So, i'd just like to share something with you that happened yesterday. If your impatient like me, scroll down to the [>>>Impatient Cut]
Swim has been building up for this one for a fairly long time, the anxiety can get a bit intense for him, so he really does smoke quite alot less frequently, but higher doses, he suspects, than other people on this site.
Anyway, this one was done in a freshly tidied bedroom, which was a nice and comfortable setting. swim searched around for some music, and found an ancient CD of his, his first real attempt at an album. Total trip down memory lane. When the rising elements of the first track (long time before he'd taken DMT, but certainly acid...) came up, he began to feel inspired instead of afraid.
Faithfull Glass pipe. Tinfoil balls for absorbtion. Gause. Sprinkle of high quality white-tan wax. (although it is wax, swim knows it to be very good quality from experience)
One toke!
Facing the bed, with its stripey bedsheets, it began to do a usual type of dmt thing, multiplying or rather, shaking in a way that makes it seem to be expanding, much like everything else in the room.
Feel slightly afraid, yet excited and in awe at whats going on in the room. one worrying thought permiates his mind: "Oh god thats the hit I needed.." and he also feels like a drug addict. But nonetheless, he knows he is not.
[>>>Impatient Cut]
One tiny movement to the right, and he sees some fairly half dying tomato plants. Swim was fairly concerned about those when was considering whereabouts in the room to sit and which way to face before tripping; He knows not why they're not doing so well. But anyway, its winter and he doesn't mind. They have a fair few dried brown leaves on them, but also alot of other growth too.
They are droopy, sort of like a weeping willow.
Anyway, next thing swim knows he finds himself forward about 2 - 3 meters, with his hands underneath the droop of the plants, and oh-my-god.
he exlaims: "Hey!!!!!!" as he sees the plants in a way he has never seen before. Drooping leaves of green and brown, become cloaks and hoods. Thin stems become goblin-like arms and legs, a whole colony of real, elvish elves of ancient.
Incredible.
One thought permiates his mind: "I actually met elves."
The rest of the trip is strictly personal, and probably not worth sharing anyway. The only thing in swim's mind now, is how utterly incredible that experience was. He PHYSICALLy met the elves, and the only thing he could say is "Hey!!", lol.
And also, how completely unreal and cartoon like the entities previously encountered were.. although in that form they communictated more emotion, and were more directly in contact with him.
Anyway, Enjoy.
Swim has been building up for this one for a fairly long time, the anxiety can get a bit intense for him, so he really does smoke quite alot less frequently, but higher doses, he suspects, than other people on this site.
Anyway, this one was done in a freshly tidied bedroom, which was a nice and comfortable setting. swim searched around for some music, and found an ancient CD of his, his first real attempt at an album. Total trip down memory lane. When the rising elements of the first track (long time before he'd taken DMT, but certainly acid...) came up, he began to feel inspired instead of afraid.
Faithfull Glass pipe. Tinfoil balls for absorbtion. Gause. Sprinkle of high quality white-tan wax. (although it is wax, swim knows it to be very good quality from experience)
One toke!
Facing the bed, with its stripey bedsheets, it began to do a usual type of dmt thing, multiplying or rather, shaking in a way that makes it seem to be expanding, much like everything else in the room.
Feel slightly afraid, yet excited and in awe at whats going on in the room. one worrying thought permiates his mind: "Oh god thats the hit I needed.." and he also feels like a drug addict. But nonetheless, he knows he is not.
[>>>Impatient Cut]
One tiny movement to the right, and he sees some fairly half dying tomato plants. Swim was fairly concerned about those when was considering whereabouts in the room to sit and which way to face before tripping; He knows not why they're not doing so well. But anyway, its winter and he doesn't mind. They have a fair few dried brown leaves on them, but also alot of other growth too.
They are droopy, sort of like a weeping willow.
Anyway, next thing swim knows he finds himself forward about 2 - 3 meters, with his hands underneath the droop of the plants, and oh-my-god.
he exlaims: "Hey!!!!!!" as he sees the plants in a way he has never seen before. Drooping leaves of green and brown, become cloaks and hoods. Thin stems become goblin-like arms and legs, a whole colony of real, elvish elves of ancient.
Incredible.
One thought permiates his mind: "I actually met elves."
The rest of the trip is strictly personal, and probably not worth sharing anyway. The only thing in swim's mind now, is how utterly incredible that experience was. He PHYSICALLy met the elves, and the only thing he could say is "Hey!!", lol.
And also, how completely unreal and cartoon like the entities previously encountered were.. although in that form they communictated more emotion, and were more directly in contact with him.
Anyway, Enjoy.
