A few weeks ago I did a STB extraction on some mimosa.
(For those in the UK, Bartoline Low Odour Premium White Spirit works a treat for freeze precipitation.)
Got maybe a gram and a half of nearly pure white crystals. Was chuffed at the results!
Until now it had just been sitting in a drawer, waiting for when I felt the "right time" came. As I have had a couple of bad experiences on mushrooms (one uncomfortable, one downright terrifying) I was quite nervous. Seeing as DMT is a tryptamine like psilocin I assumed that it could give similar negative experiences.
But earlier today I had the spare time to try a single hit. Was a strange body load, the same weak sort of cold feeling that I get from mushrooms. Not much in the way of hallucinations or insight. It felt quite a bit like nitrous, though not as warm and comforting.
For the next few hours, there was an irresistable pull to try a breakthrough dose. The first dose had washed anyway any nerves, as if the substance was trying to tell me there is nothing to be worried about.
Anyway, I loaded 2 bongs, one with a medium hit like the first one, and the other with a much bigger hit. I can't really give an estimate to actual dose. I sandwiched the spice inbetween two thin layers of vaped MJ (better than fresh MJ, as it isn't psychoactive).
Did the first hit, and felt the wave of physical pleasure I had experienced earlier. As I picked up the other bong to do the 2nd hit, I was already pretty far out. I remember blowing out the 2nd hit. Vaguely....
I was catapulted through a tunnel of fractal like visions (the only thing my mind could come up with was - hmmm, looks like a Tool album). It was almost literally a sensation of taking off.
Then I was in this void. I could see a sort of golden temple. Everything was made up of code. There was a figure hunched over in front of me and I was watching from above. This scene kept repeating itself.
I can't remember most of the visuals, but the one thing that sticks out in my mind was when I thought (mistakenly) that the trip was over. Just before I opened my eyes a pale figure was climbing out of a box. I don't quite know what to make of it. At the time, I kind of just ignored it but everytime I think of that figure now it sends shivers down my spine.
With eyes open, everything was buzzing with vibrations, and I was laughing almost uncontrollably. There was a gentle ride back to reality, with a few false horizons (I would think "Hey, I'm sober again" only to fall completely back into the void)
The euphoria from spice is incredible! Nicer than any opiate.
Now, maybe an hour later, I still feel fantastic. I feel ridiculous for worrying before.
There is a huge sense that it needs further exploring. I feel that everything was going by so fast I couldn't make much sense of it. Though it felt so important..
I felt so calm, and so happy. There was nothing in the world that I could possibly worry about. Though it wasn't the burned-out bliss I am used to from opiates. It was a genuine, honest happiness.
If there's one thing I felt was the most amazing about spice is the clarity of thought. The whole time I was TOTALLY sober mentally. Not like the confusing, intoxicating world of mushrooms.
The one thing I found unpleasant was how I still feel quite cold. Cold and weak.
I'm pretty sure I've rambled for a while, but I just needed to get this out. I don't even care if anyone reads it.
I look forward to being a part of this community! The experience really needs to be shared, and discussed.
I'm still not signed up to any of McKenna's theories though :lol:
(For those in the UK, Bartoline Low Odour Premium White Spirit works a treat for freeze precipitation.)
Got maybe a gram and a half of nearly pure white crystals. Was chuffed at the results!
Until now it had just been sitting in a drawer, waiting for when I felt the "right time" came. As I have had a couple of bad experiences on mushrooms (one uncomfortable, one downright terrifying) I was quite nervous. Seeing as DMT is a tryptamine like psilocin I assumed that it could give similar negative experiences.
But earlier today I had the spare time to try a single hit. Was a strange body load, the same weak sort of cold feeling that I get from mushrooms. Not much in the way of hallucinations or insight. It felt quite a bit like nitrous, though not as warm and comforting.
For the next few hours, there was an irresistable pull to try a breakthrough dose. The first dose had washed anyway any nerves, as if the substance was trying to tell me there is nothing to be worried about.
Anyway, I loaded 2 bongs, one with a medium hit like the first one, and the other with a much bigger hit. I can't really give an estimate to actual dose. I sandwiched the spice inbetween two thin layers of vaped MJ (better than fresh MJ, as it isn't psychoactive).
Did the first hit, and felt the wave of physical pleasure I had experienced earlier. As I picked up the other bong to do the 2nd hit, I was already pretty far out. I remember blowing out the 2nd hit. Vaguely....
I was catapulted through a tunnel of fractal like visions (the only thing my mind could come up with was - hmmm, looks like a Tool album). It was almost literally a sensation of taking off.
Then I was in this void. I could see a sort of golden temple. Everything was made up of code. There was a figure hunched over in front of me and I was watching from above. This scene kept repeating itself.
I can't remember most of the visuals, but the one thing that sticks out in my mind was when I thought (mistakenly) that the trip was over. Just before I opened my eyes a pale figure was climbing out of a box. I don't quite know what to make of it. At the time, I kind of just ignored it but everytime I think of that figure now it sends shivers down my spine.
With eyes open, everything was buzzing with vibrations, and I was laughing almost uncontrollably. There was a gentle ride back to reality, with a few false horizons (I would think "Hey, I'm sober again" only to fall completely back into the void)
The euphoria from spice is incredible! Nicer than any opiate.
Now, maybe an hour later, I still feel fantastic. I feel ridiculous for worrying before.
There is a huge sense that it needs further exploring. I feel that everything was going by so fast I couldn't make much sense of it. Though it felt so important..
I felt so calm, and so happy. There was nothing in the world that I could possibly worry about. Though it wasn't the burned-out bliss I am used to from opiates. It was a genuine, honest happiness.
If there's one thing I felt was the most amazing about spice is the clarity of thought. The whole time I was TOTALLY sober mentally. Not like the confusing, intoxicating world of mushrooms.
The one thing I found unpleasant was how I still feel quite cold. Cold and weak.
I'm pretty sure I've rambled for a while, but I just needed to get this out. I don't even care if anyone reads it.
I look forward to being a part of this community! The experience really needs to be shared, and discussed.
I'm still not signed up to any of McKenna's theories though :lol:
