armbarsalot
Rising Star
- Merits
- 42
Any super sensitive tryptamine people here?
Apparently a small percentage of the population is extremely sensitive to these molecules.
My primary interest in this is due to my main trip partner of late is hyper sensitive and has apocalyptic trips on small doses. Which to my chagrin isn't me, i have the normal if not hard headed tolerance. His experiences are so intense and vivid that we are going to keep him on less than a g of mushrooms & try to let him explore this gift without shitting his pants. The ability to get to such a level on such a small dose really opens up possibilities for exploration, its intense but doesn't last long.
I postulate that perhaps there have been some tryptamine sensitives in history, great visionaries that can access the collective unconsciousness with ease.
Here are a few of his trips..
1 g mushroom tea, not brewed thoroughly and didn't eat the bits after..
"I realized things were becoming much more intense and I was having a hard time walking. So we plopped down at the top of this hill overlooking a huge flowered meadow with the sky out in front of us and these wispy clouds.
When I looked at myself or ****** (it turns out his shirt pattern accidentally resembled the Eye of Horace) things looked relatively normal, a tad "off" but not disintegrating or anything. But when I looked into the sky it was almost unbearable and I became very very anxious. The clouds were exploding out in complicated fractal patterns, which was theoretically beautiful, but if I looked too long, the entire things became this complex web of connected information, and when I looked longer, circles opened, lined with what felt like digital patters, one within another, descending down onto me, and I was terrified that I was going to get sucked into a wormhole. I could look away to ***** and reset to zero, but as soon as I looked up it all started again. The field in front of me was shifting wildly, and the huge clusters of flowers took on a mosaic pattern. I remember thinking that each type of plant was assigned a particular geometric shape.
The whole thing got interrupted by this harsh grunting that turned out to be a deer. I sat up and the deer and I locked eyeballs for about a half hour. Birds passing by left trails of themselves five or so deep. Then ***** said, "Why are they being so rough on you? Don't they realize you made them?" And I said, "Hey yeah, c'mon you asshole mushroom. Give me a break, I'm your father!" And at that moment, this weird transition took place and I got nailed with euphoria and a sense I have never experienced in my life of being fused into my natural surroundings. I felt like if I saw a tick on my arm I would have just gushed with joy giving it some of my blood, and I was apologizing to plants as I walked through the meadow. It was almost unbearably wonderful. I walked past a cluster of birch trees and they struck me as a group of fierce female warriors, and everything had some characteristic about that never would have occured to me before. This is not my typical way of thinking. I have never been an emotional tree-hugger.
Then we decided it was time to head back, about two hours in now, because it was getting dark."
20 mg DMT
"wheel is remarkably close, but body covered in eyes and complex shapes turning in on themselves and resurfacing, the wheel covered in symbols. Not sure what to make of all that, but that's what I saw."
After the seraphim, are the many-eyed Cherubim (Means Great understanding) who are radiant with the knowledge of the mysteries of God and the depths of His Wisdom. "
Ezekiel 10:12
12 Their entire bodies, including their backs, their hands and their wings, were completely full of eyes, as were their four wheels. 13 I heard the wheels being called “the whirling wheels.”
lots of depictions around, but he said this was similar except the circles had language and the body had eyeballs
The last DMT trip..
" The experience I had was so horrible my mind has erased much of it. I was sobbing and terrified, in this tornado of meaninglessness, thinking "this is what's waiting for me." It was reptilian, like I was thrown into a hungry pit and they were feeding on the first soul they'd been tossed in a million years. I felt like I was being followed for days afterwards. I thought I would never smile again. It ruined this new perception I had that I'd accessed something beautiful, and I had the sense that behind it all was this menace luring us in with these sparkly jewels. I don't believe that now, and I'm sure I sound crazy contemplating that the experience was real, but it's hard not to feel that way because it feels more real than what you are capable of perceiving in this unmedicated life. Anyway, that taught me that the substance is intimidating and powerful and that it should not be taken lightly, and so I'm on a break now, still sorting things out."
Apparently a small percentage of the population is extremely sensitive to these molecules.
My primary interest in this is due to my main trip partner of late is hyper sensitive and has apocalyptic trips on small doses. Which to my chagrin isn't me, i have the normal if not hard headed tolerance. His experiences are so intense and vivid that we are going to keep him on less than a g of mushrooms & try to let him explore this gift without shitting his pants. The ability to get to such a level on such a small dose really opens up possibilities for exploration, its intense but doesn't last long.
I postulate that perhaps there have been some tryptamine sensitives in history, great visionaries that can access the collective unconsciousness with ease.
Here are a few of his trips..
1 g mushroom tea, not brewed thoroughly and didn't eat the bits after..
"I realized things were becoming much more intense and I was having a hard time walking. So we plopped down at the top of this hill overlooking a huge flowered meadow with the sky out in front of us and these wispy clouds.
When I looked at myself or ****** (it turns out his shirt pattern accidentally resembled the Eye of Horace) things looked relatively normal, a tad "off" but not disintegrating or anything. But when I looked into the sky it was almost unbearable and I became very very anxious. The clouds were exploding out in complicated fractal patterns, which was theoretically beautiful, but if I looked too long, the entire things became this complex web of connected information, and when I looked longer, circles opened, lined with what felt like digital patters, one within another, descending down onto me, and I was terrified that I was going to get sucked into a wormhole. I could look away to ***** and reset to zero, but as soon as I looked up it all started again. The field in front of me was shifting wildly, and the huge clusters of flowers took on a mosaic pattern. I remember thinking that each type of plant was assigned a particular geometric shape.
The whole thing got interrupted by this harsh grunting that turned out to be a deer. I sat up and the deer and I locked eyeballs for about a half hour. Birds passing by left trails of themselves five or so deep. Then ***** said, "Why are they being so rough on you? Don't they realize you made them?" And I said, "Hey yeah, c'mon you asshole mushroom. Give me a break, I'm your father!" And at that moment, this weird transition took place and I got nailed with euphoria and a sense I have never experienced in my life of being fused into my natural surroundings. I felt like if I saw a tick on my arm I would have just gushed with joy giving it some of my blood, and I was apologizing to plants as I walked through the meadow. It was almost unbearably wonderful. I walked past a cluster of birch trees and they struck me as a group of fierce female warriors, and everything had some characteristic about that never would have occured to me before. This is not my typical way of thinking. I have never been an emotional tree-hugger.
Then we decided it was time to head back, about two hours in now, because it was getting dark."
20 mg DMT
"wheel is remarkably close, but body covered in eyes and complex shapes turning in on themselves and resurfacing, the wheel covered in symbols. Not sure what to make of all that, but that's what I saw."
After the seraphim, are the many-eyed Cherubim (Means Great understanding) who are radiant with the knowledge of the mysteries of God and the depths of His Wisdom. "
Ezekiel 10:12
12 Their entire bodies, including their backs, their hands and their wings, were completely full of eyes, as were their four wheels. 13 I heard the wheels being called “the whirling wheels.”
lots of depictions around, but he said this was similar except the circles had language and the body had eyeballs
The last DMT trip..
" The experience I had was so horrible my mind has erased much of it. I was sobbing and terrified, in this tornado of meaninglessness, thinking "this is what's waiting for me." It was reptilian, like I was thrown into a hungry pit and they were feeding on the first soul they'd been tossed in a million years. I felt like I was being followed for days afterwards. I thought I would never smile again. It ruined this new perception I had that I'd accessed something beautiful, and I had the sense that behind it all was this menace luring us in with these sparkly jewels. I don't believe that now, and I'm sure I sound crazy contemplating that the experience was real, but it's hard not to feel that way because it feels more real than what you are capable of perceiving in this unmedicated life. Anyway, that taught me that the substance is intimidating and powerful and that it should not be taken lightly, and so I'm on a break now, still sorting things out."
Fasting, avoiding certain foods (that's putting it mildly, I scrutinize everything I eat) long hours of meditation, drinking caapi often and using harmalas to almost uncomfortable levels. Fortunately, I seem to have a rather low tolerance for MAOI's so it does tend to balance out. Although sometimes I just want to have a mushroom trip or a vaped DMT journey without MAOI and also without having to dose stupidly high.
It was TERRIBLE. Literally she couldn't stop puking and have very little time between bouts. I felt horrible for her. I'm not sure if it was the rue or the mimosa that had her stomach upside down for that long. 
And, please dont take my word for anything, 
