quantagy
Rising Star
My friend Ted reported this to me about his launch last night....to make it easier I'll just retell it in the first person....
Last night I took about 25g from a regular glass piece. Setting was the living room of my condo, silent darkness. Set: very much "on a whim", for I hadn't been planning on launching and the thought just kind of popped in there so I went with it. Normally, there is much more mental preparation involved for me.
After the first hit I could feel the onrush of impossible pressure and speed charging upwards through my abdomen, and an otherwordly "buzzing" had begun in my head. I barely got a full second hit before I began slipping completely out of focus, and clumsly put down the pipe before crashing back into the couch.
Immediately I was in a room. I always know it's a "room" when absent is the rushing speed feeling (my first few trips were almost nothing but rushing speed and fractals). This room was entirely constructed out of multi-colored, moving puzzle pieces that while sharply defined and hard edged, were also utterly fluid in their composition and movement. In the center of this room, constructed entirely of the pieces was a clear machine of sorts, that actually upon reflection very much resembled a kind of meat grinder. The very contours of the rooms itself were caught up in a loop of sorts that both entered and was produced out of the machine. As the puzzle pieces turned, or flipped, the space between them would crack open and reveal slivers of scenes of everyday reality--I both simultaenously knew and didn't know everything I saw.
What struck me about this experience was that once I realized that I too, was a puzzle piece, I suddenly felt my own consciousness as well as my physical self flip, turn, whirl, etc....I was a part of this room's textured surface, and upon understanding this my ego was completely obliterated as I was at once my wife, my daughter, my best friend, my parents, the people next door, and on and on....
There was a palapable sense of returning to the cosmic swirlpool of eternal energy.
What threw me from this trip was how "physical" it felt. Normally with spice, as out there as the visual experience is, I feel as though I'm watching it versus actually being a part of it. This being a part of it, honestly, smacked of the Salvia experience for me.
Curious to hear other's experience with this, and if anyone else had come across any puzzle places out there....
Last night I took about 25g from a regular glass piece. Setting was the living room of my condo, silent darkness. Set: very much "on a whim", for I hadn't been planning on launching and the thought just kind of popped in there so I went with it. Normally, there is much more mental preparation involved for me.
After the first hit I could feel the onrush of impossible pressure and speed charging upwards through my abdomen, and an otherwordly "buzzing" had begun in my head. I barely got a full second hit before I began slipping completely out of focus, and clumsly put down the pipe before crashing back into the couch.
Immediately I was in a room. I always know it's a "room" when absent is the rushing speed feeling (my first few trips were almost nothing but rushing speed and fractals). This room was entirely constructed out of multi-colored, moving puzzle pieces that while sharply defined and hard edged, were also utterly fluid in their composition and movement. In the center of this room, constructed entirely of the pieces was a clear machine of sorts, that actually upon reflection very much resembled a kind of meat grinder. The very contours of the rooms itself were caught up in a loop of sorts that both entered and was produced out of the machine. As the puzzle pieces turned, or flipped, the space between them would crack open and reveal slivers of scenes of everyday reality--I both simultaenously knew and didn't know everything I saw.
What struck me about this experience was that once I realized that I too, was a puzzle piece, I suddenly felt my own consciousness as well as my physical self flip, turn, whirl, etc....I was a part of this room's textured surface, and upon understanding this my ego was completely obliterated as I was at once my wife, my daughter, my best friend, my parents, the people next door, and on and on....
There was a palapable sense of returning to the cosmic swirlpool of eternal energy.
What threw me from this trip was how "physical" it felt. Normally with spice, as out there as the visual experience is, I feel as though I'm watching it versus actually being a part of it. This being a part of it, honestly, smacked of the Salvia experience for me.
Curious to hear other's experience with this, and if anyone else had come across any puzzle places out there....
