I had burnt lots of spice, destroyed my throat and longs, and in general fucked up everything at it's fullest. But once that was all out of the way, and I had actually did things correctly, it hit me like a brick wall.
My first successful(and amazing, to say the least) attempt consisted of 3 ginormous tokes of changa of 50% Mullein 50% passionflower.
Feeling my face slide along the bricks, I looked around and noticed all the straight lines of my room convulsing as if turning to electricity. I took a deep breath and felt as if I had flexed the space(and walls) around me. Looking back I'd say it was almost Matrix-esque, as Neo resurrects and has found his center. Of course this seemed to me to be completely fitting for my first time, feeling as if I had just broken from my shackles of reality.
This soon morphed into brilliant and beautiful images of nothingness. The next thing I remember, I am floating in a lotus posture through the universe surrounded by infinitely distant walls of a temple. Soon appears a standing figure, of what I image the Buddha with uncountable arms(or perhaps it was Shiva and I simply wanted to see the Buddha) flashing in neon colors.
Unfortunately the effect began to wear off, but pure bliss had engulfed me for quite some time after.
Namaste,
Huntan
My first successful(and amazing, to say the least) attempt consisted of 3 ginormous tokes of changa of 50% Mullein 50% passionflower.
Feeling my face slide along the bricks, I looked around and noticed all the straight lines of my room convulsing as if turning to electricity. I took a deep breath and felt as if I had flexed the space(and walls) around me. Looking back I'd say it was almost Matrix-esque, as Neo resurrects and has found his center. Of course this seemed to me to be completely fitting for my first time, feeling as if I had just broken from my shackles of reality.
This soon morphed into brilliant and beautiful images of nothingness. The next thing I remember, I am floating in a lotus posture through the universe surrounded by infinitely distant walls of a temple. Soon appears a standing figure, of what I image the Buddha with uncountable arms(or perhaps it was Shiva and I simply wanted to see the Buddha) flashing in neon colors.
Unfortunately the effect began to wear off, but pure bliss had engulfed me for quite some time after.
Namaste,
Huntan
Because i think i know what he means by pure bliss, thats why i do not get your comment.
