Well, the first thing to say is, that my poor peruvian friend never had a relationship with a woman and he's in his mid twenties. Poor fella!
He recently sent me this to post on this message board:
"It's hard to burn change in my new bong. But I managed to smoke 0.1g of 1:1 pau d'arco changa. I felt a beestorm going on in my head as I burned through the material...you have to really BURN it!!!
Phase 1
Quickly, this familiar pastel pattern or small, interlocking circles appeared and spread around me. I felt to be in this rather cold environment and reality seemed to disapear. I started to sing
"You are so..beautiful! Wonderful! Magical!" My voice sounded like beeing in a cathedral.
But the picture soon withered away and I was 'down'. Well..actually I wasn't but I could stand up and walk.
Phase 2
I went to get my pre-loaded machine bong and smoked the harsh vapor....until I could'nt really recognize what I was doing. There was this strange thing in my hand and something burned in my....well...lungs? I thought "This is it, this is the right thing...take more...take more..take more. At some point, my hands couldn't operate properly and I decided to lean back.
The pastel pattern re-appeared. But this time the bee buzzing was stronger and my eyes felt like they were melting away. Strange sounds were heard like in an old Sci-Fi movies...plojng...pleeng...pliiiiiehhh ...with lots of delay. The pressure on my head grew stronger and stronger. It didn't feel comfortable...so it occured to me:
"THIS IS WHAT LETTING GO IS ABOUT I'M CLINGING TO MY BODY!"
So I tried to let go...and the pressure dissapeared somehow and I got spun into the pattern. I felt like leaning on something and my vision went to grey and white. Then it happened:
I got the distinct feeling of beeing close to a loving woman. "Who are you?" I asked but got no answer. My legs were touching hers as I was sitting in the armchair. Her legs turned transparent, and I could see small bands of grey fabric swirling around. At this point I felt a bit of fear because it looked very realistic and I thought that an evil vision could scare me to death! But nothing happened. The womans legs turned back to a part of my armchair...I got up and danced through the house...
...you are so beautiful...wonderful...magical!
He recently sent me this to post on this message board:
"It's hard to burn change in my new bong. But I managed to smoke 0.1g of 1:1 pau d'arco changa. I felt a beestorm going on in my head as I burned through the material...you have to really BURN it!!!
Phase 1
Quickly, this familiar pastel pattern or small, interlocking circles appeared and spread around me. I felt to be in this rather cold environment and reality seemed to disapear. I started to sing
"You are so..beautiful! Wonderful! Magical!" My voice sounded like beeing in a cathedral.
But the picture soon withered away and I was 'down'. Well..actually I wasn't but I could stand up and walk.
Phase 2
I went to get my pre-loaded machine bong and smoked the harsh vapor....until I could'nt really recognize what I was doing. There was this strange thing in my hand and something burned in my....well...lungs? I thought "This is it, this is the right thing...take more...take more..take more. At some point, my hands couldn't operate properly and I decided to lean back.
The pastel pattern re-appeared. But this time the bee buzzing was stronger and my eyes felt like they were melting away. Strange sounds were heard like in an old Sci-Fi movies...plojng...pleeng...pliiiiiehhh ...with lots of delay. The pressure on my head grew stronger and stronger. It didn't feel comfortable...so it occured to me:
"THIS IS WHAT LETTING GO IS ABOUT I'M CLINGING TO MY BODY!"
So I tried to let go...and the pressure dissapeared somehow and I got spun into the pattern. I felt like leaning on something and my vision went to grey and white. Then it happened:
I got the distinct feeling of beeing close to a loving woman. "Who are you?" I asked but got no answer. My legs were touching hers as I was sitting in the armchair. Her legs turned transparent, and I could see small bands of grey fabric swirling around. At this point I felt a bit of fear because it looked very realistic and I thought that an evil vision could scare me to death! But nothing happened. The womans legs turned back to a part of my armchair...I got up and danced through the house...
...you are so beautiful...wonderful...magical!
