I have just had a very..interesting..experience with spice. I will do my best to articulate myself so I hope I do a well enough job for some feedback.
I am a 22 year old male. I have considerable experience with psychedelics but have only recently started appreciating them in a real way. The night of this particular spice experience I had drank about 5 coolers, a pitcher of beer (throughout the night), smoked copious amounts of marijuana and then took a hit of weak acid late in the night.
I recently extracted some spice from mimosa using Norman's Tek. I did a lot of research to be sure I ended up with the right product. After freeze extract I got some very nice, clean looking white crystals and some dirty looking yellow crystals from evap. I smoked both the yellow and white a few times by myself and a few times with friends to allow them to experience it.
I seemed to have a very similar, sub-breakthrough experience every time. Starting with sort of woozy feeling head rush/light headedness. Although this head rush is consistant, my reactions to it are different. The first time I smoked, the head rush was neutral and seemingly had no impact on my trip. Other times I would be annoyed or nauseated which would overwhelm my enjoyment or even experience of the trip. After that the world had what seemed almost like a faint shadow faded in on top of everything I looked it. And a few times noticed that objects/areas would shift and twist as I focused on them. And then shortly after everything would fade to 'normal'.
My friends who tried never broke through either, and those could find the words to describe their experience seemed to have a similar experience to me. I tried a variety of methods of smoking to maximize efficiency to get a break through but the most intense experience was just a strong feeling of light headedness (which this time I was comfortable with) and some intense colors in closed eye visuals.
My last experience was unlike any other before, and unlike anything I have read about other peoples experiences. Please bare with me, as I tend to ramble.
Saturday evening I was out with my friend and brother. We had a few drinks at the bar and came home to my friend's house about about 2am. At 3am my brother fell asleep on a lazy boy style chair in the corner of the living room and my friend and I decided to take one hit of acid each. As 430 rolled around my friend was convinced the acid didn't work or was too weak (although this was his first time). I could feel a very minor affect, but was disappointed still. I suggested if my friend wanted to give smoking spice a shot. He was getting tired and also disappointed with the acid not being intense and ended up going to bed in his room.
I decided to smoke some spice a way I had never tried before. I packed a bong with a small bit of weed, put a dose of spice about a quarter of the size of every other toke I had taken, and then a bit more weed on top. I had never tried this method thinking that putting the flame so close to it would just destroy the spice. I smoked the toke and was hit almost immediately with the feelings of spice I was familiar with, and this time I quite enjoyed it. It felt like my acid kicked up a notch and I was thoroughly entertained by the new look of the fairly dark room I was sitting in.
Having been so calm and accepting of the experience I decided to try again, and since this method seemed to work most efficiently so far. I packed the same salad bowl style toke (with a slightly larger spice dose, although I never did properly measure).
After the previous spice feelings fully faded away, I smoked the next toke. This is where things get really, really, really odd.
The same feelings ensued, just as rapid and to the same intensity of the previous. I barely had enough time to secure the bong on the table. As I put the bong down I looked at the glass sculpture on the back of the bong of a jester face. Then instantly in the place of the bong was a sort of colorful post with a much more detailed and colorful jester face now on the top. I have fleeting thoughts of hearing "here we go!" in a high pitched voice, not seeing the Jester face's mouth move, but thinking it came from the jester face anyway. Then the post hinged in the center and the face snapped to 90 degrees and I heard a "GONG" sound, then heard what seemed like rockets and I remember thinking "guess when the jester switch flips I blast off, hmm, I must be breaking through". It felt like my mind was blasting off into what I was told and read to be "hyperspace" but my consciousness was lagging behind *just* enough to interpret it. Once I started thinking I was actually breaking through I was struck with this intense anxiety. And then bam! I was sitting in the same room, my anxiety vanished and the song I had playing in the back round controlled the mood of the trip. The song is extremely notable. It almost freaks me out to listen to now. The transition from smoking the toke to this point must of been all of 5 seconds but it felt like I experienced so much.
Now play this song while I tell the rest. It is very hard to describe my experience at this point. It was like I said, my consciousness was lagging behind the trip. So I was able to rationalize my trip. I was able to remember I smoked spice, that I was in my friend's living room, and that my brother was right in the chair in the corner of the room still. Slowly, all these aspects I rationalized faded, one at a time.
First I was intrigued to walk around my new world, so I walked over to the front door. Normally past the front door is a hallway to my friend's room and bathroom, but either the hallway was just a wall, or I just quickly assumed it wasn't even there and began to analyze the door. The door seemed to have some sort of lock that I assumed I couldn't figure out how to open. And then the thought of "I'm stuck in this space" came about so I was half thinking that I was still in my friend's house, and half thinking that I'm actually walking around a room inside my mind modeled after my friends living room. While still standing at the door, I looked at the body asleep in the chair. I had forgotten that the body was my brother as it now looked like a mummified humanoid, or faceless mannequin. This humanoid seemed to move around and make motions at me as long as I wasn't directly looking at it. It seemed like it was mocking me, but I didn't feel as if it was the humanoid with emotion, but the the room as a whole; as a game, playing around with me. It didn't seem to offend me at all. Mockery usually does. I walked back over to the couch and sat down. In retrospect I realize that the room looked completely different now, but I didn't seem to realize, or care. The dimensions of the room were the same, but the coffee table was clear, and the couches were sort of squared off instead of round cousins. The whole room looked like a room in a toy house.
The music at this point seemed to be part of the room I was stuck in. And if you're listening to it now you might be able to imagine how it could seem so mysterious. It sounded like it was the song for an intelligence game, or riddle. I started thinking that I need to solve the mystery, I need to think of a way out of this room. But this thought did not give me any anxiety at all, it intrigued me. I wanted to rise to the challenge of my mind. I looked around for something like shapes I had to fit into a mold, or a button to push so I could win. Then I started to trip harder. I started to see fractal colors and shapes, but couldn't really focus completely in it so I blinked and then "GONG!" The jester post switch appeared in front of me, switched, and disappeared almost like it was reseting me, or the game or something. Then the colors again, I blink, and "GONG!" It was like the room was trying to do something to me, but I kept fucking it up. I was now thinking with some rational again. Realizing I smoked spice I must be breaking through further, and I'm suppose to just "let go" or "give in". Although this looping had me start to get scared so I couldn't calm down to let go. Every time it looped the room was doing something like it was getting frustrated with me, and the mannequin would sit up, throwing its arms and letting them drop to its lap almost like saying "OMG..come on..it's so simple! will you just get it!" I look over at the mannequin and it sits back and stops moving causing it to rock in the chair, like my gaze disables it. So now I'm in a panic to solve the mystery and get out of the room. It loops a couple more times, making it really hard to concentrate on a solution and scaring me more. All of a sudden I conclude "Ill just go to sleep! If I just sleep in the room in my mind, I'll meld with my mind again." So I lay down on the couch. Slowly I see bottles, other bongs and various items materialize on the table..almost fading into existence. In my peripheral vision I see the mannequin shake like a wet dog which drapes the clothes and hair back onto what is now my brother again. I get the feeling "i figured out the mystery" and then immediately bolt to my feet in awe of the fact that this intense experience just happened.
Did I have a full breakthrough? Was it sub-breakthrough amplified by the acid? I did not think at all that you could walk around in a smoked spice trip. I did not think at all that I would be able to have as strong a rational thought process as I had having been dropped in such a strange world so vividly differently but familiarly the same as I knew it at the same time. Ridiculous thoughts from spice.
I hope you guys enjoyed my rant. Give me some feedback here.
I am a 22 year old male. I have considerable experience with psychedelics but have only recently started appreciating them in a real way. The night of this particular spice experience I had drank about 5 coolers, a pitcher of beer (throughout the night), smoked copious amounts of marijuana and then took a hit of weak acid late in the night.
I recently extracted some spice from mimosa using Norman's Tek. I did a lot of research to be sure I ended up with the right product. After freeze extract I got some very nice, clean looking white crystals and some dirty looking yellow crystals from evap. I smoked both the yellow and white a few times by myself and a few times with friends to allow them to experience it.
I seemed to have a very similar, sub-breakthrough experience every time. Starting with sort of woozy feeling head rush/light headedness. Although this head rush is consistant, my reactions to it are different. The first time I smoked, the head rush was neutral and seemingly had no impact on my trip. Other times I would be annoyed or nauseated which would overwhelm my enjoyment or even experience of the trip. After that the world had what seemed almost like a faint shadow faded in on top of everything I looked it. And a few times noticed that objects/areas would shift and twist as I focused on them. And then shortly after everything would fade to 'normal'.
My friends who tried never broke through either, and those could find the words to describe their experience seemed to have a similar experience to me. I tried a variety of methods of smoking to maximize efficiency to get a break through but the most intense experience was just a strong feeling of light headedness (which this time I was comfortable with) and some intense colors in closed eye visuals.
My last experience was unlike any other before, and unlike anything I have read about other peoples experiences. Please bare with me, as I tend to ramble.
Saturday evening I was out with my friend and brother. We had a few drinks at the bar and came home to my friend's house about about 2am. At 3am my brother fell asleep on a lazy boy style chair in the corner of the living room and my friend and I decided to take one hit of acid each. As 430 rolled around my friend was convinced the acid didn't work or was too weak (although this was his first time). I could feel a very minor affect, but was disappointed still. I suggested if my friend wanted to give smoking spice a shot. He was getting tired and also disappointed with the acid not being intense and ended up going to bed in his room.
I decided to smoke some spice a way I had never tried before. I packed a bong with a small bit of weed, put a dose of spice about a quarter of the size of every other toke I had taken, and then a bit more weed on top. I had never tried this method thinking that putting the flame so close to it would just destroy the spice. I smoked the toke and was hit almost immediately with the feelings of spice I was familiar with, and this time I quite enjoyed it. It felt like my acid kicked up a notch and I was thoroughly entertained by the new look of the fairly dark room I was sitting in.
Having been so calm and accepting of the experience I decided to try again, and since this method seemed to work most efficiently so far. I packed the same salad bowl style toke (with a slightly larger spice dose, although I never did properly measure).
After the previous spice feelings fully faded away, I smoked the next toke. This is where things get really, really, really odd.
The same feelings ensued, just as rapid and to the same intensity of the previous. I barely had enough time to secure the bong on the table. As I put the bong down I looked at the glass sculpture on the back of the bong of a jester face. Then instantly in the place of the bong was a sort of colorful post with a much more detailed and colorful jester face now on the top. I have fleeting thoughts of hearing "here we go!" in a high pitched voice, not seeing the Jester face's mouth move, but thinking it came from the jester face anyway. Then the post hinged in the center and the face snapped to 90 degrees and I heard a "GONG" sound, then heard what seemed like rockets and I remember thinking "guess when the jester switch flips I blast off, hmm, I must be breaking through". It felt like my mind was blasting off into what I was told and read to be "hyperspace" but my consciousness was lagging behind *just* enough to interpret it. Once I started thinking I was actually breaking through I was struck with this intense anxiety. And then bam! I was sitting in the same room, my anxiety vanished and the song I had playing in the back round controlled the mood of the trip. The song is extremely notable. It almost freaks me out to listen to now. The transition from smoking the toke to this point must of been all of 5 seconds but it felt like I experienced so much.
Now play this song while I tell the rest. It is very hard to describe my experience at this point. It was like I said, my consciousness was lagging behind the trip. So I was able to rationalize my trip. I was able to remember I smoked spice, that I was in my friend's living room, and that my brother was right in the chair in the corner of the room still. Slowly, all these aspects I rationalized faded, one at a time.
First I was intrigued to walk around my new world, so I walked over to the front door. Normally past the front door is a hallway to my friend's room and bathroom, but either the hallway was just a wall, or I just quickly assumed it wasn't even there and began to analyze the door. The door seemed to have some sort of lock that I assumed I couldn't figure out how to open. And then the thought of "I'm stuck in this space" came about so I was half thinking that I was still in my friend's house, and half thinking that I'm actually walking around a room inside my mind modeled after my friends living room. While still standing at the door, I looked at the body asleep in the chair. I had forgotten that the body was my brother as it now looked like a mummified humanoid, or faceless mannequin. This humanoid seemed to move around and make motions at me as long as I wasn't directly looking at it. It seemed like it was mocking me, but I didn't feel as if it was the humanoid with emotion, but the the room as a whole; as a game, playing around with me. It didn't seem to offend me at all. Mockery usually does. I walked back over to the couch and sat down. In retrospect I realize that the room looked completely different now, but I didn't seem to realize, or care. The dimensions of the room were the same, but the coffee table was clear, and the couches were sort of squared off instead of round cousins. The whole room looked like a room in a toy house.
The music at this point seemed to be part of the room I was stuck in. And if you're listening to it now you might be able to imagine how it could seem so mysterious. It sounded like it was the song for an intelligence game, or riddle. I started thinking that I need to solve the mystery, I need to think of a way out of this room. But this thought did not give me any anxiety at all, it intrigued me. I wanted to rise to the challenge of my mind. I looked around for something like shapes I had to fit into a mold, or a button to push so I could win. Then I started to trip harder. I started to see fractal colors and shapes, but couldn't really focus completely in it so I blinked and then "GONG!" The jester post switch appeared in front of me, switched, and disappeared almost like it was reseting me, or the game or something. Then the colors again, I blink, and "GONG!" It was like the room was trying to do something to me, but I kept fucking it up. I was now thinking with some rational again. Realizing I smoked spice I must be breaking through further, and I'm suppose to just "let go" or "give in". Although this looping had me start to get scared so I couldn't calm down to let go. Every time it looped the room was doing something like it was getting frustrated with me, and the mannequin would sit up, throwing its arms and letting them drop to its lap almost like saying "OMG..come on..it's so simple! will you just get it!" I look over at the mannequin and it sits back and stops moving causing it to rock in the chair, like my gaze disables it. So now I'm in a panic to solve the mystery and get out of the room. It loops a couple more times, making it really hard to concentrate on a solution and scaring me more. All of a sudden I conclude "Ill just go to sleep! If I just sleep in the room in my mind, I'll meld with my mind again." So I lay down on the couch. Slowly I see bottles, other bongs and various items materialize on the table..almost fading into existence. In my peripheral vision I see the mannequin shake like a wet dog which drapes the clothes and hair back onto what is now my brother again. I get the feeling "i figured out the mystery" and then immediately bolt to my feet in awe of the fact that this intense experience just happened.
Did I have a full breakthrough? Was it sub-breakthrough amplified by the acid? I did not think at all that you could walk around in a smoked spice trip. I did not think at all that I would be able to have as strong a rational thought process as I had having been dropped in such a strange world so vividly differently but familiarly the same as I knew it at the same time. Ridiculous thoughts from spice.
I hope you guys enjoyed my rant. Give me some feedback here.
