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Last night my nephews second cousin twice removed took a dose of 1/4 oz of mushrooms with his wife. Just ate them like chips and went cosmic bowling. they had a great time (about t+2 into trip they left.. their ride was getting tired), once their "chauffeur" dropped them off at our house, my nephews second cousin twice removed was going in and out of his rooms, searching for something. What he found was spice, wonderfully pure spice that his great uncle Charles's brother in law had extracted (q21 SWIM
you). He packed a huge bong bowl with 1:2:1 passiflora/dmt/dagga, and waltzed into his space room. He and his wife then decided to turn on the gurgle fountain, turn off the lights, start a few candles, and relax. The bong sat ominously in the middle of the room while we waited for the perfect moment. It came at somewhere around t+6.5 (at this time he wasn't truly paying attention to the time, but his iphone is really neat when tripping)
His wife was the first to suggest a rip. He was the bravest, and with a deep, calming breath, he crouched lotus, positioned himself in front of a small drawing of a farm his wife had done some time ago (scratchboard is so much fun sometimes.) and carefully lit the bowl. The intenseness of it was incredible. He almost coughed. But he held strong, and ripped again, and then a final time. A carrier wave was planted inside his cerebellum, and slowly he exhaled his breathes. He was taken aback, as he was now starting to float off the ground, still in lotus. The scratchboard shook for a moment (honestly I think it was because he was breathing so hard) and WOOSH (L I T E R A L L Y) the darkness overtook his sight. The white scratched out house started to have color, and become larger, and larger, until he could almost stand in it. There was someone in the kitchen cooking some odd stew, he was not able to control himself to the pot, Though he would've like to take a look at what was cooking. He lifted further still, the house disappearing, and clouds starting to form, being scratched away like a painting. The colors behind the darkness again were almost blinding. He touched a cloud, and closed his eyes, almost crying from the beauty all around and inside his eyelids.
When his eyes opened, he was starting a wall, with a small picture of a scratched out farm house, slowly rocking from the wind of his breathing. it was t+7.5 or abouts. It had been almost a complete hour, and felt like moments.
His wife was next. She has only done spice a handful of times, and was quite nervous to try while influenced by psylly. But she didnt hesitate. She lit the bowl, complacent in the fact that she would not be inside this world. He sat watching as she toked 1...2......3. At the last she almost threw the peice at him, and exhaled with some smoke. She looked at him fearful at first, then calmed, overwhelmingly calmed, and was quiet, laying back on the giant floor pillows, staring at the glow in the dark, star specked ceiling. Once she had returned (mush was wearing thin on my nephews second cousin twice removed) she described to him where she had gone:
Once her first breath had been taken after exhaling, she didnt remember putting on a scared face. She remembers seeing him, and becoming calm, knowing he would be there the whole time. She hadnt remembered leaning backwards, but she did remember the stars. Her mind had placed her on a empty planet, looking devoid of sentient life, say for herself and a being of the unknown. She was able to walk to him (he was surprised it was a him) and noticed a certain familiarity. It was her entity from prior dmt trips (bear in mind her last travel was over 1 1/2 years ago, she is very special occasionny with spice). It bore a resemblance to 3 different things, a bright green smoke filled him, translucent "skin" with no veins, heart, or lungs, but a voicebox (she actually mentioned that the entity's voicebox looked like a toy she used to play with as a child, a jack in the box without the windy thing) eyes that had no connection to a brain that was not inside but above the body.
Here she stood on a greenscaped land, with this Thing. then it spoke to her, undistinguished voices coming from left and right and above and below. She looked down and saw she was no longer standin on the planet, but near a star cluster, and nebula. Her last vision was of this nebula, twirling slowly catching dust and stars, the entity nowhere to be seen. She returned and sat up.
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He wrote down more, but cant read his handwriting, He'll have to try to decrypt it some other time. He and She were able to take quite a few more tokes from the bowl, but never broke through as hard, or as long. He wasnt able to break through at all, his mushies were done at t+9.5 hers at t+11. They stayed up and played with their patterns, she painted, he watched.
Just thought I'd post it, since my nephews cousin twice removed isnt apart of the forum ~.o
you). He packed a huge bong bowl with 1:2:1 passiflora/dmt/dagga, and waltzed into his space room. He and his wife then decided to turn on the gurgle fountain, turn off the lights, start a few candles, and relax. The bong sat ominously in the middle of the room while we waited for the perfect moment. It came at somewhere around t+6.5 (at this time he wasn't truly paying attention to the time, but his iphone is really neat when tripping)His wife was the first to suggest a rip. He was the bravest, and with a deep, calming breath, he crouched lotus, positioned himself in front of a small drawing of a farm his wife had done some time ago (scratchboard is so much fun sometimes.) and carefully lit the bowl. The intenseness of it was incredible. He almost coughed. But he held strong, and ripped again, and then a final time. A carrier wave was planted inside his cerebellum, and slowly he exhaled his breathes. He was taken aback, as he was now starting to float off the ground, still in lotus. The scratchboard shook for a moment (honestly I think it was because he was breathing so hard) and WOOSH (L I T E R A L L Y) the darkness overtook his sight. The white scratched out house started to have color, and become larger, and larger, until he could almost stand in it. There was someone in the kitchen cooking some odd stew, he was not able to control himself to the pot, Though he would've like to take a look at what was cooking. He lifted further still, the house disappearing, and clouds starting to form, being scratched away like a painting. The colors behind the darkness again were almost blinding. He touched a cloud, and closed his eyes, almost crying from the beauty all around and inside his eyelids.
When his eyes opened, he was starting a wall, with a small picture of a scratched out farm house, slowly rocking from the wind of his breathing. it was t+7.5 or abouts. It had been almost a complete hour, and felt like moments.
His wife was next. She has only done spice a handful of times, and was quite nervous to try while influenced by psylly. But she didnt hesitate. She lit the bowl, complacent in the fact that she would not be inside this world. He sat watching as she toked 1...2......3. At the last she almost threw the peice at him, and exhaled with some smoke. She looked at him fearful at first, then calmed, overwhelmingly calmed, and was quiet, laying back on the giant floor pillows, staring at the glow in the dark, star specked ceiling. Once she had returned (mush was wearing thin on my nephews second cousin twice removed) she described to him where she had gone:
Once her first breath had been taken after exhaling, she didnt remember putting on a scared face. She remembers seeing him, and becoming calm, knowing he would be there the whole time. She hadnt remembered leaning backwards, but she did remember the stars. Her mind had placed her on a empty planet, looking devoid of sentient life, say for herself and a being of the unknown. She was able to walk to him (he was surprised it was a him) and noticed a certain familiarity. It was her entity from prior dmt trips (bear in mind her last travel was over 1 1/2 years ago, she is very special occasionny with spice). It bore a resemblance to 3 different things, a bright green smoke filled him, translucent "skin" with no veins, heart, or lungs, but a voicebox (she actually mentioned that the entity's voicebox looked like a toy she used to play with as a child, a jack in the box without the windy thing) eyes that had no connection to a brain that was not inside but above the body.
Here she stood on a greenscaped land, with this Thing. then it spoke to her, undistinguished voices coming from left and right and above and below. She looked down and saw she was no longer standin on the planet, but near a star cluster, and nebula. Her last vision was of this nebula, twirling slowly catching dust and stars, the entity nowhere to be seen. She returned and sat up.
- - - - - - ------- --- - - --- ---- - - - --
He wrote down more, but cant read his handwriting, He'll have to try to decrypt it some other time. He and She were able to take quite a few more tokes from the bowl, but never broke through as hard, or as long. He wasnt able to break through at all, his mushies were done at t+9.5 hers at t+11. They stayed up and played with their patterns, she painted, he watched.
Just thought I'd post it, since my nephews cousin twice removed isnt apart of the forum ~.o