I sit writing this in the midst of a power cut. My snakes are getting cold, there’s no electric for my morning cup of tea, no hot water, Fuck. Kind of a reflection on last night’s happenings maybe? I dunno. Weird coincidence though. I wonder if hyperspace is pissed at me for some reason. So here we go, into one of the most glorious and difficult journeys yet, funny how two journeys side by side can be so totally opposite in every way eh?
So recently I have been experimenting with my Glass Vapour Genie. I have been smoking Changa almost every other day, and have broken through about three times in this time, so about 50% of the time. 45mg of this blend is plenty enough to do the trick, being made in a 1:1 ratio there would be approx. 22-23 mg spice in there. Not much for you veteran psychonauts I am sure, but enough to have me blasted into a realm of impossibilities. I love DMT, I love the insights, the jaw dropping visuals(!!!), the afterglow, the ritual of meditation, and the sense of peace and calm it usually instils in me for days afterwards, and usually I quite enjoy being blissfully annihilated by it, and I respect its power. I had an extremely powerful sub-breakthrough experience last week where I felt like I was being run over by a psychedelic steamroller; it was INTENSE, but rather pleasurable.
Its Friday now, the events I am about to recount happened last night at around midnight. It may be worth mentioning that a friend came around on Wednesday and I was showing him my new toy, and we decided to smoalk a little Changa – we don’t get to spend much time together these days, and being my ex-housemate of 5 years we are very close, so it is great to get to share these things when the opportunity presents itself. Anyhow, he broke through and had a wonderful experience, he was beaming and laughing for quite some time afterwards. I took a small dose, enough to lysergify myself for some time, but not enough to have any major effects, the room swirled and glistened in that ethereal way,and I enjoyed tripping slightly while keeping an eye on my pretty much comatose friend. To surmise, I had probably been smoalking a leeeetle bit too much...
Wednesday came around and I had some freebase in the freezer from an extraction I was doing – I had no FB to try with my GVG the previous week, so I prepared some for experimentation. These were bright yellow crystals, neon looking, menacing like a brightly coloured poison dart frog; warning you of their potency. I loaded up 15 mg onto the piece of scrubber in the Genie and then proceeded to meditate for a while. The room was lit by a small lamp and a candle on the mantelpiece that I always light before a journey – a sort of ritual of mine whenever I smoke at home. The light flickered suggestively and the warm orange glow of the room relaxed my eyes as they became more accustomed to the darker hues that the candle was throwing, silhouettes of candelabras , pot plants and furniture flickered lavishly across the walls.
I raised the Genie to my lips and begun to inhale, a thick wad of marshmallowy vapour surged into my lungs. I remember thinking just how incredibly efficient and smooth this piece of kit was. Totally unlike smoking it in a bong – this thing hits you like a brick wall moving at high velocity, the transition almost instantaneous. It was all gone within seconds, and I sat back and watched as a female entity swooped into the room and began manipulating the reality around me. I didn’t actually get to see what she looked like, but I got the distinct impression that it was a ‘she’ that was pulling the strings this time. Beautiful ever shifting artwork of the highest order, gorgeous light displays manifesting with the greatest of ease and grace, a sense of calm and peace coupled with total dumbstruck amazement. What a show! Wow! 15mg in a bong would have barely had threshold effects, and here I am having a full on entity light show! I was pretty taken aback by this, but also elated, fulfilled and very pleased by what I had just experienced. My greed made me load up the pipe one more time. I wanted to go back, it was over too quickly, I wanted her to show me MOAR! 17mgs made its way into the pipe, I sealed it shut with the ceramic filter and sat for a little while relaxing my mind.
Now I like to think that I am a very calm individual, who can keep it together no matter what state of consciousness I am in, and I have been in many varying states. I sat there and a dark energy swept around me like a black curtain. I could no longer see the candles in the room, and there were no visuals to speak of. I could feel some horrible sinister force surrounding me. Panic. Horror. Fear. I have felt like this before when I was in a car accident, and also in my first few encounters with sleep paralysis. Total vulnerability, the knowledge that your fate is no longer in your hands. I sat there trying to abort, but I couldn’t move.
Had I even smoked that Spice?! I had no recollection of doing so. My mind was racing and I was looking for answers to what was causing this, but I was tripping hard. I started swinging my head left to right to see if I could identify any beings or entities that may have entered my space, but nothing. Blackness. Then I caught a glimpse of candle light. Now that I had grounded somewhat my attention turned to the darkness of the room. LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS! I needed light, that would surely help end the utter confusion and disarray I was experiencing. I scrambled over the sofa and managed to find the light switch. Bam. The room was illuminated once more, this calmed me a little, but I was still shitting in my britches. . I fumbled with the pipe in my hands, and with some effort removed the glass top. There was no spice on the pad, I must have smoked it. This scared the crap out of me further, that I had no memory of smoking that dose, I thought I was going mad.
After this episode, I needed to talk to some one understanding about what I had just encountered, , my other half was upstairs in bed and it was her second day at her new job and I didn’t want to disturb her even if I was completely fucking beside myself, so I went on chat. I tried to outline what had just happened to my wonderful friends at the Nexus. I am sorry, I don’t remember exactly who I was talking to at the time, but you guys were a great help, you probably know who you are, THANK YOU. I should have saved the feed to add to this thread, but that was the last thing on my mind. Discussing it made it easier to take on board, and with the help of my friends and a couple of bowls of weed, I calmed back down, almost to normal.
The resdidual fear died down, and the discussion moved on to frequency of dosing, and treating psyches with respect. I sat and read everyone’s thoughtful comments, and took them in, commenting infrequently. I felt like an idiot at this point. Lesson learned. Spice needs to be treated with respect, and it doesn’t appreciate repeated journeying like I have been doing the last couple of weeks. It really kicked my ass, even on such a low dose, and has made me re-evaluate my usage entirely. I need to be more disciplined. I have tested my boundaries and will stay within them from now on. That is not to say that I won’t have more difficult experiences in the pipeline, I am sure I will, but to use it with such frequency was greedy and foolish.
So be warned! Just because that last journey was amazing, doesn’t mean that you won’t be bitten on the ass next time you want MOAR! Take your time, integrate, record your experiences and love the ‘normal’ existence you have.
Tanks for taking the time to read this,
Much Peace and Love,
P x
So recently I have been experimenting with my Glass Vapour Genie. I have been smoking Changa almost every other day, and have broken through about three times in this time, so about 50% of the time. 45mg of this blend is plenty enough to do the trick, being made in a 1:1 ratio there would be approx. 22-23 mg spice in there. Not much for you veteran psychonauts I am sure, but enough to have me blasted into a realm of impossibilities. I love DMT, I love the insights, the jaw dropping visuals(!!!), the afterglow, the ritual of meditation, and the sense of peace and calm it usually instils in me for days afterwards, and usually I quite enjoy being blissfully annihilated by it, and I respect its power. I had an extremely powerful sub-breakthrough experience last week where I felt like I was being run over by a psychedelic steamroller; it was INTENSE, but rather pleasurable.
Its Friday now, the events I am about to recount happened last night at around midnight. It may be worth mentioning that a friend came around on Wednesday and I was showing him my new toy, and we decided to smoalk a little Changa – we don’t get to spend much time together these days, and being my ex-housemate of 5 years we are very close, so it is great to get to share these things when the opportunity presents itself. Anyhow, he broke through and had a wonderful experience, he was beaming and laughing for quite some time afterwards. I took a small dose, enough to lysergify myself for some time, but not enough to have any major effects, the room swirled and glistened in that ethereal way,and I enjoyed tripping slightly while keeping an eye on my pretty much comatose friend. To surmise, I had probably been smoalking a leeeetle bit too much...
Wednesday came around and I had some freebase in the freezer from an extraction I was doing – I had no FB to try with my GVG the previous week, so I prepared some for experimentation. These were bright yellow crystals, neon looking, menacing like a brightly coloured poison dart frog; warning you of their potency. I loaded up 15 mg onto the piece of scrubber in the Genie and then proceeded to meditate for a while. The room was lit by a small lamp and a candle on the mantelpiece that I always light before a journey – a sort of ritual of mine whenever I smoke at home. The light flickered suggestively and the warm orange glow of the room relaxed my eyes as they became more accustomed to the darker hues that the candle was throwing, silhouettes of candelabras , pot plants and furniture flickered lavishly across the walls.
I raised the Genie to my lips and begun to inhale, a thick wad of marshmallowy vapour surged into my lungs. I remember thinking just how incredibly efficient and smooth this piece of kit was. Totally unlike smoking it in a bong – this thing hits you like a brick wall moving at high velocity, the transition almost instantaneous. It was all gone within seconds, and I sat back and watched as a female entity swooped into the room and began manipulating the reality around me. I didn’t actually get to see what she looked like, but I got the distinct impression that it was a ‘she’ that was pulling the strings this time. Beautiful ever shifting artwork of the highest order, gorgeous light displays manifesting with the greatest of ease and grace, a sense of calm and peace coupled with total dumbstruck amazement. What a show! Wow! 15mg in a bong would have barely had threshold effects, and here I am having a full on entity light show! I was pretty taken aback by this, but also elated, fulfilled and very pleased by what I had just experienced. My greed made me load up the pipe one more time. I wanted to go back, it was over too quickly, I wanted her to show me MOAR! 17mgs made its way into the pipe, I sealed it shut with the ceramic filter and sat for a little while relaxing my mind.
Now I like to think that I am a very calm individual, who can keep it together no matter what state of consciousness I am in, and I have been in many varying states. I sat there and a dark energy swept around me like a black curtain. I could no longer see the candles in the room, and there were no visuals to speak of. I could feel some horrible sinister force surrounding me. Panic. Horror. Fear. I have felt like this before when I was in a car accident, and also in my first few encounters with sleep paralysis. Total vulnerability, the knowledge that your fate is no longer in your hands. I sat there trying to abort, but I couldn’t move.
Had I even smoked that Spice?! I had no recollection of doing so. My mind was racing and I was looking for answers to what was causing this, but I was tripping hard. I started swinging my head left to right to see if I could identify any beings or entities that may have entered my space, but nothing. Blackness. Then I caught a glimpse of candle light. Now that I had grounded somewhat my attention turned to the darkness of the room. LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS! I needed light, that would surely help end the utter confusion and disarray I was experiencing. I scrambled over the sofa and managed to find the light switch. Bam. The room was illuminated once more, this calmed me a little, but I was still shitting in my britches. . I fumbled with the pipe in my hands, and with some effort removed the glass top. There was no spice on the pad, I must have smoked it. This scared the crap out of me further, that I had no memory of smoking that dose, I thought I was going mad.
After this episode, I needed to talk to some one understanding about what I had just encountered, , my other half was upstairs in bed and it was her second day at her new job and I didn’t want to disturb her even if I was completely fucking beside myself, so I went on chat. I tried to outline what had just happened to my wonderful friends at the Nexus. I am sorry, I don’t remember exactly who I was talking to at the time, but you guys were a great help, you probably know who you are, THANK YOU. I should have saved the feed to add to this thread, but that was the last thing on my mind. Discussing it made it easier to take on board, and with the help of my friends and a couple of bowls of weed, I calmed back down, almost to normal.
The resdidual fear died down, and the discussion moved on to frequency of dosing, and treating psyches with respect. I sat and read everyone’s thoughtful comments, and took them in, commenting infrequently. I felt like an idiot at this point. Lesson learned. Spice needs to be treated with respect, and it doesn’t appreciate repeated journeying like I have been doing the last couple of weeks. It really kicked my ass, even on such a low dose, and has made me re-evaluate my usage entirely. I need to be more disciplined. I have tested my boundaries and will stay within them from now on. That is not to say that I won’t have more difficult experiences in the pipeline, I am sure I will, but to use it with such frequency was greedy and foolish.
So be warned! Just because that last journey was amazing, doesn’t mean that you won’t be bitten on the ass next time you want MOAR! Take your time, integrate, record your experiences and love the ‘normal’ existence you have.
Tanks for taking the time to read this,
Much Peace and Love,
P x

)... Another and most important matter is to make sure you are in good spirits before blasting off and have no negative issues in your life.
I find it helps with integration to put this stuff down in a report...