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Likewise, Hixidom.
Salvia Divinorum extract = :shock:
DMT vaporized = :shock: + WTF!!
DMT insufflated = :shock: :!: :!: :!:
Thats about the shortest way I can answer you. If that's not satisfactory, fasten your seatbelt:

I'm trying to get a handle on proper dosages and have very high hopes for both substances, but its been mostly rough for me. Then, of course, there's the issue that I smoke Salvia because it is legal to do so in California, but since it's illegal to possess or use DMT in California I don't use or possess it, only SWIM does. . . .

When SWIM vapes DMT, SWIM does not feel terribly inclined to take more than one very large bong-toke from a 1.75 litre volume bong using a party bowl with about a dozen steel screens several of which are pretty much caked with DMT residue. That hit puts SWIM in what SWIM thinks of as DMT purgatory because it is a stuporous, strange yet strangely familiar place where negativity seems to abound. Okay, it is strangely familiar because SWIM's eyes are open and invariably at this stage SWIM is still sitting in SWIM's office chair in a room where SWIM spends most of SWIM's time these days and SWIM hasnt yet gotten up to pee (vaping DMT makes SWIM need to pee). . . . But SWIM actually senses someone - possessing some dreadful secret of all the ages and with enormous power - beckoning SWIM to smoke more, to sign the contract, or to just say "yes" (chanting "yes", "yes", "yes" at SWIM) and to "join us" but SWIM is quite reticent. These hallucinations are particularly horrifying and distressing to me.

Two days ago, after SWIM insufflated approx. 50 mg. of unpurified DMT, SWIM was uneasy from the start because of my dosage issues. Kind of comical because this was the first time SWIM had been able to obtain any real handle on calculating the dosage - since everything that was measured went in either one or the other nostril.

Then, when SWIM looked at SWIM's hands ten minutes later, SWIM saw them metamorphosize through what SWIM pretty clearly recognized as stages of grotesque, mottling deterioration and it happened right in front of SWIM's eyes in technicolor. I saw little beauty in that experience.

I can remember telling myself to just sit tight and it would be over in a few minutes. As has always been the case for me, there was no out-of-body experience. It was just awful. I cannot remember anything pleasant about it at all, contrary to some prior experiences wherein at times SWIM found comfort and awesome coloration behind SWIM's eyelids, but generally felt something quite sinister about the room SWIM was in (a little office cubby off my bedroom) upon opening SWIM's eyes.

Salvia, on the other hand, hits me so fast I generally don't exhale before I'm gone. And by gone, I mean I can't hear or see my surroundings any more because I'm in Salvia land. Then it tapers off and again I can see and hear my surroundings but I can't quite relate to their cartoonishness and that blasted rolling vortex of color that envelops everything in its path and my body is unfolding to the tempo of a very loud thumping sound that I think maybe my heartbeat but I'm not sure and my body is unpleated to the tempo of that thumping and it is being pasted into the surface of what looks like the outside of a brick building and I think its a schoolhouse and I'm trying to see over the top of the brick wall but I end up being the surface of the brick wall and I can feel the pressure of the unpleating first in my face and especially in my mouth and then it spreads throughout my whole body. An incredibly intense body high, I guess you could call it. Any how with Salvia extracts there's no time to think about looking at my hands to see if they're mottlingly deteriorating or anything at all like that and there's no real ability to interact. And yet, oddly, I somehow have come away from these experiences with the genuine conviction that I am part of a universe of energy and that when I leave this body I will simply rejoin the energy field in some other form. Go figure.

So. . . . in all honesty, I'm in the "hanging in there" stage, hoping for some improvement in both arenas.

Ok so now I've re-read what I wrote so far and had an epiphany. Maybe I smoke too much Salvia at once and SWIM doesn't smoke enough DMT at once. Also, it has occurred to me on several occasions that I am not comfortable in the setting I am using. Further, SWIM and I do not feel comfortable using our respective substance when anyone else is present. In short, we have no one to sit with us.

And you??

<blockquote data-quote="Rocketeerjim" data-source="post: 3494876" data-attributes="member: 11385">Likewise, Hixidom.&nbsp; Salvia Divinorum extract = :shock:&nbsp; DMT vaporized = :shock: + WTF!!DMT insufflated =&nbsp; :shock: :!: :!: :!: Thats about the shortest way I can answer you.&nbsp; If that&#039;s not satisfactory, fasten your seatbelt:I&#039;m trying to get a handle on proper dosages and have very high hopes for both substances, but its been mostly rough for me.&nbsp; Then, of course, there&#039;s the issue that I smoke Salvia because it is legal to do so in California, but since it&#039;s illegal to possess or use DMT in California I don&#039;t use or possess it, only SWIM does. . . . When SWIM vapes DMT, SWIM does not feel terribly inclined to take more than one very large bong-toke from a 1.75 litre volume bong using a party bowl with about a dozen steel screens several of which are pretty much caked with DMT residue.&nbsp; That hit puts SWIM in what SWIM thinks of as DMT purgatory because it is a stuporous, strange yet strangely familiar place where negativity seems to abound.&nbsp; Okay, it is strangely familiar because SWIM&#039;s eyes are open and invariably at this stage SWIM is still sitting in SWIM&#039;s office chair in a room where SWIM spends most of SWIM&#039;s time these days and SWIM hasnt yet gotten up to pee (vaping DMT makes SWIM need to pee). . . . But SWIM actually senses someone - possessing some dreadful secret of all the ages and with enormous power - beckoning SWIM to smoke more, to sign the contract, or to just say &quot;yes&quot; (chanting &quot;yes&quot;, &quot;yes&quot;, &quot;yes&quot; at SWIM) and to &quot;join us&quot; but SWIM is quite reticent. These hallucinations are particularly horrifying and distressing to me.Two days ago, after SWIM insufflated approx. 50 mg. of unpurified DMT, SWIM was uneasy from the start because of my dosage issues.&nbsp; Kind of comical because this was the first time SWIM had been able to obtain any real handle on calculating the dosage - since everything that was measured went in either one or the other nostril.&nbsp; Then, when SWIM looked at SWIM&#039;s hands ten minutes later, SWIM saw them metamorphosize through what SWIM pretty clearly recognized as stages of grotesque, mottling deterioration and it happened right in front of SWIM&#039;s eyes in technicolor.&nbsp; I saw little beauty in that experience.&nbsp; I can remember telling myself to just sit tight and it would be over in a few minutes.&nbsp; As has always been the case for me, there was no out-of-body experience.&nbsp; It was just awful.&nbsp; I cannot remember anything pleasant about it at all, contrary to some prior experiences wherein at times SWIM found comfort and awesome coloration behind SWIM&#039;s eyelids, but generally felt something quite sinister about the room SWIM was in (a little office cubby off my bedroom) upon opening SWIM&#039;s eyes.Salvia, on the other hand, hits me so fast I generally don&#039;t exhale before I&#039;m gone.&nbsp; And by gone, I mean I can&#039;t hear or see my surroundings any more because I&#039;m in Salvia land.&nbsp; Then it tapers off and again I can see and hear my surroundings but I can&#039;t quite relate to their cartoonishness and that blasted rolling vortex of color that envelops everything in its path and my body is unfolding to the tempo of a very loud thumping sound that I think maybe my heartbeat but I&#039;m not sure and my body is unpleated to the tempo of that thumping and it is being pasted into the surface of what looks like the outside of a brick building and I think its a schoolhouse and I&#039;m trying to see over the top of the brick wall but I end up being the surface of the brick wall and I can feel the pressure of the unpleating first in my face and especially in my mouth and then it spreads throughout my whole body.&nbsp; An incredibly intense body high, I guess you could call it.&nbsp; Any how with Salvia extracts there&#039;s no time to think about looking at my hands to see if they&#039;re mottlingly deteriorating or anything at all like that and there&#039;s no real ability to interact.&nbsp; And yet, oddly, I somehow have come away from these experiences with the genuine conviction that I am part of a universe of energy and that when I leave this body I will simply rejoin the energy field in some other form.&nbsp; Go figure.So. . . . in all honesty, I&#039;m in the &quot;hanging in there&quot; stage, hoping for some improvement in both arenas.Ok so now I&#039;ve re-read what I wrote so far and had an epiphany.&nbsp; Maybe I smoke too much Salvia at once and SWIM doesn&#039;t smoke enough DMT at once.&nbsp; Also, it has occurred to me on several occasions that I am not comfortable in the setting I am using.&nbsp; Further, SWIM and I do not feel comfortable using our respective substance when anyone else is present.&nbsp; In short, we have no one to sit with us.And you??</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rocketeerjim, post: 3494876, member: 11385"] Likewise, Hixidom. Salvia Divinorum extract = :shock: DMT vaporized = :shock: + WTF!! DMT insufflated = :shock: :!: :!: :!: Thats about the shortest way I can answer you. If that's not satisfactory, fasten your seatbelt: I'm trying to get a handle on proper dosages and have very high hopes for both substances, but its been mostly rough for me. Then, of course, there's the issue that I smoke Salvia because it is legal to do so in California, but since it's illegal to possess or use DMT in California I don't use or possess it, only SWIM does. . . . When SWIM vapes DMT, SWIM does not feel terribly inclined to take more than one very large bong-toke from a 1.75 litre volume bong using a party bowl with about a dozen steel screens several of which are pretty much caked with DMT residue. That hit puts SWIM in what SWIM thinks of as DMT purgatory because it is a stuporous, strange yet strangely familiar place where negativity seems to abound. Okay, it is strangely familiar because SWIM's eyes are open and invariably at this stage SWIM is still sitting in SWIM's office chair in a room where SWIM spends most of SWIM's time these days and SWIM hasnt yet gotten up to pee (vaping DMT makes SWIM need to pee). . . . But SWIM actually senses someone - possessing some dreadful secret of all the ages and with enormous power - beckoning SWIM to smoke more, to sign the contract, or to just say "yes" (chanting "yes", "yes", "yes" at SWIM) and to "join us" but SWIM is quite reticent. These hallucinations are particularly horrifying and distressing to me. Two days ago, after SWIM insufflated approx. 50 mg. of unpurified DMT, SWIM was uneasy from the start because of my dosage issues. Kind of comical because this was the first time SWIM had been able to obtain any real handle on calculating the dosage - since everything that was measured went in either one or the other nostril. Then, when SWIM looked at SWIM's hands ten minutes later, SWIM saw them metamorphosize through what SWIM pretty clearly recognized as stages of grotesque, mottling deterioration and it happened right in front of SWIM's eyes in technicolor. I saw little beauty in that experience. I can remember telling myself to just sit tight and it would be over in a few minutes. As has always been the case for me, there was no out-of-body experience. It was just awful. I cannot remember anything pleasant about it at all, contrary to some prior experiences wherein at times SWIM found comfort and awesome coloration behind SWIM's eyelids, but generally felt something quite sinister about the room SWIM was in (a little office cubby off my bedroom) upon opening SWIM's eyes. Salvia, on the other hand, hits me so fast I generally don't exhale before I'm gone. And by gone, I mean I can't hear or see my surroundings any more because I'm in Salvia land. Then it tapers off and again I can see and hear my surroundings but I can't quite relate to their cartoonishness and that blasted rolling vortex of color that envelops everything in its path and my body is unfolding to the tempo of a very loud thumping sound that I think maybe my heartbeat but I'm not sure and my body is unpleated to the tempo of that thumping and it is being pasted into the surface of what looks like the outside of a brick building and I think its a schoolhouse and I'm trying to see over the top of the brick wall but I end up being the surface of the brick wall and I can feel the pressure of the unpleating first in my face and especially in my mouth and then it spreads throughout my whole body. An incredibly intense body high, I guess you could call it. Any how with Salvia extracts there's no time to think about looking at my hands to see if they're mottlingly deteriorating or anything at all like that and there's no real ability to interact. And yet, oddly, I somehow have come away from these experiences with the genuine conviction that I am part of a universe of energy and that when I leave this body I will simply rejoin the energy field in some other form. Go figure. So. . . . in all honesty, I'm in the "hanging in there" stage, hoping for some improvement in both arenas. Ok so now I've re-read what I wrote so far and had an epiphany. Maybe I smoke too much Salvia at once and SWIM doesn't smoke enough DMT at once. Also, it has occurred to me on several occasions that I am not comfortable in the setting I am using. Further, SWIM and I do not feel comfortable using our respective substance when anyone else is present. In short, we have no one to sit with us. And you?? [/QUOTE]