It started with a way to get around the tolerance of simultaneously microdosing regularly and still wanting to have significant trips every weekend. It was after a single trip of 500mg that I independently discovered principles within physics that were true, specifically related to the behavior of light, that I later confirmed by reviewing the theoretical proofs of John Wheeler. There exists a wisdom within us that is deeper than science can explain. Each time I do trip I feel I get closer to that fundamental truth.
Every trip starts as absolute hell though, my soul being torn from my body, going to multiple deaths as different people, complete loss of identity and not knowing who I am, living the life of other people I've never encountered. Consistently encountering the two gnomes that live right by my jugular. They trap me in their shanty kitchen and run experiments on me. Brown thick goo is a constant. I think it's existential plasma. There's also a mechanical creation of gray steel and black smoke that they're maintaining and fueling with the plasma. Each time I see more of it but there's a lot of it they're deliberately hiding from me.
Trying to parse what's nonsense and what isn't.