blacksheep
Rising Star
My freind got floored again last night... It seems he might not be the "hard head" he once thought he was. He had just gotten into a quarrel with someone over somthing frivolous, just before he planned on smoking, he wondered if he should carry on in a riled state of mind and self-rightousness, but decided to proceed as planned. Just under 70mg. loaded into pipe. After the first hit a soothing calm came over him, feeling better after the spat, another hit and patterns rose from beneath the floor to the surface of the carpet pouring in from beneath like heavy vapor. Last hit, the room shatered, like everything composed of large elementery particles that are marble sized beads, like a world of large peyote stitch, shattering explosivly, then re-constituting. The objects in the room would blow up than re-aggregate, the objects seemed to contain the spirit of the person he had quarelled with and were screaming and yelling at him. His head was down and his hair was hanging in his face, he'd feel somthing like a bug on his head and go to wipe it off, but than his hair would multiply with tracers that didn't fade but hung about creating a curtain that would envelope him and wouldn't go away, "what the fuck is this whats going on!?" he felt clostophobic and like he was cornered in a room that had just caught fire and was out of control, he'd turn to lay down on the pillow hed provided for himself,but it was like prism wich would confuse him from his goal, than he'd feel a bug on his head again, got to wipe it off and proceed to pull a curtain all around him which would freak him out again, to where he'd try to lay down but the prism effect would confuse him than he'd feel a bug again, this cycle repeated it's self, what seemed to break it was that somthing was not right in the feel of things, not to his right with the pillow and cushion, or to his left with the bug in his hair. He made out why it felt weired to touch his head or the cushion. In his left hand which he'd been trying to get the bug out, he still held the pipe, in his right hand where he groped for the pillow was the lighter. Looking at these things sort of grounded him(I use the term lightly), it was hard for him to distinguish the objects but it reminded him that he'd just smoked DMT, so he dropped them and managed to lay down. Every thing in his feild of vision had the look of snow crystals, up close,very large and not restricted in color like snow itself but taking up the color of the room. The crystals moved in different dirrections slowly, passing through each other, intermingling but not creating any kind of drag or friction. Laying there he "heared" a voice,(un-literal), The voice seemed to be like a collective awarness of a massive being, physiclly and continuimlly transcedental. The being was like the atomic universe, mabey as a whole, or mabey of one element. But it was like since this energy moved in a certain way, repeatedly forming a pattern, an awareness arose of self being the continuous fullfillment of the pattern, the self was also the intent for the energy to move in that certain repetive patternistic way to in order to retain its self,(its atomic/elemental structure that we precieve, would be the patten, and its form) and also the knowledge of how it would be to react a predictable way, varying in quality based on the substance it was in contact with (chemical re-action/change) was also its sense of self. Well in this case the substance in contact with the force was my freind, and its "voice" was merely a reaction do to contact with the substance that is my freind It "told" him in a jist, that it was timless, it was there in the begining, a part of a universe that pre-exist this cosmic one with its large bodies. and the force of the large bodies which act upon the other large bodies and the smaller bodies. That it was a building force of the large bodies, that the aggregation creating the large bodies were itself, acting on the small bodies which is itself, to make us, people earth, which are also itself, and that it wasn't really concerned with these other senses of self that arose through the process, as in the large bodies gained a sense of self, and the earth and its inhabitants gained a sense of self, that it wasn't interested in my freinds personal issues/quarelling, that it could and would just assume deteriorate his body and sense of self dependent on that body with its presence or energy/radiation, or simply thru reacting as itself, that tho a human is comprised of the small bodies, the loss of a humans life is not harmful to the small bodies, that they/it will go on un effected by any loss of a life,that it was impartial to the human sense of self because it had it's own motive and all things are comprised of it and are a direct result of its motive/intent/way of being, life and humans were a biproduct of its relationship with its self, not interested in anyone human, but humanity as an organic mechinism. As my freind lay there he managed to periodiclly breath out some kind of feeble "laugh", based on the shear intensity of the experience and on realizing just how meek and pathetic he ws in comparrison to this kind of timeless power and its sincerity, its impartiality, and just how dependent he was on this existance that could careless about him, how could he go on with such arrogance???. Now as he lay there and percieved these things, he had this feeling of kind of emerging into being through the Earth, like he was formed in the soil and lay there latent, without perception or mobility until this kind of thawing was happening, like the ice was melting, he percieved wind and felt the sensation of being in the wild. He could see his hair and it really seamed to be a product of the earth, his breath, and sense of body to him was seeming to be of the earth rather than some personal possesion, he lay there and a physical image of himself arose in his mind, and it seemed of the earth. Now there was no voice actually present, these were heared nebulouslly and came more into formation as the intensity of the experience blew over. My freind began to feel glad that he didn't have a hair cut projecting some concieved sense of style or trend or some contrived look based on worldly fashion or some attempt to identify with a contrived social group, he was glad he was Earthy and realized if he was more in the manic pursuit of image and conventional beauty like he was in his early 20's, that this encounter with this being would've totally shredded his sense of superficial self, and him a confused, and naked alien to the earth. He had a feeling he was the embodiment of the spirit of Uranium what ever that means. 45min later 60mg in pipe, tripped long and hard, with more control over thinking faculty as is the case with repeated smoking, stared at cactus, an impression of being in a flat in a South American city in the 19th century, but as an invesible affectless observer not a resident or a participant, not really "there". Art danced around the room, thinking that DMT was like experiencing the spirit and structure of art, and that focusing on any one object was like psychic acupuncture and could also release backed up emotive energy, and or sensuality, and contemplating the "atomic(?)" world he'd been exposed to. Another 100mg. This is too awsome, every hit, or slight change, heater on, looking left or looking right, changes the experience til it is so unique from the other that its like being somewhere else on somthing else. Most DMT experiences have simmilar qualities, but there is so much diversity. JUst when he thought somthing was typical of DMT, he smokes again, and is exposed to a new patter and elongation of particular curves, the intensity and quality vary from experience to experience rather than dosage. 50mg is different than 50mg in many ways. Start time 8pm - end time 12:30ish, went to bed very worn out, perception was taxed. For the 3rd time now the experience has been followed with a hangover A headace that is severe enough to make him puke, but goes away fast and easy. anyone else experience "hang-over" symptoms of any kind??
