Hello,
After a 40 year hiatus, I have tried spice again. Of course, we didn't call it spice back then (Last exposure was 1968 at the Monterey Pop Festival) and no one that I knew had a concept of a breakthrough to what is now known as hyperspace.
This last weekend after a couple of tentative experiences I had my first steps into the other realm. The sequence involved vaporizing 35 mg which resulted in patterns and lights. My wife suggested that I vaporize some more while coming down, so I took another 35 mg. in one monster toke. Then kind of layed over and put my head in my wife's lap. Here is a brief description of my experience as dictated within an hour:
"It was like kind of seeing a ball of light in the distance that was kind of - resolved itself into a twirly mass that became a biomechanical worm which was changing. Then the worm undid itself from a ball to a straight shape and crawled along the wall. Then it was like I stepped out of a tunnel, was standing in the arch of a tunnel, looking at the worm as it walked along the side of the wall to my right and became part of the fractal decorations on the wall.
"Then I thought 'If there's a wall here, what's on the other side?' and I looked to my left and kind of up and saw a soaring, gravity-defying, architecturally impossible flying buttresses and domes, insides of domes, kind of gothic, alien-cathedral, constantly on the move.
"I noticed somethng to the left of the archway that I was standing in and against the wall that the arch was coming out of. I kept noticing people - that I finally came to the realization that were previous iterations of myself at different ages (seeing self as younger, bearded, in 20's, 30's, 40's, etc.). Then I noticed "the little people" in the brown trench-coats and bowler hats. I ignored them. We were not interested in each other and there was no interaction.
"And then 'The Voice of God' came . . ." saying "How do you feel?" Turned out "The Voice of God" was my wife, Pandora, not realizing that my stacked doses extended my peak experience longer than she expected.
Finally able to communicate, we were able with my memory and gentle probing to extract a reasonably good memory of the other world.
We went on later that day to take our first acid trip together in almost 20 years and had a great time.
Nemo Amicus
"The State says he's crazy"
After a 40 year hiatus, I have tried spice again. Of course, we didn't call it spice back then (Last exposure was 1968 at the Monterey Pop Festival) and no one that I knew had a concept of a breakthrough to what is now known as hyperspace.
This last weekend after a couple of tentative experiences I had my first steps into the other realm. The sequence involved vaporizing 35 mg which resulted in patterns and lights. My wife suggested that I vaporize some more while coming down, so I took another 35 mg. in one monster toke. Then kind of layed over and put my head in my wife's lap. Here is a brief description of my experience as dictated within an hour:
"It was like kind of seeing a ball of light in the distance that was kind of - resolved itself into a twirly mass that became a biomechanical worm which was changing. Then the worm undid itself from a ball to a straight shape and crawled along the wall. Then it was like I stepped out of a tunnel, was standing in the arch of a tunnel, looking at the worm as it walked along the side of the wall to my right and became part of the fractal decorations on the wall.
"Then I thought 'If there's a wall here, what's on the other side?' and I looked to my left and kind of up and saw a soaring, gravity-defying, architecturally impossible flying buttresses and domes, insides of domes, kind of gothic, alien-cathedral, constantly on the move.
"I noticed somethng to the left of the archway that I was standing in and against the wall that the arch was coming out of. I kept noticing people - that I finally came to the realization that were previous iterations of myself at different ages (seeing self as younger, bearded, in 20's, 30's, 40's, etc.). Then I noticed "the little people" in the brown trench-coats and bowler hats. I ignored them. We were not interested in each other and there was no interaction.
"And then 'The Voice of God' came . . ." saying "How do you feel?" Turned out "The Voice of God" was my wife, Pandora, not realizing that my stacked doses extended my peak experience longer than she expected.
Finally able to communicate, we were able with my memory and gentle probing to extract a reasonably good memory of the other world.
We went on later that day to take our first acid trip together in almost 20 years and had a great time.
Nemo Amicus
"The State says he's crazy"
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