Pebble on the Beach
C r a c k B l i p T o o t T o o t ! ! !
SWIM've been away for a while due to busy schedule, so let him kick of by saluting his fellow Nexonians. Hail!
Great idea btw with this whole nursery thing, and since he's a todler in fairytaleland he'll put this up here.
SWIM called me the other night with a little story he had for me.
He had been playing around with low doses, 5-10mg for some while to get the feel of it all and woke up the day this all plays, feeling brave.
Setting was the same as all small time ventures he had took on in the past weeks: afternoon, closed red curtains giving the room a womblike aura. To clear the mind pre-meditation through concentration on breath was used (no TM, just something he picked up out of some old "Dummies" book on meditation he's had for ages).
He had a pipe loaded up with ~20-29mg (.01 scale) sitting next to him on the bed and felt jittery because of the enormous amount -compared to previous- wich was enveloped between the layers of ash. No amount of meditation could have eliminated that.
So... The pipe was lit, and the smooth taste filled his mouth and passed thick through his throat , much thicker than before and after a few seconds the buzz set in with wich he was already familiar with. The toke was followed up with a second one and the room began expanding, spherelike until it was just a sphere with nudges where the corner used to be. strange motion was happening underneath the wallpaper as if millipedes where franticly looking for a way out.
Maybe he took another hit, he's not sure anymore now but he knows he felt the uncontrollable urge to shut his eyes only to be greeted by a flurry of images, pictures of people being together, that flash on his retina as if they were shot out of a machinegun. The people were not clear, or maybe they're not clear anymore now. After that there's a hole in SWIM's memory as to what exactly perspired, he just vividly remembers a really large, mother of pearl face with a big nose and perky cheecks, looking at him in the right top corner of his minds eye throughout this second phase of the experience. It's a pitty he didn't remember more. He eased out of the experience watching the waterlike motion of the curtains, wich could well have been real due to draft, but he didn't care why it was, it was pretty. :d
Whas it a breakthrough? SWIM doesn't know as he is still learning how to walk, but from what he's read the chance of it being so is small. Maybe in the abbys of the second phase, but as it seems erased from SWIM's memory we'll never know. All I know is that SWIM is absolutely godsmacked and took all weekend recompiling his brain, smoking some of the finest grown herb in town and talking to a friend.
Godsmacked.
Great idea btw with this whole nursery thing, and since he's a todler in fairytaleland he'll put this up here.
SWIM called me the other night with a little story he had for me.
He had been playing around with low doses, 5-10mg for some while to get the feel of it all and woke up the day this all plays, feeling brave.
Setting was the same as all small time ventures he had took on in the past weeks: afternoon, closed red curtains giving the room a womblike aura. To clear the mind pre-meditation through concentration on breath was used (no TM, just something he picked up out of some old "Dummies" book on meditation he's had for ages).
He had a pipe loaded up with ~20-29mg (.01 scale) sitting next to him on the bed and felt jittery because of the enormous amount -compared to previous- wich was enveloped between the layers of ash. No amount of meditation could have eliminated that.
So... The pipe was lit, and the smooth taste filled his mouth and passed thick through his throat , much thicker than before and after a few seconds the buzz set in with wich he was already familiar with. The toke was followed up with a second one and the room began expanding, spherelike until it was just a sphere with nudges where the corner used to be. strange motion was happening underneath the wallpaper as if millipedes where franticly looking for a way out.
Maybe he took another hit, he's not sure anymore now but he knows he felt the uncontrollable urge to shut his eyes only to be greeted by a flurry of images, pictures of people being together, that flash on his retina as if they were shot out of a machinegun. The people were not clear, or maybe they're not clear anymore now. After that there's a hole in SWIM's memory as to what exactly perspired, he just vividly remembers a really large, mother of pearl face with a big nose and perky cheecks, looking at him in the right top corner of his minds eye throughout this second phase of the experience. It's a pitty he didn't remember more. He eased out of the experience watching the waterlike motion of the curtains, wich could well have been real due to draft, but he didn't care why it was, it was pretty. :d
Whas it a breakthrough? SWIM doesn't know as he is still learning how to walk, but from what he's read the chance of it being so is small. Maybe in the abbys of the second phase, but as it seems erased from SWIM's memory we'll never know. All I know is that SWIM is absolutely godsmacked and took all weekend recompiling his brain, smoking some of the finest grown herb in town and talking to a friend.
Godsmacked.
