Muzda Jonxx
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Hi all,
So how many of you have had a bona fide near death trip? I shall tell you the story of my one and only, which spelt the end of my disassociative taking career.
This wasn't so long back, in the peak of the UK rc disassociative craze. Not too far before the ban. As such, all the vendors had run out of my fave (diphenidine), so I bought a similar sounding rc instead (perhaps ephenidine, I forget the exact name). I bought 5g, had a kid free weekend, knew the ban was approaching so thought it'd be a good last binge.
The first day I made my way through 2g, and find this new chemical was similar to diphenidine, but nowhere near as trippy. I never felt close to a hole.
Second day, I saved the rest for the evening, then went on an almighty binge with the last 3g. It turned out to be a bit too much.
After finishing it all off, I soon felt that weird 'ice in the veins' feeling I sometimes get when I'm about to hole. And down the hole I went.
It was all good for a bit, but then I started having quite nasty chest pains. In my tripped out state I tried to maintain, but I've never felt anything like it before. I honestly felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack, it was only subsequently that I found out that chest pains aren't uncommon on these chemicals.
So, all of a sudden this thought hit me like a train, 'PEOPLE DIE DOING THESE THINGS'. it was like an entity screamed it at me. The chest pains got more intense, I remember all the colour draining from the room until everything looked blacker than black. I had this vision of hell opening up in front of me, it was a market where every stall was a messed up butchers, blood and meat all over the place.
This went on a short while, I heard the scream of engines and a loathsome woman cackling somewhere from the market. I was just waiting to fall into that market and there I'd be forevermore.
Soon after the chest pains died down, I calmed down a bit and the colour returned to the room. I came out the hole a changed person, never again will I touch an rc.
So yeah - near death trip. I don't know if I was actually in any danger or not, but in that moment I really felt I was done for and the portal to hell had opened to welcome me.
I awoke the next day with tinnitus, but wow did the sun shine bright and warm that day. Not an experience I want to repeat, but one I'm glad to have experienced.
So how many of you have had a bona fide near death trip? I shall tell you the story of my one and only, which spelt the end of my disassociative taking career.
This wasn't so long back, in the peak of the UK rc disassociative craze. Not too far before the ban. As such, all the vendors had run out of my fave (diphenidine), so I bought a similar sounding rc instead (perhaps ephenidine, I forget the exact name). I bought 5g, had a kid free weekend, knew the ban was approaching so thought it'd be a good last binge.
The first day I made my way through 2g, and find this new chemical was similar to diphenidine, but nowhere near as trippy. I never felt close to a hole.
Second day, I saved the rest for the evening, then went on an almighty binge with the last 3g. It turned out to be a bit too much.
After finishing it all off, I soon felt that weird 'ice in the veins' feeling I sometimes get when I'm about to hole. And down the hole I went.
It was all good for a bit, but then I started having quite nasty chest pains. In my tripped out state I tried to maintain, but I've never felt anything like it before. I honestly felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack, it was only subsequently that I found out that chest pains aren't uncommon on these chemicals.
So, all of a sudden this thought hit me like a train, 'PEOPLE DIE DOING THESE THINGS'. it was like an entity screamed it at me. The chest pains got more intense, I remember all the colour draining from the room until everything looked blacker than black. I had this vision of hell opening up in front of me, it was a market where every stall was a messed up butchers, blood and meat all over the place.
This went on a short while, I heard the scream of engines and a loathsome woman cackling somewhere from the market. I was just waiting to fall into that market and there I'd be forevermore.
Soon after the chest pains died down, I calmed down a bit and the colour returned to the room. I came out the hole a changed person, never again will I touch an rc.
So yeah - near death trip. I don't know if I was actually in any danger or not, but in that moment I really felt I was done for and the portal to hell had opened to welcome me.
I awoke the next day with tinnitus, but wow did the sun shine bright and warm that day. Not an experience I want to repeat, but one I'm glad to have experienced.