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I am in me
I will likely have the opportunity to consume changa this weekend.
I am excited, but also quite nervous. I know how intensely and fast the changa comes on, and so I wonder: even though I want to have a breakthrough, should I ease into it? Should I perhaps smoalk a tiny bit of changa to get in the mood, and then go for a breakthrough bong rip? I assume a breakthrough is unimaginable to me right now, given that I haven't even reached a waiting room experience. So, given the immensity, should I perhaps go for milder experiences first? I do wonder if those milder experiences may in fact produce more anxiety, due to the higher presence of my ego (and thus its fears and attachments). But I have no clue about this; I'm a newb! (I've been waiting for the opportunity to use the rather outdated but cute-and-derpy term newb for a while now).
Another, quite unrelated question; should I do it alone, or with someone?
I am excited, but also quite nervous. I know how intensely and fast the changa comes on, and so I wonder: even though I want to have a breakthrough, should I ease into it? Should I perhaps smoalk a tiny bit of changa to get in the mood, and then go for a breakthrough bong rip? I assume a breakthrough is unimaginable to me right now, given that I haven't even reached a waiting room experience. So, given the immensity, should I perhaps go for milder experiences first? I do wonder if those milder experiences may in fact produce more anxiety, due to the higher presence of my ego (and thus its fears and attachments). But I have no clue about this; I'm a newb! (I've been waiting for the opportunity to use the rather outdated but cute-and-derpy term newb for a while now).
Another, quite unrelated question; should I do it alone, or with someone?



That is, I am planning to trip outside in the forest, as that is where I feel the most comfortable tripping, as opposed to a locale where the uninitiated may arrive. People do hike, but not where I'm going; it's a dead-end in the forest that can only be reached by a long, gruelling hike at what my legs calculated (screamingly) to be a 90 degree angle.