A friend of mine has been wanting to try either DMT or Ayahuasca for a long time, and now that I finally live in his neck of the woods, I was able to share...
Fractal arranged the "spaceship" (our living room), draping the floor with mountains of fluffy blankets and pillows, and building a giant altar with a synergy of our mutually absurd crystal collections. In the glow of candles and wacky paper lanterns, my friend was seated in the middle of the floor and prepared for his First Great Breath from The Vase of Souls (my insanely wicked bong).
We smoked my changa, and it passed the litmus test: the first thing any new person tends to do is SMILE. The SMILE let me know everything was good...
"Everything is crystal!" My friend lifted his hands and gazed at his fingers with an awe-stricken innocence, and eventually dropped to the floor, mumbling about electrical fields.
He sat up--I died laughing on the inside but did not want to disturb him--and pulled his shirt over his head. He didn't remove it, just kept his head stuck inside his shirt for several minutes. This confirmed the breakthrough dose.
My friend eventually crept to the patio for a breath of fresh air, pausing to poke at the glowing paper lanterns dangling from the ceiling. He made his way back to the launch space, still rapt and grinning.
"Now that you're able to walk," I said, "I have to know: what was in your shirt?!"
"Oh!" His grin widened. He stuck his head back into his shirt and remained there for another minute, laughing. He emerged. "There was a tunnel inside my shirt... It's not there anymore, though."
It's not even necessary to partake when sharing the joy. The smiles and first "steps" (haha) with DMT are priceless.
Fractal arranged the "spaceship" (our living room), draping the floor with mountains of fluffy blankets and pillows, and building a giant altar with a synergy of our mutually absurd crystal collections. In the glow of candles and wacky paper lanterns, my friend was seated in the middle of the floor and prepared for his First Great Breath from The Vase of Souls (my insanely wicked bong).
We smoked my changa, and it passed the litmus test: the first thing any new person tends to do is SMILE. The SMILE let me know everything was good...
"Everything is crystal!" My friend lifted his hands and gazed at his fingers with an awe-stricken innocence, and eventually dropped to the floor, mumbling about electrical fields.
He sat up--I died laughing on the inside but did not want to disturb him--and pulled his shirt over his head. He didn't remove it, just kept his head stuck inside his shirt for several minutes. This confirmed the breakthrough dose.
My friend eventually crept to the patio for a breath of fresh air, pausing to poke at the glowing paper lanterns dangling from the ceiling. He made his way back to the launch space, still rapt and grinning.
"Now that you're able to walk," I said, "I have to know: what was in your shirt?!"
"Oh!" His grin widened. He stuck his head back into his shirt and remained there for another minute, laughing. He emerged. "There was a tunnel inside my shirt... It's not there anymore, though."
It's not even necessary to partake when sharing the joy. The smiles and first "steps" (haha) with DMT are priceless.
