Manula
Rising Star
Hello all, I think my first experience of smoking Changa will tell you a lot more about me than any list of facts about my life) I do not speak English well, so my statement may seem discreet. Just to lighten it up, I want to say that I'm very glad I found this forum and appreciate the atmosphere of your community. It's nice to know that there are so many brave and open-minded people out there.
I want to share my experience, I wonder if it was hyperslap, overdose or just convulsions of a frightened mind.
This was the second time I tried Changa. The first time I unknowingly did it without canceling the drug that blocks the 5ht2 receptors and took 1 breath. The experience was unpleasant, intense and short. After deciding that this experience was due to an insufficient dose, the second time I decided to take a good dose.
I had a friend with me to insure my body and the bong. I filled the bowl and managed to take 2.5 breaths. The world began to disintegrate into fractals on the second inhale. I remembered that I had experienced this disintegration many times in other altered states. I was told that I was sitting with my eyes completely open, but I could not see the world and received no signals from it. My world, my ego, the perceived and the perceiver, all disintegrated and torn into pieces, it felt like everything was infinitely disintegrating into primal elements and it was an endless wild meat grinder, there was no me, no memory of anything, only a wild whirling, intense and terrifying. Then there was oblivion. That this moment of oblivion was there, I realized, because I remembered very vividly the shock I felt when I came back again from oblivion into the meat grinder. There was still an aftertaste of peace, but the peace was shattered by this raging energy. I was completely lost, and disoriented, but the experience was so intense that there was no free attention to identify with anything, to single out at least one stable element. Then I woke up in the dark, and I saw the silhouette of a human face composed of white and yellow lights, and he was smiling and looking at me lovingly and saying, "it's okay, you're home. The sound of the voice was funny, cartoonish and kind. I was very shocked, scared, lost and disoriented. I had no memories, it was all perceived as the very essence, the only eternal reality. Then I recognized my spiritual teacher in this face, and I remembered with relief that there is not only darkness and wild whirlwinds, that there are subtle energies, light, love, and harmony in the universe. I reached for all this, and gradually the ordinary world began to manifest itself, and I remembered who I was and how I had come to be here. Across from me sat my friend. The picture of this world stabilized for a while longer. I asked him if he had talked to me, and he said he didn't. I tried to describe to him what I had experienced and phrased it as: "the horror of myself". He said I was sitting there with my glass eyes open, that I could see I was having a hard time, that there was a moment of relief on my face and then I was uncomfortable again.
I felt very easy and funny in that moment, glad to be back in that comfortable, stable world.
I was going into the experience expecting a Divine spiritual experience, and I got the agony of a disoriented overloaded brain, which made me laugh a lot. I still really want to experience light and harmony in a trip. It's scary to live with the knowledge that you'll end up in this wild whirlwind)
I want to share my experience, I wonder if it was hyperslap, overdose or just convulsions of a frightened mind.
This was the second time I tried Changa. The first time I unknowingly did it without canceling the drug that blocks the 5ht2 receptors and took 1 breath. The experience was unpleasant, intense and short. After deciding that this experience was due to an insufficient dose, the second time I decided to take a good dose.
I had a friend with me to insure my body and the bong. I filled the bowl and managed to take 2.5 breaths. The world began to disintegrate into fractals on the second inhale. I remembered that I had experienced this disintegration many times in other altered states. I was told that I was sitting with my eyes completely open, but I could not see the world and received no signals from it. My world, my ego, the perceived and the perceiver, all disintegrated and torn into pieces, it felt like everything was infinitely disintegrating into primal elements and it was an endless wild meat grinder, there was no me, no memory of anything, only a wild whirling, intense and terrifying. Then there was oblivion. That this moment of oblivion was there, I realized, because I remembered very vividly the shock I felt when I came back again from oblivion into the meat grinder. There was still an aftertaste of peace, but the peace was shattered by this raging energy. I was completely lost, and disoriented, but the experience was so intense that there was no free attention to identify with anything, to single out at least one stable element. Then I woke up in the dark, and I saw the silhouette of a human face composed of white and yellow lights, and he was smiling and looking at me lovingly and saying, "it's okay, you're home. The sound of the voice was funny, cartoonish and kind. I was very shocked, scared, lost and disoriented. I had no memories, it was all perceived as the very essence, the only eternal reality. Then I recognized my spiritual teacher in this face, and I remembered with relief that there is not only darkness and wild whirlwinds, that there are subtle energies, light, love, and harmony in the universe. I reached for all this, and gradually the ordinary world began to manifest itself, and I remembered who I was and how I had come to be here. Across from me sat my friend. The picture of this world stabilized for a while longer. I asked him if he had talked to me, and he said he didn't. I tried to describe to him what I had experienced and phrased it as: "the horror of myself". He said I was sitting there with my glass eyes open, that I could see I was having a hard time, that there was a moment of relief on my face and then I was uncomfortable again.
I felt very easy and funny in that moment, glad to be back in that comfortable, stable world.
I was going into the experience expecting a Divine spiritual experience, and I got the agony of a disoriented overloaded brain, which made me laugh a lot. I still really want to experience light and harmony in a trip. It's scary to live with the knowledge that you'll end up in this wild whirlwind)
Don't be afraid to use it!
