Fatcat
Rising Star
This is my faint recollection of the first time I took a large dose from my own spice.
I have a very good friend, we shall call him B. I was over at B's house, with his friend, his room mate, and his room mates girlfriend. I had been planing on exposing B to the spice for a while, but I rarely see him anymore so I had to do it in front of spectators. We smoked a few bowls and I started explaining, to the best of my knowledge, what it was and why I thought it was so appealing (I don't talk with the same grammar I type mind you). I loaded some on top of a bubbler full of ashes that we already had smoked, probably 100 mgs or so ( I didn't have a scale).
I took the first hit, wasn't a very big one, but enough to get me to, for comparisons sake, the peak of a 4.5 gram mushroom trip. I passed it to B and his roommates girlfriend shrieked at the smell. We waited maybe 2 minutes before we took another hit, because we were both so giggly and happy that we just wanted to talk to everybody. Not after the second hit. I ripped the bubbler as hard as I could, and almost passed out from trying to hold the smoke in. I looked at the table and suddenly there were 9 bottles where there was once one. The TV started to melt in to B's room mate and I had thought I pissed my self. The next few minutes are a complete blank. I was later told that I said that I felt like I was dying in a very calm and content voice over and over. B's rm's gf (lol) was scared, I couldn't tell what she was saying, but I could sense her fear. then it goes blank again for another few minutes. When I originally thought that I had pissed my self it was just a little dampness in my pants, but when I briefly came back to reality the second time, it felt like I was sitting in a piss puddle and my whole lower half was drenched (which, thank science, was all a hallucination). Some time after that their dog started freaking out for some reason and B's friend started yelling at it. I could tell he was speaking English, and that I knew what the words coming out of his mouth were, but I had no idea what they meant when you put them all together in a sentence. I think after that I finally closed my eyes to see a man dressed in a wizards robe spinning with the classic geometric patterns spinning with him. Something scared me while that was happening because the next thing I remember is cursing you guys for ever helping me make such a thing. Then I opened my eyes and it was pretty much over. Just some tracers and the over whelming feeling of being reborn and being madly in love with every atom in the universe.
This happened a few months ago, when I first started making my own spice, but something told me to share it with you guys, so I did.
I have a very good friend, we shall call him B. I was over at B's house, with his friend, his room mate, and his room mates girlfriend. I had been planing on exposing B to the spice for a while, but I rarely see him anymore so I had to do it in front of spectators. We smoked a few bowls and I started explaining, to the best of my knowledge, what it was and why I thought it was so appealing (I don't talk with the same grammar I type mind you). I loaded some on top of a bubbler full of ashes that we already had smoked, probably 100 mgs or so ( I didn't have a scale).
I took the first hit, wasn't a very big one, but enough to get me to, for comparisons sake, the peak of a 4.5 gram mushroom trip. I passed it to B and his roommates girlfriend shrieked at the smell. We waited maybe 2 minutes before we took another hit, because we were both so giggly and happy that we just wanted to talk to everybody. Not after the second hit. I ripped the bubbler as hard as I could, and almost passed out from trying to hold the smoke in. I looked at the table and suddenly there were 9 bottles where there was once one. The TV started to melt in to B's room mate and I had thought I pissed my self. The next few minutes are a complete blank. I was later told that I said that I felt like I was dying in a very calm and content voice over and over. B's rm's gf (lol) was scared, I couldn't tell what she was saying, but I could sense her fear. then it goes blank again for another few minutes. When I originally thought that I had pissed my self it was just a little dampness in my pants, but when I briefly came back to reality the second time, it felt like I was sitting in a piss puddle and my whole lower half was drenched (which, thank science, was all a hallucination). Some time after that their dog started freaking out for some reason and B's friend started yelling at it. I could tell he was speaking English, and that I knew what the words coming out of his mouth were, but I had no idea what they meant when you put them all together in a sentence. I think after that I finally closed my eyes to see a man dressed in a wizards robe spinning with the classic geometric patterns spinning with him. Something scared me while that was happening because the next thing I remember is cursing you guys for ever helping me make such a thing. Then I opened my eyes and it was pretty much over. Just some tracers and the over whelming feeling of being reborn and being madly in love with every atom in the universe.
This happened a few months ago, when I first started making my own spice, but something told me to share it with you guys, so I did.
