Propyl Power
Bluelighter
Some friends and I decided that we would trip on the Winter Solstice. Being the longest night of the year, in the frigid (7 *F) central United States, of course Dextromethorphan (praise be upon its' name) was the only choice.
We approached the experience with the deepest respect and gratitude, using the winter solstice as an opportunity to commemorate and celebrate the power & beauty of darkness and the night.
Medical cannabis was smoked throughout the experience.
The players: D, L, S, and myself.
The scene: A secluded mansion on a hill in the woods, which L & D were housesitting.
We all took about the same dose - 350 mg, spread out a little over an hour - 1 50 mg capsule taken every 10-15 minutes. We all had empty stomachs. The DXM was in the form of crystal which had been extracted from syrup.
As I weigh about 50 pounds less than everybody else, I ended up falling much deeper down the rabbit hole. I'll start with some retained snapshots and fragments of the the others' experience:
The trips commenced for all of us with an evaluation of our paths through life thus far, then allowed us to explore alternate future consequences for a variety of possible life choices. I believe this a common occurrence with ketamine as well. From there, I fully disassociated while the rest stayed mostly around their bodies. For them, the house and hillside came alive with spirits - spirits of native peoples that had lived on the land previously, spirits nonhuman, spirits of every type, description, and disposition swarmed the house in an ecstastic babble of communications. At the height of this entity invasion, S & D reported that the entire house around us disappeared - and suddenly we were outside, with the glittering obsidian sky above and skeletal trees creaking in the love-bite of cold clean air. S got a powerful message from the Big Chief. D careened around the house, chasing after apparitions. Even though I was in my own trip at the time, I distinctly remember feeling that there were many, many more than 3 other people in the room with me. The vibe was something like a riotous, dionysian, pagan, tender, wondrous, witchy black mass. It was quite the party.
At one point S pulled out a crystal of Moldavite, which is a strange smoky green, bizarrely textured crystal formed from the melted sand around a meteorite impact. D tried to charge it with energy and it burnt his hands - (Moldavite does not need to be charged). He then put it on my chest (I was lying down) and within seconds my heart began to beat at an alarmingly rapid pace and I quickly removed it. Very strange.
I felt that for the first time, DXM accepted me into its fold, took me under its' wing, and allowed me to soar. Previously there had been a kind of distance - it seemed to be probing me, perhaps assessing my intentions and capabilities. This time, we were one.
I'm don't think I have ever felt such exhilarating, ecstastic, godly emotions in my life (except for a ++++ on mushrooms). The purest, cleanest emotion oozed out of every pore like liquid mercury, enveloping me in a quicksilver embrace. I then became a beam of light, formless starstuff, an endless unknown god in forgotten depths of Night.
The visuals are also unparalleled. Incomparable pastels, iridescence, opalescence, nacreous pearlescent shimmers, highly refined texture-languages.
Nobody had any physical complaints throughout the entire trip. I threw up a little water after I had consumed 250 mg, but immediately felt better and had no problems swallowing the remaining 100 mg.
It is now the 4th day after this trip and I still feel the vestiges of a wonderful afterglow, characterized by feelings of inner strength and inner peace.
I find that subtle, intelligent, emotional psytrance or goatrance is the music best suited for a DXM trip. The album "Deja Vu Fabrique" by the artist Zolod is especially exceptional and conveys the whole DXM vibe to an eerily accurate degree. The slower-paced 'Distant System - Spiral Empire', has also been an invaluable sonic rudder.
A final note: This is NOT a toy. It is NOT for fun. If you are doing this for entertainment, at best you will be brushed off, at worst you will be SLAPPED. If you want good results, you need to earn it through respect, patience, and work.
IF YOU WANT TO FEEL GOOD AND HAVE FUN, MOVE ON. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.
FOR MAGICKAL PURPOSES ONLY.
I'll let this free writing that I did the next day explain the rest:
"A slow tumble of catastrophic bliss. From velvet depths spurting white-hot miracles. The winding path. A rotating portal. A crease. A clench. A stitch. The twist and turn. The warp and weft. The lock and the key. The knot. Tangled in slippery fate. Hot amniotic froth.
The hidden way. A secret gathering. Chattering teeth, a wiggling eyeball. Witches’ Sabbath. Spinning clock hands. Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Purity. Endless blue.
Boundless. Soaring through thick star-studded ether. Unfurled. The cup that runneth over.
Tunnels. The process. A glimpse behind. Reveal. Re-veil.
Slicing through the taut karmic umbilicus. Hot coppery taste of blood. Bone-strewn plain. Links forged of desire pain and gristle in the chain of my incarnations. Hellraiser.
A plateau. Stark. Abiotic. The plane. The point.
A frozen shard. A blade. Contraction. Release.
Finding your way back to before the beginning.
Out of light cometh darkness."
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We approached the experience with the deepest respect and gratitude, using the winter solstice as an opportunity to commemorate and celebrate the power & beauty of darkness and the night.
Medical cannabis was smoked throughout the experience.
The players: D, L, S, and myself.
The scene: A secluded mansion on a hill in the woods, which L & D were housesitting.
We all took about the same dose - 350 mg, spread out a little over an hour - 1 50 mg capsule taken every 10-15 minutes. We all had empty stomachs. The DXM was in the form of crystal which had been extracted from syrup.
As I weigh about 50 pounds less than everybody else, I ended up falling much deeper down the rabbit hole. I'll start with some retained snapshots and fragments of the the others' experience:
The trips commenced for all of us with an evaluation of our paths through life thus far, then allowed us to explore alternate future consequences for a variety of possible life choices. I believe this a common occurrence with ketamine as well. From there, I fully disassociated while the rest stayed mostly around their bodies. For them, the house and hillside came alive with spirits - spirits of native peoples that had lived on the land previously, spirits nonhuman, spirits of every type, description, and disposition swarmed the house in an ecstastic babble of communications. At the height of this entity invasion, S & D reported that the entire house around us disappeared - and suddenly we were outside, with the glittering obsidian sky above and skeletal trees creaking in the love-bite of cold clean air. S got a powerful message from the Big Chief. D careened around the house, chasing after apparitions. Even though I was in my own trip at the time, I distinctly remember feeling that there were many, many more than 3 other people in the room with me. The vibe was something like a riotous, dionysian, pagan, tender, wondrous, witchy black mass. It was quite the party.
At one point S pulled out a crystal of Moldavite, which is a strange smoky green, bizarrely textured crystal formed from the melted sand around a meteorite impact. D tried to charge it with energy and it burnt his hands - (Moldavite does not need to be charged). He then put it on my chest (I was lying down) and within seconds my heart began to beat at an alarmingly rapid pace and I quickly removed it. Very strange.
I felt that for the first time, DXM accepted me into its fold, took me under its' wing, and allowed me to soar. Previously there had been a kind of distance - it seemed to be probing me, perhaps assessing my intentions and capabilities. This time, we were one.
I'm don't think I have ever felt such exhilarating, ecstastic, godly emotions in my life (except for a ++++ on mushrooms). The purest, cleanest emotion oozed out of every pore like liquid mercury, enveloping me in a quicksilver embrace. I then became a beam of light, formless starstuff, an endless unknown god in forgotten depths of Night.
The visuals are also unparalleled. Incomparable pastels, iridescence, opalescence, nacreous pearlescent shimmers, highly refined texture-languages.
Nobody had any physical complaints throughout the entire trip. I threw up a little water after I had consumed 250 mg, but immediately felt better and had no problems swallowing the remaining 100 mg.
It is now the 4th day after this trip and I still feel the vestiges of a wonderful afterglow, characterized by feelings of inner strength and inner peace.
I find that subtle, intelligent, emotional psytrance or goatrance is the music best suited for a DXM trip. The album "Deja Vu Fabrique" by the artist Zolod is especially exceptional and conveys the whole DXM vibe to an eerily accurate degree. The slower-paced 'Distant System - Spiral Empire', has also been an invaluable sonic rudder.
A final note: This is NOT a toy. It is NOT for fun. If you are doing this for entertainment, at best you will be brushed off, at worst you will be SLAPPED. If you want good results, you need to earn it through respect, patience, and work.
IF YOU WANT TO FEEL GOOD AND HAVE FUN, MOVE ON. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.
FOR MAGICKAL PURPOSES ONLY.
I'll let this free writing that I did the next day explain the rest:
"A slow tumble of catastrophic bliss. From velvet depths spurting white-hot miracles. The winding path. A rotating portal. A crease. A clench. A stitch. The twist and turn. The warp and weft. The lock and the key. The knot. Tangled in slippery fate. Hot amniotic froth.
The hidden way. A secret gathering. Chattering teeth, a wiggling eyeball. Witches’ Sabbath. Spinning clock hands. Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Purity. Endless blue.
Boundless. Soaring through thick star-studded ether. Unfurled. The cup that runneth over.
Tunnels. The process. A glimpse behind. Reveal. Re-veil.
Slicing through the taut karmic umbilicus. Hot coppery taste of blood. Bone-strewn plain. Links forged of desire pain and gristle in the chain of my incarnations. Hellraiser.
A plateau. Stark. Abiotic. The plane. The point.
A frozen shard. A blade. Contraction. Release.
Finding your way back to before the beginning.
Out of light cometh darkness."
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substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_experienced
roacode_oral
exptype_positive
exptype_spiritual
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to be able to enjoy properly lol. Anyway what im trying to say is perhaps he is like my friend and can trip really quite hard of small amounts.