eternal_symbiote
Rising Star
- Merits
- 899
Well, it was about 3 something in the morning and I had just gotten done admiring the incredible results from my first heavy-duty extraction, which I put a lot of love and labour into from some Acacia Confusa.
Now I'm a pretty adventurous person, and I never actually mete out a precise dose. I just kind of take the goo in whatever seems to be a comfortable amount at the moment and just smoke it and let it carry me away.
So I got some of the jungle goo scraped up and packed an indiscriminate amount in there because I wanted to completely blow my brain into bits and bytes.
Needless to say, I achieved that result and then some.
I sat down on the couch and propped my feet up casually, not wanting to be tense, and casually and rather irreverently vaporized the sizable chunk of golden, tryptamine rich tar and after what felt like a micro-eternity was completely dissolved.
Oh yes, "Me-I-Myself" was completely vanished.
And terror possessed me then. I was cosmically raped and torn apart like I was crossing the event horizon of a black hole. The full-spectrum nightmare goo was a wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey mess of abstract nothingness and swirling, intense colours, and I felt like I was drowning. I all but blacked out.
As I came back into something-ness, I noticed that looking upon myself, I felt like a child. I looked small and was confused and terribly upset. It was like a flashback into some childhood trauma that was ineffible in nature, and completely non-descript. I was just absolutely terrified.
Needless to say, I think I smoked way too much, and in the silent cosmic void, I was there, formless, nameless, and without a sense of self. I was what could not be otherwise describe as anything less than re-gestated, and violently spewed forth back into the world, and essentially re-aging back to my present-day self, all in the span of a few minutes.
The full spectrum of acacia confusa is certainly not your casual DMT with pretty colors and rotating awesomeness. It grips your very soul and squeezes it out.
It was a beautiful agony.
Now I'm a pretty adventurous person, and I never actually mete out a precise dose. I just kind of take the goo in whatever seems to be a comfortable amount at the moment and just smoke it and let it carry me away.
So I got some of the jungle goo scraped up and packed an indiscriminate amount in there because I wanted to completely blow my brain into bits and bytes.
Needless to say, I achieved that result and then some.
I sat down on the couch and propped my feet up casually, not wanting to be tense, and casually and rather irreverently vaporized the sizable chunk of golden, tryptamine rich tar and after what felt like a micro-eternity was completely dissolved.
Oh yes, "Me-I-Myself" was completely vanished.
And terror possessed me then. I was cosmically raped and torn apart like I was crossing the event horizon of a black hole. The full-spectrum nightmare goo was a wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey mess of abstract nothingness and swirling, intense colours, and I felt like I was drowning. I all but blacked out.
As I came back into something-ness, I noticed that looking upon myself, I felt like a child. I looked small and was confused and terribly upset. It was like a flashback into some childhood trauma that was ineffible in nature, and completely non-descript. I was just absolutely terrified.
Needless to say, I think I smoked way too much, and in the silent cosmic void, I was there, formless, nameless, and without a sense of self. I was what could not be otherwise describe as anything less than re-gestated, and violently spewed forth back into the world, and essentially re-aging back to my present-day self, all in the span of a few minutes.
The full spectrum of acacia confusa is certainly not your casual DMT with pretty colors and rotating awesomeness. It grips your very soul and squeezes it out.
It was a beautiful agony.
that scares me soo much lol. Also I can hardly contain my excitement.