Been awhile since I've visited the forums and I just wanted to share my thoughts on this magical substance. I recently tried to revisit this place, but never seemed to want to go over the edge.
I've had this stuff in changa for awhile. Just sitting quietly in a jar for around two years. I've tried crystals first a couple years ago and it always seemed too intense to make it all the way. Kinda like I was being catapulted somewhere and I would just hold on to my bed. I always aborted it just like the first few times.
Fast forward to the present. Two years after my first attempts. I was hanging out with a long time friend, and I was enjoying my nice batch of squishies that I had just harvested. My friend is a long time pyschonaut and I mentioned that I had this stuff called DMT about the time my afterglow was in full effect. He seemed fairly interested after a long discussion about it not being anything he could've experienced before now. I was reluctant to break it out, but I assured myself that surely after two years this stuff was degraded. Boy was I wrong...
I watched him take a few puffs and he seemed to have a smile on his face. It must've been weaker I thought. So after a few minutes of getting my mind calm and ready, I took two gargantuan hits. Boom. The room that was fairly lit, blew up in size, light, and geometric patterns to say the least. Immediately, I knew this stuff had not degraded at all. I should've closed my eyes, because to me, the feeling I get is very sinister in nature, but I always forget to close them. With the sinister feeling, I'm afraid to close my eyes. I know I will see bad things even if I'm in a good state of mind like that night. The patterns I saw were awesome, but I get such an overwhelming feeling that I am unwelcome. Almost feels like I'm being bombarded with an enormous amount of bad energy. I was tipping over the edge and I abort again. My friend could see my distress, but knew not to engage me in any way.
But every time my friend experiences the "waiting room" and seeing entities in the distance, he seems overjoyed about what he saw. Kinda half-phased in hyperspace. This was when I decided that this isn't for me no matter how much I want to go to hyperspace. I will stick with my squishies because they are good to me and I'm good to them. We have a special bond. DMT is not good for me and it never will be...I accept that. I was so distressed I immediately made that decision. Although I still like to hear my friend's experiences. I like facilitating it, if someone gets joy out of it.
Sorry so long, I had to get that off my chest. Sometimes things aren't always the best thing for you. Listen and feel what's right or you'll definitely have a frightening experience. I'm not
trying to sway people away from the experience. Just listen to yourself when attempting to breakthrough and you be the judge.
Thanks for reading!
I've had this stuff in changa for awhile. Just sitting quietly in a jar for around two years. I've tried crystals first a couple years ago and it always seemed too intense to make it all the way. Kinda like I was being catapulted somewhere and I would just hold on to my bed. I always aborted it just like the first few times.
Fast forward to the present. Two years after my first attempts. I was hanging out with a long time friend, and I was enjoying my nice batch of squishies that I had just harvested. My friend is a long time pyschonaut and I mentioned that I had this stuff called DMT about the time my afterglow was in full effect. He seemed fairly interested after a long discussion about it not being anything he could've experienced before now. I was reluctant to break it out, but I assured myself that surely after two years this stuff was degraded. Boy was I wrong...
I watched him take a few puffs and he seemed to have a smile on his face. It must've been weaker I thought. So after a few minutes of getting my mind calm and ready, I took two gargantuan hits. Boom. The room that was fairly lit, blew up in size, light, and geometric patterns to say the least. Immediately, I knew this stuff had not degraded at all. I should've closed my eyes, because to me, the feeling I get is very sinister in nature, but I always forget to close them. With the sinister feeling, I'm afraid to close my eyes. I know I will see bad things even if I'm in a good state of mind like that night. The patterns I saw were awesome, but I get such an overwhelming feeling that I am unwelcome. Almost feels like I'm being bombarded with an enormous amount of bad energy. I was tipping over the edge and I abort again. My friend could see my distress, but knew not to engage me in any way.
But every time my friend experiences the "waiting room" and seeing entities in the distance, he seems overjoyed about what he saw. Kinda half-phased in hyperspace. This was when I decided that this isn't for me no matter how much I want to go to hyperspace. I will stick with my squishies because they are good to me and I'm good to them. We have a special bond. DMT is not good for me and it never will be...I accept that. I was so distressed I immediately made that decision. Although I still like to hear my friend's experiences. I like facilitating it, if someone gets joy out of it.
Sorry so long, I had to get that off my chest. Sometimes things aren't always the best thing for you. Listen and feel what's right or you'll definitely have a frightening experience. I'm not
trying to sway people away from the experience. Just listen to yourself when attempting to breakthrough and you be the judge.
Thanks for reading!

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