. aww shit.. I messed this up. I knew I shouldn't have done it that way. This is to intense.. but, nothing's really happening. And then it hit me.
The floor was made of lava. And.. I could see it. The walls turned into a jungle-esque landscape. Complete with vines, trees, and birds in the background. Mist here and there. I was in the jungle. And.. there was lava on the floor. No.. the floor was lava. I was 7 again. My imagination was going wild. I grabbed my blankets and threw them over my head. Here's my fort. I'm safe in here now. My fort turned into a deep, dark, dank cave. Bats, and water dripping from the stalagtites.
And then it hit me like a mack truck.
This is what it's like to be a child.. again. Something told me. Or, someone told me. This is what happens when you're a child. THIS. This.. crazy, insane amount of tripping. But, it's so much more than that.
(I'm trying to peice this together, still. So.. please, just take everything I say from this point on with a grain of salt.)
When you're a child, you have such an imagination. SUCH an imagination. You can be anywhere you want to be, at any time. When we're young, our brains.. it starts to get really foggy here.. because I'm almost making this stuff up.. filling in the holes left in my little story. With stuff from this worlds way of thinking, not that one. When we're young, our brains might produce way more dmt than anyone thought possible. Than anyone even knows about. And, when we imagine, when we, want to go to other places, when we want to make the world around us dissapear, and turn into a lava field, that switch gets flipped, and that dmt floods the brain. Not crazy amounts, or anything, but, enough, for the imagination to run completly away, and produce amazing landscapes, that only we can see.
This all sounds pretty crazy, I know. And, I can't quite explain it the way it should be, but.. I feel this to be all to right. The only comparable thing I can think of is a really vivid trip. But, we're to young to even grasp what that is. So, our brain regulates the amount we get, as to not hurt us with it, but, give us enough to make that play time immeasureable amounts better.
The main point I'm trying to get out, is that when we used to imagine things, at a very young age, imagination itself is the trigger that dumps/floods our brains with naturally produced dmt. Kind of like a toy in itself.
Here kid, this'll keep ya busy for a while.
I can't really elaborate on this anymore.. for now at least. To much thinking, and not enough sense being made.
But yea.. yet another trip from yours truely. This time, full of real world ideas and theories.
