Bonny
Rising Star
After attempting to smoke/vape some impure spice, I ended up with some much nicer white crystals.
I gave up with 'the machine' (although I'm probably going to go back to it and have another go, see later for why).
I made a bong out of a powerade bottle and fashioned a bowl out of liquid metal (guerilla style) with a fine mesh screen to stop any falling down. Bong was loaded with a pinch of tobacco on the screen, the measure of spice (and all things nice) and then a generous pile on top to protect the spice.
First go: 50mg
Semi blast off in one deep hit (which nearly made me vomit). Swishing through a tunnel, comprised of the deepest black imaginable, with coalescing and growing angular/geometric patterns made up of vivid green or purple growing some countless individual nuclei. Began to gently feel them wrap around me, and became aware of two feminine entities (or at least lithe entities which moved with a feminine grace) present either side of me. I could mainly feel their presence, and the only way I could see them was by their 'fingerprint' as it were. Kind of like in the Predator, a slight blurring of their outline.
When I opened my eyes, purple veins were growing on the white stickers on my motorbike, growing in complexity with little organelles rummaging along inside them.
This showed I had 'landed' at least, and the spice was disco. But I felt I needed more.
Second go: 70mg
Took a deep hit and lay back with eyes closed, waiting for the onset. I could feel it rushing in, but something (and it felt foreign) possessed me to grab the bong and annihilate the rest of the bowl. I don't recall putting it down, I was catapulted.
Now, my recollections of the event are hazy and disjointed, so I cannot give a lucid description. But I no visuals were very similar to the first one. The same geometric patterns in the same colours on the same deep background. But these multiplied exponentially and rapidly. The noise of the outside world muted into a roar, and I later twigged it sounded a lot like the opening bar to the old school Doctor Who theme tune. I felt a lithe and supremely powerful entity examining me, and again it was like the Predator (cloaked, obviously), but more distinct. An out of proportion and featureless teardrop head perched upon a small body, with constantly gesticulating limbs. I was not scared, but I was in awe of his power. I then felt myself lose all contact with time, space, this reality and most importantly, my corporeal form in this reality.
Eventually my ego-death (if that is what it was) began to disturb me, as much as what was surrounding me was incredible. It felt like I was being split in to my component molecules, with only my consciousness surviving. I had to open my eyes, and reality began to spiral. My natural humdrum sorrounds, covered in exquisite kaleidoscope and looking like the ommatidium or facets of compound eyes, each a separate tone of colour in a diamond shape. I remember asking if it had nothing profound to tell me (ironically).
Eventually I recovered enough control to stumble out in to my garden, and as I scanned it I saw it through a fisheye lens, with all the colours merging to purple or green and shimmering and bouncing and vibrating. The contrast between different objects was incredible. And everywhere I looked at something up close there were the same purple veins from the last trip growing and bifurcating in time with my heart rate.
I was incredibly euphoric for at least an hour afterwards (if I had a quid for everytime I said 'Fuck Me/Mine/Fuuuuuuuck' afterwards I could go buy a GVG
Third go: 50mg
Hit over 4 bongs, somehow. Possibly screwed it up, dunno. Was left quite disappointed with this one. Filmed it, bottom time was ~8 minutes from onset of 'slump' to coming round and blearily lighting a cigarette and attempting to jump back in to it. Was bloody freezing all trip, despite 2 jumpers on. Which was distracting. Sound of birds twittering in the garden was also irritating, but the notes distorted in spice-space and were mildly odd. I was able to move and change my hand positions and such, and even got half way back in whilst smoking a cigarette at the end.
Vision itself may have just been there to refute my claim that my hyperspace was black, green and purple. This started off with luscious orange panneling, and became a discourse in spice-space architecture, which would rotate and stop occasionally (making me think I had hit something interesting like an ego-death again), but alas it was not quite.
Example of what I was seeing, but imagine as a discrete unit rotating in front of you, and mostly created from bright orange blocks.
Towards the end I got catapulted somewhere, or felt the beginning of it, and that actually (and perversely) marked the end of my trip. Very pretty, but quite dull. No euphoria afterwards, or particular inhibition to normal behaviour (I felt almost drunk after my second go, the amazingly profound one). I was however, bloody freezing for a good hour afterwards. Full trip time was 10 minutes. I'm not a thin bloke, and I run hot. Part of it is doing it outside in the UK (in shelter) as I live in a non-smoking house with zealous anti-smoking owner, but I really think there was some part of the spice that 'did it to me'. Which is odd.
Almost temped to bong 100mg for my next one, just to see like. Better to be scared then bored, right? Although what worries me is that I'll have an amazing experience, but the higher dose will almost wipe my memory. Perhaps it would still affect my subconscious? I deliberately waited a few days after my profound and magical 70mg experience to give my brain (conscious and sub) a chance to assimilate all it could of it and make sense of what was going on, why I grew scared, what I could do etc.
I gave up with 'the machine' (although I'm probably going to go back to it and have another go, see later for why).
I made a bong out of a powerade bottle and fashioned a bowl out of liquid metal (guerilla style) with a fine mesh screen to stop any falling down. Bong was loaded with a pinch of tobacco on the screen, the measure of spice (and all things nice) and then a generous pile on top to protect the spice.
First go: 50mg
Semi blast off in one deep hit (which nearly made me vomit). Swishing through a tunnel, comprised of the deepest black imaginable, with coalescing and growing angular/geometric patterns made up of vivid green or purple growing some countless individual nuclei. Began to gently feel them wrap around me, and became aware of two feminine entities (or at least lithe entities which moved with a feminine grace) present either side of me. I could mainly feel their presence, and the only way I could see them was by their 'fingerprint' as it were. Kind of like in the Predator, a slight blurring of their outline.
When I opened my eyes, purple veins were growing on the white stickers on my motorbike, growing in complexity with little organelles rummaging along inside them.
This showed I had 'landed' at least, and the spice was disco. But I felt I needed more.
Second go: 70mg
Took a deep hit and lay back with eyes closed, waiting for the onset. I could feel it rushing in, but something (and it felt foreign) possessed me to grab the bong and annihilate the rest of the bowl. I don't recall putting it down, I was catapulted.
Now, my recollections of the event are hazy and disjointed, so I cannot give a lucid description. But I no visuals were very similar to the first one. The same geometric patterns in the same colours on the same deep background. But these multiplied exponentially and rapidly. The noise of the outside world muted into a roar, and I later twigged it sounded a lot like the opening bar to the old school Doctor Who theme tune. I felt a lithe and supremely powerful entity examining me, and again it was like the Predator (cloaked, obviously), but more distinct. An out of proportion and featureless teardrop head perched upon a small body, with constantly gesticulating limbs. I was not scared, but I was in awe of his power. I then felt myself lose all contact with time, space, this reality and most importantly, my corporeal form in this reality.
Eventually my ego-death (if that is what it was) began to disturb me, as much as what was surrounding me was incredible. It felt like I was being split in to my component molecules, with only my consciousness surviving. I had to open my eyes, and reality began to spiral. My natural humdrum sorrounds, covered in exquisite kaleidoscope and looking like the ommatidium or facets of compound eyes, each a separate tone of colour in a diamond shape. I remember asking if it had nothing profound to tell me (ironically).
Eventually I recovered enough control to stumble out in to my garden, and as I scanned it I saw it through a fisheye lens, with all the colours merging to purple or green and shimmering and bouncing and vibrating. The contrast between different objects was incredible. And everywhere I looked at something up close there were the same purple veins from the last trip growing and bifurcating in time with my heart rate.
I was incredibly euphoric for at least an hour afterwards (if I had a quid for everytime I said 'Fuck Me/Mine/Fuuuuuuuck' afterwards I could go buy a GVG
Third go: 50mg
Hit over 4 bongs, somehow. Possibly screwed it up, dunno. Was left quite disappointed with this one. Filmed it, bottom time was ~8 minutes from onset of 'slump' to coming round and blearily lighting a cigarette and attempting to jump back in to it. Was bloody freezing all trip, despite 2 jumpers on. Which was distracting. Sound of birds twittering in the garden was also irritating, but the notes distorted in spice-space and were mildly odd. I was able to move and change my hand positions and such, and even got half way back in whilst smoking a cigarette at the end.
Vision itself may have just been there to refute my claim that my hyperspace was black, green and purple. This started off with luscious orange panneling, and became a discourse in spice-space architecture, which would rotate and stop occasionally (making me think I had hit something interesting like an ego-death again), but alas it was not quite.
Example of what I was seeing, but imagine as a discrete unit rotating in front of you, and mostly created from bright orange blocks.
Towards the end I got catapulted somewhere, or felt the beginning of it, and that actually (and perversely) marked the end of my trip. Very pretty, but quite dull. No euphoria afterwards, or particular inhibition to normal behaviour (I felt almost drunk after my second go, the amazingly profound one). I was however, bloody freezing for a good hour afterwards. Full trip time was 10 minutes. I'm not a thin bloke, and I run hot. Part of it is doing it outside in the UK (in shelter) as I live in a non-smoking house with zealous anti-smoking owner, but I really think there was some part of the spice that 'did it to me'. Which is odd.
Almost temped to bong 100mg for my next one, just to see like. Better to be scared then bored, right? Although what worries me is that I'll have an amazing experience, but the higher dose will almost wipe my memory. Perhaps it would still affect my subconscious? I deliberately waited a few days after my profound and magical 70mg experience to give my brain (conscious and sub) a chance to assimilate all it could of it and make sense of what was going on, why I grew scared, what I could do etc.
