arcanum
Rising Star
In my "Trilogy" of first experiences here is Trial 2
Now to be perfectly honest, after my experiences with "trial 1" I did not approach my second endeavour in such a puritan spirit as the first. In other words prior "anti stress" measures were undertaken in the form of 10mg of a Valium equivalent ( dipotassium clorazepate) and a few glasses of my favorite sparkling wine. So thus relaxed I proceeded with my second trial.
Eybeballed dose, probably a bit more than my first trial, around 40mg, setting same room, recliner chair and alone but at night. (around midnight). Torch, liquify, vaporisation, inhale, hold, inhale ,hold, final inhalation as it comes on . vap. and torch hit the deck. as I become acutely aware of my entrails, I am nothing but a squishy squashy system of " vunerable soft entrails" standing or floating in a huge, nay, infinite black space, fear once again rears it's ugly head, but quickly dies down as I notice two energy fields approach me, one to the left and one to the right , beautiful iridescent colours, like forks of super -charged "gentain blue lightning "are darting out from each energy field and conecting with each other. It's then that I realise that they are putting on a show for me, no words are exchanged, but it's clear what the situation is, They are saying " Look little bag of entrails, see what we can do! we can do anything here!. then suddenly they are gone , I feel myself falling forward towards a kind of bright red membrane "portal". I involuntary pull back for some reason, feeling intuitively that it's too soon to go there. Bright dancing colourful patterns appear again, but lacking the " personality" of those " energy fields" I saw at first, another minute or so and it's over, except for a persisting peaceful feeling. No trouble sleeping. Next day better than usual.
Quite a different experience than the first, there was a slight " dumbing down" of it all from the Benzo and alc. however the experience was in general very impressive and rewarding.
P.S. The above account is about a fictional character, the term "I" used only for narrative purposes
Now to be perfectly honest, after my experiences with "trial 1" I did not approach my second endeavour in such a puritan spirit as the first. In other words prior "anti stress" measures were undertaken in the form of 10mg of a Valium equivalent ( dipotassium clorazepate) and a few glasses of my favorite sparkling wine. So thus relaxed I proceeded with my second trial.
Eybeballed dose, probably a bit more than my first trial, around 40mg, setting same room, recliner chair and alone but at night. (around midnight). Torch, liquify, vaporisation, inhale, hold, inhale ,hold, final inhalation as it comes on . vap. and torch hit the deck. as I become acutely aware of my entrails, I am nothing but a squishy squashy system of " vunerable soft entrails" standing or floating in a huge, nay, infinite black space, fear once again rears it's ugly head, but quickly dies down as I notice two energy fields approach me, one to the left and one to the right , beautiful iridescent colours, like forks of super -charged "gentain blue lightning "are darting out from each energy field and conecting with each other. It's then that I realise that they are putting on a show for me, no words are exchanged, but it's clear what the situation is, They are saying " Look little bag of entrails, see what we can do! we can do anything here!. then suddenly they are gone , I feel myself falling forward towards a kind of bright red membrane "portal". I involuntary pull back for some reason, feeling intuitively that it's too soon to go there. Bright dancing colourful patterns appear again, but lacking the " personality" of those " energy fields" I saw at first, another minute or so and it's over, except for a persisting peaceful feeling. No trouble sleeping. Next day better than usual.
Quite a different experience than the first, there was a slight " dumbing down" of it all from the Benzo and alc. however the experience was in general very impressive and rewarding.
P.S. The above account is about a fictional character, the term "I" used only for narrative purposes