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Rising Star
Hello all, I come here with a bit of personal experience mixing DMT and LSD. To be short, I think the spirits told me not to do it again. For those who care, here's what happened.
Me and my girlfriend are easy going down to earth people who love nature, like to explore our minds, and have done psychedelics together many times. We had a bit of Lucy left in the fridge and set a date for when to do some psychonautical explorations together: This very evening I am writing to you in. So we spent a week preparing ourselves mentally and setting up our apartment to allow maximum comfort and minimal hassle: Fruits, juices, water, lights, pillows, music... everything was set up to be and has turned out to be the perfect environment for getting lost in ones own minds.
Enters the DMT... I had also made plans to try the spice for a breakthrough dose for my first time this evening, and had read someone say that it would go well with the Lucy. So once the peak quieted down a bit and I regained enough composure to load the machine I began knocking at their doors. First time was just perfect, nothing too spectacular, just a beautiful velvety sensation of being right at home and nice soft purple visions of softness.
Once this died down a bit, my girlfriend came back to me from the toilet and told me she hat just met God and she was all in tears and told me, maybe I'm ready to try DMT as well, i said yes you are, of course you are, so we shot her off to hyperspace.. and I watched her as she got lost in the otherdimensional realms for a bit then came back to me and said wow .. i just saw the universe be created .. so I got greedy and wanted to see for myself. Maybe this was my mistake? Anyway, I loaded the cannon with some more spice, then a bit more, set the flame to it, inhale.... . . . . . .
IJOEFHKAFSJBLAH BFLADNDSKNDABJKA ... i started speaking in tongues. At this point it was as though my head was cut open and the spirit? demon? started to do its work through me. This was a VERY extreme state to be in. I began spitting out alphabet soup: letters L, S, D. The spirits were displeased with me to take this molecule with me to their realm.
I violently moved the table away and began thrashing around on the floor of our living room: At the same time a little afraid I had made a mess but also unable to stop myself from doing this. I had to get out. OUT. OUT. OUT!!!! I ran to the kitchen, maybe peace there... NO! Bedroom! I threw myself up onto the bed, my body thrashed around all over the place as if The Puppeteer was just playing around with my puppet body throwing it around the living room. I began to fight it yelling NO, STOP, I GET IT, OK TURN IT OFF NOW! My fist was pounding the pillows probably trying to break the hold or something? Then at the same time realizing there's nothing I can do but ride it out. But it wouldn't stop. It felt like every second of eternity would be too much. I had to get out.
The black panther of the jungle then possessed my body. I took myself and what was left of my mind and RAN outside. Thankful that I knew there was green grass and fresh air within reach. For a little bit as I ran and felt the cool air around me, it got better, I wasn't at any moment in danger of harming myself but my body was still acting very violently. Then I collapsed onto the grass and just felt as though re-living every single moment of every life I have ever been at once and begging for it to just stop already and let me feel safe and at home again. The last of the alphabet soup continued to purge out of me, I spat out more and more letters... things.. from within me. I should mention that during this whole ordeal I'm reported to be both speaking in tongues and begging for it to stop and leave me be. It felt very lonely. It finally released its hold over me and I began wanting to see my sweet sweet girl again, and there she was, calling out my name and looking for me. She was scared for me and hoped I was okay, so I told her I'm never ever touching dmt again (yeah right) and that it had given me the lesson I needed for this life. I felt burned yet I was reborn. Full of energy and vitality again, fresh and happy to just have some sense over the world.
We came back to our place and she asked me are you alright? Yes, I'm perfecly fine, it was just a rough bit i went through there... then she told me her stomach hurt. Hurt? Yes it's very painful, I tell her to lie down on her back and she starts crying loudly and spitting out things as well. I move my hands across her body to sort of gently help the thing move on and let her be, trying to be as comforting as possible, then she says OUTSIDE! NOW! and runs just as I did before...
Now it's my turn to watch this same thing happen only from a different perspective. I go out to where I expect her body to take her and start looking for her.. it's a bit hard to hear each other as the auditory distortions make it hard to discern what's a voice and what is background noise... so i find her and she's spitting out things, letting out screams, and I quietly let her know just loud enough for her to hear, it's alright, its okay, you're home, you'll be normal again, just let it out, let it all out. This time it must have been way past how long the spice could work through us but whatever, right? I guess it took it's hold for as long need be. She never finished spitting out things before it was over and I think "it" is still in her. Probably a job that needs to be finished by Mama Aya.
This has probably been the single most weird experience of my life and even though I am not going to be ingesting these two substances together I'm grateful for the experience. Don't get me wrong, I love Lucy as she gives me a sense of "why well yes of course, All is One and You is I and We are Us, what is there not to understand" - she will be with me for the rest of my life. Yet she is a very mellow and forgiving one, I feel.. the DMT is much less subtle than that. Especially in combination.
I dont know how to wrap this up but thank you for reading all this and please share your thoughts or questions if I hadn't made something clear
Peace be with you.
Me and my girlfriend are easy going down to earth people who love nature, like to explore our minds, and have done psychedelics together many times. We had a bit of Lucy left in the fridge and set a date for when to do some psychonautical explorations together: This very evening I am writing to you in. So we spent a week preparing ourselves mentally and setting up our apartment to allow maximum comfort and minimal hassle: Fruits, juices, water, lights, pillows, music... everything was set up to be and has turned out to be the perfect environment for getting lost in ones own minds.
Enters the DMT... I had also made plans to try the spice for a breakthrough dose for my first time this evening, and had read someone say that it would go well with the Lucy. So once the peak quieted down a bit and I regained enough composure to load the machine I began knocking at their doors. First time was just perfect, nothing too spectacular, just a beautiful velvety sensation of being right at home and nice soft purple visions of softness.
Once this died down a bit, my girlfriend came back to me from the toilet and told me she hat just met God and she was all in tears and told me, maybe I'm ready to try DMT as well, i said yes you are, of course you are, so we shot her off to hyperspace.. and I watched her as she got lost in the otherdimensional realms for a bit then came back to me and said wow .. i just saw the universe be created .. so I got greedy and wanted to see for myself. Maybe this was my mistake? Anyway, I loaded the cannon with some more spice, then a bit more, set the flame to it, inhale.... . . . . . .
IJOEFHKAFSJBLAH BFLADNDSKNDABJKA ... i started speaking in tongues. At this point it was as though my head was cut open and the spirit? demon? started to do its work through me. This was a VERY extreme state to be in. I began spitting out alphabet soup: letters L, S, D. The spirits were displeased with me to take this molecule with me to their realm.
I violently moved the table away and began thrashing around on the floor of our living room: At the same time a little afraid I had made a mess but also unable to stop myself from doing this. I had to get out. OUT. OUT. OUT!!!! I ran to the kitchen, maybe peace there... NO! Bedroom! I threw myself up onto the bed, my body thrashed around all over the place as if The Puppeteer was just playing around with my puppet body throwing it around the living room. I began to fight it yelling NO, STOP, I GET IT, OK TURN IT OFF NOW! My fist was pounding the pillows probably trying to break the hold or something? Then at the same time realizing there's nothing I can do but ride it out. But it wouldn't stop. It felt like every second of eternity would be too much. I had to get out.
The black panther of the jungle then possessed my body. I took myself and what was left of my mind and RAN outside. Thankful that I knew there was green grass and fresh air within reach. For a little bit as I ran and felt the cool air around me, it got better, I wasn't at any moment in danger of harming myself but my body was still acting very violently. Then I collapsed onto the grass and just felt as though re-living every single moment of every life I have ever been at once and begging for it to just stop already and let me feel safe and at home again. The last of the alphabet soup continued to purge out of me, I spat out more and more letters... things.. from within me. I should mention that during this whole ordeal I'm reported to be both speaking in tongues and begging for it to stop and leave me be. It felt very lonely. It finally released its hold over me and I began wanting to see my sweet sweet girl again, and there she was, calling out my name and looking for me. She was scared for me and hoped I was okay, so I told her I'm never ever touching dmt again (yeah right) and that it had given me the lesson I needed for this life. I felt burned yet I was reborn. Full of energy and vitality again, fresh and happy to just have some sense over the world.
We came back to our place and she asked me are you alright? Yes, I'm perfecly fine, it was just a rough bit i went through there... then she told me her stomach hurt. Hurt? Yes it's very painful, I tell her to lie down on her back and she starts crying loudly and spitting out things as well. I move my hands across her body to sort of gently help the thing move on and let her be, trying to be as comforting as possible, then she says OUTSIDE! NOW! and runs just as I did before...
Now it's my turn to watch this same thing happen only from a different perspective. I go out to where I expect her body to take her and start looking for her.. it's a bit hard to hear each other as the auditory distortions make it hard to discern what's a voice and what is background noise... so i find her and she's spitting out things, letting out screams, and I quietly let her know just loud enough for her to hear, it's alright, its okay, you're home, you'll be normal again, just let it out, let it all out. This time it must have been way past how long the spice could work through us but whatever, right? I guess it took it's hold for as long need be. She never finished spitting out things before it was over and I think "it" is still in her. Probably a job that needs to be finished by Mama Aya.
This has probably been the single most weird experience of my life and even though I am not going to be ingesting these two substances together I'm grateful for the experience. Don't get me wrong, I love Lucy as she gives me a sense of "why well yes of course, All is One and You is I and We are Us, what is there not to understand" - she will be with me for the rest of my life. Yet she is a very mellow and forgiving one, I feel.. the DMT is much less subtle than that. Especially in combination.
I dont know how to wrap this up but thank you for reading all this and please share your thoughts or questions if I hadn't made something clear
Peace be with you.