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Rising Star
So SWIM got to a point where he had freeze precipitated 106mg of yellow stained crystals, maybe another 100 or so light yellow evaporated less crystalline clump and a pile of browner kind of clay.
Finally he gathered the nerve to test the fruits of his labor. The house was quiet with everyone else sleeping, he lit a candle and set up his "work space" with Shpongle's "Invocation" playing just to cover any house creaks and groans that might creep him out too much. SWIM had 15mg loaded up (a bit much in retrospect for what his intentions were, simply to verify activity) and reluctantly began administration at once hoping that it would work and also afraid that it would at the same time. Before he had even filled his lungs he knew that it was going to.
At first it was simply the onset of interesting visuals as he was holding his breathe then he felt it kick into a whole other gear, he exhaled quickly hoping to halt the process but it was too late. He focused on his breathing to try and ground and frankly refused to close his eyes, not that it mattered.
"They" existed on a tangent plane between sight. SWIM was aware of them, he thinks he heard them though he couldn't make out what they said, and he sort of saw them in the breakdown of geometric sight. They were not cute and playful little things, they were tall and looming over him, 3 or maybe 4 he says he doesn't really remember and says he can't really remember what their faces were like but thinks they were in like lab coats or surgeon masks...or were they fedora style hats and trench coats?
He remembers the music muting at times as if he were drifting away and then back lingering on the threshold. He was rather frightened to be honest but calmed himself with the notion that it would soon be over, just seemed like not soon enough.
He says something drew his attention to the right side of his head where he became aware of a cylindrical object on the same plane between spaces as the "others" was being inserted into his head. It wasn't painful and actually seemed less frightening than "them" just standing over him, at least now they seemed to have a purpose.
Shortly thereafter he realized that he had regained, or still had, the ability to move if he desired and sat up. The room around him was still very different than it normally appeared (strange textures, strange lighting, ceiling fans turning though they were off, all of which wanted to bleed out of a 3-D space and into a geometric configuration or pattern). For a moment he thought it was over despite the evidence that it was not and then became aware of the evidence again which was overwhelming. He decided to lay back down.
He said it felt like he slipped back out a couple more times and during this time he was aware of "others" they did not break through the pattern weave again. He says he thinks they knew he was a little scared and were maybe being "nice" at this point, like they had done what was intended for the moment.
He had started to calm down about what was happening and decided to close his eyes, there were CEV's and almost a notion of seeing through his eyelids and not being able to tell if they were closed or open.
A few moments more and he was aware of his heart rate slowing and the room returning to more of a normal "trippy" looking place and not just the geometric panorama. Suddenly he was smiling (more like a $h!t eating grin at having been "baptized) and though he was still shaking with what must have been fright he was happy and relieved to have undergone his initiation.
He cleaned up his work space and went to wake his wife to inform her of his experience. He laid next to her and it felt good to be in the warmth of something from this plane but was too invigorated by his experience and so now sips a glass of absinthe as he dictates his tale for me to transcribe.
He says that while it was undoubtedly scary as hell he has full intention of traveling again at some point. He thinks that now that the first time jitters and pre-flight anxiety has been dealt with it will not be so bad.
He also says that it was VERY similar to a previous mushroom experience where he had ingested enough to feel as though he were slipping out of mind/perception - only then it was a little more frightening as he thought he had maybe just fried himself - this time he knew he was "safe" just further than intended.
His utmost amazement at this point is the potency of the yellow spice and wonders how in the hell anyone could get a "third toke" in with this stuff - He's not even sure he smoked the entire 15 mg and got what he thinks was a borderline breakthrough.
Lastly he says he would love some feedback on his experience - anyone have anything similar?
One final note - He wanted to add that he didn't find the smoke to be all that harsh - of course SWIM is a smoker and has smoked a many a substance in his day - but he was surprised at how easily it was held considering what he's read.
In SWIM's regards
SYN
Finally he gathered the nerve to test the fruits of his labor. The house was quiet with everyone else sleeping, he lit a candle and set up his "work space" with Shpongle's "Invocation" playing just to cover any house creaks and groans that might creep him out too much. SWIM had 15mg loaded up (a bit much in retrospect for what his intentions were, simply to verify activity) and reluctantly began administration at once hoping that it would work and also afraid that it would at the same time. Before he had even filled his lungs he knew that it was going to.
At first it was simply the onset of interesting visuals as he was holding his breathe then he felt it kick into a whole other gear, he exhaled quickly hoping to halt the process but it was too late. He focused on his breathing to try and ground and frankly refused to close his eyes, not that it mattered.
"They" existed on a tangent plane between sight. SWIM was aware of them, he thinks he heard them though he couldn't make out what they said, and he sort of saw them in the breakdown of geometric sight. They were not cute and playful little things, they were tall and looming over him, 3 or maybe 4 he says he doesn't really remember and says he can't really remember what their faces were like but thinks they were in like lab coats or surgeon masks...or were they fedora style hats and trench coats?
He remembers the music muting at times as if he were drifting away and then back lingering on the threshold. He was rather frightened to be honest but calmed himself with the notion that it would soon be over, just seemed like not soon enough.
He says something drew his attention to the right side of his head where he became aware of a cylindrical object on the same plane between spaces as the "others" was being inserted into his head. It wasn't painful and actually seemed less frightening than "them" just standing over him, at least now they seemed to have a purpose.
Shortly thereafter he realized that he had regained, or still had, the ability to move if he desired and sat up. The room around him was still very different than it normally appeared (strange textures, strange lighting, ceiling fans turning though they were off, all of which wanted to bleed out of a 3-D space and into a geometric configuration or pattern). For a moment he thought it was over despite the evidence that it was not and then became aware of the evidence again which was overwhelming. He decided to lay back down.
He said it felt like he slipped back out a couple more times and during this time he was aware of "others" they did not break through the pattern weave again. He says he thinks they knew he was a little scared and were maybe being "nice" at this point, like they had done what was intended for the moment.
He had started to calm down about what was happening and decided to close his eyes, there were CEV's and almost a notion of seeing through his eyelids and not being able to tell if they were closed or open.
A few moments more and he was aware of his heart rate slowing and the room returning to more of a normal "trippy" looking place and not just the geometric panorama. Suddenly he was smiling (more like a $h!t eating grin at having been "baptized) and though he was still shaking with what must have been fright he was happy and relieved to have undergone his initiation.
He cleaned up his work space and went to wake his wife to inform her of his experience. He laid next to her and it felt good to be in the warmth of something from this plane but was too invigorated by his experience and so now sips a glass of absinthe as he dictates his tale for me to transcribe.
He says that while it was undoubtedly scary as hell he has full intention of traveling again at some point. He thinks that now that the first time jitters and pre-flight anxiety has been dealt with it will not be so bad.
He also says that it was VERY similar to a previous mushroom experience where he had ingested enough to feel as though he were slipping out of mind/perception - only then it was a little more frightening as he thought he had maybe just fried himself - this time he knew he was "safe" just further than intended.
His utmost amazement at this point is the potency of the yellow spice and wonders how in the hell anyone could get a "third toke" in with this stuff - He's not even sure he smoked the entire 15 mg and got what he thinks was a borderline breakthrough.
Lastly he says he would love some feedback on his experience - anyone have anything similar?
One final note - He wanted to add that he didn't find the smoke to be all that harsh - of course SWIM is a smoker and has smoked a many a substance in his day - but he was surprised at how easily it was held considering what he's read.
In SWIM's regards
SYN
