First two experiences with spice last night and this is what can be relayed:
1st Attempt - Got one good long hit in with the GVG and everything in the sensory field started buzzing , dissolving and becoming "transparent". Was somehow able to watch a second hit take place as if in a vague dream before an undulating, flowing, geometric vista was all there was. Accompanying the flow in perfect time, was a strange alien humming/singing. "Me" and associated thoughts were simultaneously scattered about while there was an attempt taking place to string them back to coherency. Eventually, the eyes came open to an especially vibrant and still shimmering "normal" reality and I looked at my traveling partner only able to get out a bemused WTF.
2nd Attempt - After one hour and my friends first go, two more good GVG hits seemed to take place before the whole universe and all its attributes to include time exploded.
"I" was back once again in pure unborn creative potential. It was perfectly clear and obviously familiar that the entire "normal" experience in which I apparently now type this report is a complete fabrication. An eternal game obviously taking place for the amusement of the infinitely dynamic and intelligent energy that's all that is. When conceptualization of this was able to form, the Architect's room from the Matrix movie series was among the image flashes. This was definitely not new and had been recognized before within the fabricated story line. One of the previoustimes, the "me" character had "accidently" eaten way too many psilocybin mushrooms many years ago. What was the story this time? Oh yes, the story starts reasserting itself, a substance called DMT had been smoked. Bits and pieces of the story timeline leading up to the recognition start flashing to include the wife saying, "Have a nice trip" as I head out the door to make an apparent drive to the friend's house where the smoking is to take place. HOW Convenient! Of course, "they" were all in on it in the story because "they" are really the same dynamic energy as "me" which has now make it's timeless wakeup call "once again". A strong feeling of amusement, gratitude, and love flashes for the beauty, oneness, and wonder of it all. A return in earnest to the storyline starts taking place, but the timeless perspective lingers for a while. The eyes are opened to see the "friend" in "the room" with a knowing smirk on his face nodding. The thought forms, "yes, we will continue to play this game endlessly won't we, my friend of infinite faces". Back to the game! Eventually the fabrication completely reasserts it's hold and the revelation becomes a distant fleeting memory. A deep sense of loss and longing that seems associated with the poignancy of it all settles in for a while, but ultimately equanimity takes hold as the game is once again accepted. Till next time.....
1st Attempt - Got one good long hit in with the GVG and everything in the sensory field started buzzing , dissolving and becoming "transparent". Was somehow able to watch a second hit take place as if in a vague dream before an undulating, flowing, geometric vista was all there was. Accompanying the flow in perfect time, was a strange alien humming/singing. "Me" and associated thoughts were simultaneously scattered about while there was an attempt taking place to string them back to coherency. Eventually, the eyes came open to an especially vibrant and still shimmering "normal" reality and I looked at my traveling partner only able to get out a bemused WTF.
2nd Attempt - After one hour and my friends first go, two more good GVG hits seemed to take place before the whole universe and all its attributes to include time exploded.
"I" was back once again in pure unborn creative potential. It was perfectly clear and obviously familiar that the entire "normal" experience in which I apparently now type this report is a complete fabrication. An eternal game obviously taking place for the amusement of the infinitely dynamic and intelligent energy that's all that is. When conceptualization of this was able to form, the Architect's room from the Matrix movie series was among the image flashes. This was definitely not new and had been recognized before within the fabricated story line. One of the previoustimes, the "me" character had "accidently" eaten way too many psilocybin mushrooms many years ago. What was the story this time? Oh yes, the story starts reasserting itself, a substance called DMT had been smoked. Bits and pieces of the story timeline leading up to the recognition start flashing to include the wife saying, "Have a nice trip" as I head out the door to make an apparent drive to the friend's house where the smoking is to take place. HOW Convenient! Of course, "they" were all in on it in the story because "they" are really the same dynamic energy as "me" which has now make it's timeless wakeup call "once again". A strong feeling of amusement, gratitude, and love flashes for the beauty, oneness, and wonder of it all. A return in earnest to the storyline starts taking place, but the timeless perspective lingers for a while. The eyes are opened to see the "friend" in "the room" with a knowing smirk on his face nodding. The thought forms, "yes, we will continue to play this game endlessly won't we, my friend of infinite faces". Back to the game! Eventually the fabrication completely reasserts it's hold and the revelation becomes a distant fleeting memory. A deep sense of loss and longing that seems associated with the poignancy of it all settles in for a while, but ultimately equanimity takes hold as the game is once again accepted. Till next time.....
