Zig
Rising Star
My first changa batch just finished evaporating. 25% Calea 25% Caapi 50% Spice. I loaded up a nice big cone and got ready. The lights were dim, the room was peaceful with shpongle playing only dimly in the background, and i was ready to breakthrough. I have smoked the spice upwards of 5-10 times now. Mostly with other people, my roommates and such trying to spread the love.
Today was my day. I ignited my torch and vaporized. Long and slow. Took it in and in and in (A quote from "A new way to say hurray").
This time was different. I could tell immediately after the first hit. I ripped the bong as hard as I could, not even attempting to clear it. I held it in, exhaled and then cleared the bong which was a second massive hit.
All the walls, the ceiling, the furniture in my room, it was all replaced one by one. I was in a different room. It was a normal room, but most definitely not mine. It was open, and breezy. I could feel the presence of three "People" behind me, though i could not see them.
The room was very bright, a nice warm feeling, yet i was scared. I was inside what i felt was somebody elses mind. I could not help but think that i was not supposed to be there. I felt as if i had taken over another body while still inhabiting my own back in my room.
This new room was not alien, it was not even a scary place, just a regular room. I was a person, just a regular person....but not me. I laid there in fear that the people behind me would not notice i was there, and i was not the same person that was sitting there a minute ago. I wanted to see them, but the fear took over and i was just too afraid.
One by one, much slower then the onset my room gradually took shape. My walls came back one at a time, then my ceiling, then my furnature, and i gave the mind back that i had taken over for a short time.
I laid in my bed for about half an hour just thinking about the experience. I was disappointed in myself for letting the fear drive this very powerful experience, but i had learned a great deal. Maybe next time i can practice this popular act of "Letting go" but this time the experience was just too astonishing.
Changa is so far more superior then any of the other smoking methods I have tried...maybe a little too superior
I will need a few days break to think about this mind takeover and prepare for my next voyage. The spice takes me further in every time and just blows my mind a little further the more I try.
My experience was so astonishingly ordinary. It was a room that i could imagine visiting on a regular day. I was a person that i could imagine meeting in my day to day happenings. The hallucinations were so vividly real that i wouldn't even call it hyperspace, possibly just a trip to a friends house....except not only did i borrow a friends room, I also borrowed his consciousness
Today was my day. I ignited my torch and vaporized. Long and slow. Took it in and in and in (A quote from "A new way to say hurray").
This time was different. I could tell immediately after the first hit. I ripped the bong as hard as I could, not even attempting to clear it. I held it in, exhaled and then cleared the bong which was a second massive hit.
All the walls, the ceiling, the furniture in my room, it was all replaced one by one. I was in a different room. It was a normal room, but most definitely not mine. It was open, and breezy. I could feel the presence of three "People" behind me, though i could not see them.
The room was very bright, a nice warm feeling, yet i was scared. I was inside what i felt was somebody elses mind. I could not help but think that i was not supposed to be there. I felt as if i had taken over another body while still inhabiting my own back in my room.
This new room was not alien, it was not even a scary place, just a regular room. I was a person, just a regular person....but not me. I laid there in fear that the people behind me would not notice i was there, and i was not the same person that was sitting there a minute ago. I wanted to see them, but the fear took over and i was just too afraid.
One by one, much slower then the onset my room gradually took shape. My walls came back one at a time, then my ceiling, then my furnature, and i gave the mind back that i had taken over for a short time.
I laid in my bed for about half an hour just thinking about the experience. I was disappointed in myself for letting the fear drive this very powerful experience, but i had learned a great deal. Maybe next time i can practice this popular act of "Letting go" but this time the experience was just too astonishing.
Changa is so far more superior then any of the other smoking methods I have tried...maybe a little too superior
I will need a few days break to think about this mind takeover and prepare for my next voyage. The spice takes me further in every time and just blows my mind a little further the more I try.
My experience was so astonishingly ordinary. It was a room that i could imagine visiting on a regular day. I was a person that i could imagine meeting in my day to day happenings. The hallucinations were so vividly real that i wouldn't even call it hyperspace, possibly just a trip to a friends house....except not only did i borrow a friends room, I also borrowed his consciousness
