It was quite epic. I had gotten a couple hundred grams of acacia with the intention of brewing some Ayahuasca. A close friend and fellow astral traveler came to visit me and we got into a discussion of concentrating it down into a gel capable volume. After an in depth research session we felt confident enough to do an a/b with Naptha extraction.
A couple days later we had our white crystals coating my pyrex pan like some glorious gentle frosting from heaven's snow flakes. It had been some time since I'd tripped and I was super excited to try the grand daddy of all psychedelics, but also I had stirred up a ton of anxiety doing the extraction. You see, I am a veteran in the war on drugs and I spent nearly a decade in prison for psychedelics. Like a true believer of a religion, they could not punish my devotion away, but they sure could give me a hell of a case of ptsd.
We decided to freebase it instead of Eat it, and Since it was my idea I'd go first. I put on Divine Moments of Truth BY Shpongle which felt appropriate. I asked for guidance and if I should be doing shit like this again, then hit a good pile out of my dab rig.
POW!
I immediately find myself in a gigantic room standing infront of a massive inflatable snowman, like the Christmas decoration some old lady would have in her yard. It looks down at me and raises its arms and starts swirling then around over it's head. Rainbows erupted from its hands and it left an iridescent after image from its body as it moved around. I felt myself float up into the air and turn upside down over the snowman. He smiled at me and jumped into the air but morphed into a giant cartoon gloved hand giving me the thumbs up. It's all good! You're ok, just don't be dumb.
I came out of that with my eyes streaming tears of joy. I had my answer. If I don't deal or talk about it, I could safely keep myself supplied forever. What a beautiful thought.
