Skizm
Rising Star
Hey guys, Skizm here!
Wanted to introduce myself and explain why dimethyltryptamine, is so god damn fascinating to me.
Rewind one year ago, I'm a freshman in college. My drug experiences were quite limited, I had smoked pot on and off since I was in sixth grade, messed around with opiates and stimulants, and was under the impression that I was experienced in the way of drugs. Then, I discovered psychedelics. At this point in time, I believed in C.R.E.A.M (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) which is still true today, but on a different level. I thought that money, along with politics, was all that mattered in this world. And let me tell you, believing that they are is pretty damn depressing seeing as both of them are completely fucking evil.
So, one day I got fed up with waiting, went over to a friend's house and picked up an 1/8th of shrooms. I went back to my apartment, meditated for a bit, smoked a cig, made a cup of hot tea, and downed the mushrooms. I walked around my complex for a bit and decided to make a sandwich when things started to swirl and I began to laugh at everything (Bad idea). Soon as I started eating my sandwich I realized just how disgusting our food was. Not wanting my first trip to be bad, I set the sandwich down, pushed it out of my mind, put on some music and sat on my bed.
I don't remember much of that trip, although I remember walking a precipice between heaven and hell, thinking Bob Dylan's guitar was the devil (A cool devil), walking through wonderland as a caterpillar, oh, and completely reorganizing how I thought about EVERYTHING! After that trip, politics disgusted me because every politician is a soulless bitch of the corporate world (One I'll be working for in several years!), Americans are completely brainwashed, and that life is just a dream; one which we wake up from eventually.
For every two weeks, I'd have an intense and vivid dream (Very visual mini-trip I'd call it) that would reveal a universal-truth to me. And like clockwork, every two weeks my interest in psychedelics would ramp up even more. Then I found out about DMT. A psychedelic tryptamine that our brain floods with when we dream and when we die? Holy shit, sign me up!
Six days from posting this is the first day that I will try DMT and time has slowed to a crawl. Literally, it's moving so fucking slow.
GET HERE ALREADY MONDAY! ARGHHH!
-Skizm
Wanted to introduce myself and explain why dimethyltryptamine, is so god damn fascinating to me.
Rewind one year ago, I'm a freshman in college. My drug experiences were quite limited, I had smoked pot on and off since I was in sixth grade, messed around with opiates and stimulants, and was under the impression that I was experienced in the way of drugs. Then, I discovered psychedelics. At this point in time, I believed in C.R.E.A.M (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) which is still true today, but on a different level. I thought that money, along with politics, was all that mattered in this world. And let me tell you, believing that they are is pretty damn depressing seeing as both of them are completely fucking evil.
So, one day I got fed up with waiting, went over to a friend's house and picked up an 1/8th of shrooms. I went back to my apartment, meditated for a bit, smoked a cig, made a cup of hot tea, and downed the mushrooms. I walked around my complex for a bit and decided to make a sandwich when things started to swirl and I began to laugh at everything (Bad idea). Soon as I started eating my sandwich I realized just how disgusting our food was. Not wanting my first trip to be bad, I set the sandwich down, pushed it out of my mind, put on some music and sat on my bed.
I don't remember much of that trip, although I remember walking a precipice between heaven and hell, thinking Bob Dylan's guitar was the devil (A cool devil), walking through wonderland as a caterpillar, oh, and completely reorganizing how I thought about EVERYTHING! After that trip, politics disgusted me because every politician is a soulless bitch of the corporate world (One I'll be working for in several years!), Americans are completely brainwashed, and that life is just a dream; one which we wake up from eventually.
For every two weeks, I'd have an intense and vivid dream (Very visual mini-trip I'd call it) that would reveal a universal-truth to me. And like clockwork, every two weeks my interest in psychedelics would ramp up even more. Then I found out about DMT. A psychedelic tryptamine that our brain floods with when we dream and when we die? Holy shit, sign me up!
Six days from posting this is the first day that I will try DMT and time has slowed to a crawl. Literally, it's moving so fucking slow.
GET HERE ALREADY MONDAY! ARGHHH!
-Skizm
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