MisterGypsy
Rising Star
First off, I'd like to use this thread to collect red spice experiences, rather than talk about my own. That said, let me share my experiences. Obtained: Xylene pulls after having extracted most of the DMT, unwashed. Taste: Barbecue sauce and a little harder to hold. Location: My domicle 1st: I was completely sober and loaded a smallish amount of extract into my machine, on clean steel wool. The extract contained neglible amounts of DMT, as it did not impact subsequent DMT use. There is a distinct difference between DMT and the red spice for me. When smoking DMT, I want to smoke as much as possible, but after a few puffs, I was completely revolted. The anxiety and intensity of DMT was not present, but it was very odd and frightening. It's flavor was a spicy barbecue sauce, which was more or less tolerable. The effects of it were much more subtle with an 'easing in' instead of a blast off. The room became twisted, a more grotesque version of itself, some out of Nightmare Before Christmas. It felt like a graveyard and that I was alone (in a bad sense), but then some beings started to appear. They were black, fuzzy balls of energy, about 1'5'' tall and 1' wide, with an aspect of children. They were quite friendly and investigative of me (like children). However, the experience made me draw up into myself and I was quite dissatisfied with the feelings. I would like to note that subsequent DMT use (30 min-ish later) brought me up to a BAD part of the 'city,' with clown (not jester/joker-ish) beings of intense negative emotions and ideas who did not like me at all. They also beat up my Guardian when he tried to protect me from them. 2nd: (Couple hours later) I'm traveling through their world now. I cannot interact with them and they are not aware of me, but I can affect their environment. There are no children this time, but solitary, lonely beings, living out their existence. They are oddballs, such as one being is a floating bust of an angry man and another is a pastel red colored 'cat' with a bejewled back. This land was not overtly unfriendly, but definitely an uncomfortable place to be in. A short-lived experience due to purposeful grounding. A few last notes: 1. This is much different than a DMT desire to not repeat. I'm very tempted to call it a hell. That said, I will be going back in a more positive environment. 2. There appears to be no cross-tolerance between DMT and red spice, as both had no inhibiting effect on the other. Tolerance didn't seem to build either. 3. I had a pretty down feeling after use, as well as a headache. It was very much the opposite feeling after DMT use. 4. There was no enlightening in the experience, or during reflection. However, if I did descend to a hell, I would like to devote my energy on this plane to not descending for good.