kid_eternity
Rising Star
itsjustaride
So OK where to start? "The D finds you," someone told me recently and indeed "The D" did.
It happened by happenstance. I mentioned in a crowded room (I suppose)that I was into Bill Hicks. Recommended him, in fact, just a few weeks back on the anniversary of his death. Well, someone heard that name and struck up a conversation about it. After some back and forth and Bill, the person then hit me with the question:
"You hip to hallucinogens?"
As it turns out, I am.
"I've taken enough trips to be a tour guide," I responded. But explained I hadn't taken a trip in years.
The person drops the link here to me and explains "it will blow your mind."
And we leave it at that.
About a week later, in passing, I mentioned Bill Hicks again (he was on my brain since the anniversary), this time to a colleague of mine. Now he already knew I tripped. But like the other guy he said, in the same kind of knowing way "You like Bill Hicks?"
"Yeah, I said. "Since I was a kid."
Now as it turns out in the course of our conversation, this cat mentions DMT or "The D" and I remember this link. I had briefly looked at it, got a little scared and a lot intrigued but had stepped back for a minute cos I got busy. A lot had been going on as of late.
But now, this friend is asking to see the link. I'm thinking this is all too coincidental.
"Yeah," he said as he looked at the home screen. "That's what I'm talking about," he said," that's 'The D' and then proceeded to share his own experiences. He gave brief descriptions because "There is no real way to prepare you for it," he said with a benevolent laugh. "I mean, I can tell you what I went through but . . . it has to be seen to be believed and understood."
So I ask him if he knows where I can get some to try this and he gestures as if to say "I have some."
"I'm in. When?"
itsnotadrug
And we agreed for a few about a week or less later.
Date: March 16, 2010 to be exact.
Time: Somewhere around 8:30.
Condition: Tired. Like 2-3 hours sleep tired because well, I get nervous the night before Christmas of any kind. Always have.
Method:: Glass bong. Probably not the best method. And reading now and talking with my guide, I think I may try vaporizer next. But we can go there later.
itsaticket
Before I mentioned I was a little scared and a lot intrigued. That's the poles of my nature. One of my favorite quotes that came to me later in my life after I had decided that I was out of balance and that fear had somehow taken over is:
"Find out what scares you and go live there."
My life, from when I can remember, has always been about leaving myself. Becoming someone other than me. It was natural and it felt perfect so I've kept doing. This has taken me many places both horrible and sublime time and again.
So when presented with this colorful home screen that even took me a second to navigate, I felt like I had just had someone tell me that The Matrix was real.
howdoubreatheagain
So we began after talking and relaxing a spell. He was going to meditate next to me on the floor beside thee couch I was set up on.I I was to lean over and take my 3 hits and then I'd be able to fall back and go.
Sounds good but what happened was I had to get the spice burning so a couple test puffs were needed. The second of those I found myself with a twinge a at the back of my head. Like slow rising acid come on. I breathed in and then out and went for my first hit.
Immediately I heard this sound , like the opening of Fight Club traveling through the brain before the music begins. Then a static like channels being changed, I guess. Then a buzzing and I remember thinking "Oh shit. I may not want to be on this ride. This is too much."
"Take another," my guide said.
"I'm trying . . .I can't feel my body," or something like that. "It's happening."
I went again but was trippin' hard. My hand felt like some guy in some other dimension's arm only a million times heavier. I began to see a code of tiny, multi colored geomtric shapes. There was a skull figure or symbol in the center of the hole of the bong. I was having trouble breathing and probably got 1/2/ to 3/4/ of what I could have. I held it long, exhaled and vaguely remember him saying something about number three before I fell back and disappeared behind my eyelids.
I could feel him smile as I was shot out of the proverbial cannon.I felt like I was exiting the atmosphere. Rough at first. Waves of color, sound. I spent a lot of time breathing or trying to. My body coughing or jerking a bit. In retrospect and after reading a couple of posts in this part of the forum, I'm convinced I was caught a bit between two worlds for most of it.
But as I relaxed and found my groove, I remember knowing and seeing a white light peeking from around the corner to my left. And I knew what it was and I was not only fine with that, I was eager to see what was up over there. As I touched it, the fear barely dry on my skin, everything went away. I was filled with a rapture. Love, peace, serenity, a sense of being loved beyond anything I have ever known. I remember wanting to curl up in a ball and yet I left myself open and lie there. I was coming out. The ride dipped left and began to dissipate but before it did two very distant thoughts/words came to me.
"Everything you have ever worried about doesn't matter."
and
"You never need to smoke a cigarette again."
I knew both to be true and while I have had a smoke or three since, I don't doubt the validity of the message. As for the worry part, man, I knew it to be true. Just let it all go. I could feel everything I have ever worried about melt away.
houstonthereisnoproblem
"You got a smile ear to ear," my guide laughed gently.
"Wow," I said. That's not a drug."
He laughed.
"That's a ticket. To a ride."
He laughed and agreed.
I came in a former Catholic who after having left the church at the tender age of 14 or so, had done his fair share of sinning an some of yours as well. I left home at 16, came back at 17, left for good at 18. I don't measure my experience with hallucinogens in terms of hits or trip but amounts of time. I'd give me two solid years of tripping often. And then over the years here and there until it dwindled to nothing nearly five years ago. I've chased other types of spirituality but nothing has seemed to keep hold other than the morals and ethics passed down to me from my father from his.
That said, I came away from this experience knowing that yes there is an afterlife and it's going to be awesome. I had suspected before. We can discuss that later. I also came away knowing that we're fools if we think we are alone and I didn't need to see or speak to a creature to get that sense. Just being wherever I was was enough to know or taste the vastness of everything.
Above all, I came away knowing I had yet to unlock all of myself.
"Who are you?" my guide asked me.
"I don't know," I answered after giving examples of things I do that don;t necessarily add up to me. Or do they?
Yeah. I can't wait to go again.
this is a work of fiction. the writers disavows any knowledge of the subjects therein.
So OK where to start? "The D finds you," someone told me recently and indeed "The D" did.
It happened by happenstance. I mentioned in a crowded room (I suppose)that I was into Bill Hicks. Recommended him, in fact, just a few weeks back on the anniversary of his death. Well, someone heard that name and struck up a conversation about it. After some back and forth and Bill, the person then hit me with the question:
"You hip to hallucinogens?"
As it turns out, I am.
"I've taken enough trips to be a tour guide," I responded. But explained I hadn't taken a trip in years.
The person drops the link here to me and explains "it will blow your mind."
And we leave it at that.
About a week later, in passing, I mentioned Bill Hicks again (he was on my brain since the anniversary), this time to a colleague of mine. Now he already knew I tripped. But like the other guy he said, in the same kind of knowing way "You like Bill Hicks?"
"Yeah, I said. "Since I was a kid."
Now as it turns out in the course of our conversation, this cat mentions DMT or "The D" and I remember this link. I had briefly looked at it, got a little scared and a lot intrigued but had stepped back for a minute cos I got busy. A lot had been going on as of late.
But now, this friend is asking to see the link. I'm thinking this is all too coincidental.
"Yeah," he said as he looked at the home screen. "That's what I'm talking about," he said," that's 'The D' and then proceeded to share his own experiences. He gave brief descriptions because "There is no real way to prepare you for it," he said with a benevolent laugh. "I mean, I can tell you what I went through but . . . it has to be seen to be believed and understood."
So I ask him if he knows where I can get some to try this and he gestures as if to say "I have some."
"I'm in. When?"
itsnotadrug
And we agreed for a few about a week or less later.
Date: March 16, 2010 to be exact.
Time: Somewhere around 8:30.
Condition: Tired. Like 2-3 hours sleep tired because well, I get nervous the night before Christmas of any kind. Always have.
Method:: Glass bong. Probably not the best method. And reading now and talking with my guide, I think I may try vaporizer next. But we can go there later.
itsaticket
Before I mentioned I was a little scared and a lot intrigued. That's the poles of my nature. One of my favorite quotes that came to me later in my life after I had decided that I was out of balance and that fear had somehow taken over is:
"Find out what scares you and go live there."
My life, from when I can remember, has always been about leaving myself. Becoming someone other than me. It was natural and it felt perfect so I've kept doing. This has taken me many places both horrible and sublime time and again.
So when presented with this colorful home screen that even took me a second to navigate, I felt like I had just had someone tell me that The Matrix was real.
howdoubreatheagain
So we began after talking and relaxing a spell. He was going to meditate next to me on the floor beside thee couch I was set up on.I I was to lean over and take my 3 hits and then I'd be able to fall back and go.
Sounds good but what happened was I had to get the spice burning so a couple test puffs were needed. The second of those I found myself with a twinge a at the back of my head. Like slow rising acid come on. I breathed in and then out and went for my first hit.
Immediately I heard this sound , like the opening of Fight Club traveling through the brain before the music begins. Then a static like channels being changed, I guess. Then a buzzing and I remember thinking "Oh shit. I may not want to be on this ride. This is too much."
"Take another," my guide said.
"I'm trying . . .I can't feel my body," or something like that. "It's happening."
I went again but was trippin' hard. My hand felt like some guy in some other dimension's arm only a million times heavier. I began to see a code of tiny, multi colored geomtric shapes. There was a skull figure or symbol in the center of the hole of the bong. I was having trouble breathing and probably got 1/2/ to 3/4/ of what I could have. I held it long, exhaled and vaguely remember him saying something about number three before I fell back and disappeared behind my eyelids.
I could feel him smile as I was shot out of the proverbial cannon.I felt like I was exiting the atmosphere. Rough at first. Waves of color, sound. I spent a lot of time breathing or trying to. My body coughing or jerking a bit. In retrospect and after reading a couple of posts in this part of the forum, I'm convinced I was caught a bit between two worlds for most of it.
But as I relaxed and found my groove, I remember knowing and seeing a white light peeking from around the corner to my left. And I knew what it was and I was not only fine with that, I was eager to see what was up over there. As I touched it, the fear barely dry on my skin, everything went away. I was filled with a rapture. Love, peace, serenity, a sense of being loved beyond anything I have ever known. I remember wanting to curl up in a ball and yet I left myself open and lie there. I was coming out. The ride dipped left and began to dissipate but before it did two very distant thoughts/words came to me.
"Everything you have ever worried about doesn't matter."
and
"You never need to smoke a cigarette again."
I knew both to be true and while I have had a smoke or three since, I don't doubt the validity of the message. As for the worry part, man, I knew it to be true. Just let it all go. I could feel everything I have ever worried about melt away.
houstonthereisnoproblem
"You got a smile ear to ear," my guide laughed gently.
"Wow," I said. That's not a drug."
He laughed.
"That's a ticket. To a ride."
He laughed and agreed.
I came in a former Catholic who after having left the church at the tender age of 14 or so, had done his fair share of sinning an some of yours as well. I left home at 16, came back at 17, left for good at 18. I don't measure my experience with hallucinogens in terms of hits or trip but amounts of time. I'd give me two solid years of tripping often. And then over the years here and there until it dwindled to nothing nearly five years ago. I've chased other types of spirituality but nothing has seemed to keep hold other than the morals and ethics passed down to me from my father from his.
That said, I came away from this experience knowing that yes there is an afterlife and it's going to be awesome. I had suspected before. We can discuss that later. I also came away knowing that we're fools if we think we are alone and I didn't need to see or speak to a creature to get that sense. Just being wherever I was was enough to know or taste the vastness of everything.
Above all, I came away knowing I had yet to unlock all of myself.
"Who are you?" my guide asked me.
"I don't know," I answered after giving examples of things I do that don;t necessarily add up to me. Or do they?
Yeah. I can't wait to go again.
this is a work of fiction. the writers disavows any knowledge of the subjects therein.
