Preload on Ginger tea, Ginger pills or Ginger gum, yo. Has def. helped descrease HBW nausea for me. I may eventually try plugging a CWE of HBW or MG. Ive this huge syringe called a flavor injector which can hold 30 ml (whereas an oral syringe holds 10 ml) or so so even if the water extract was a lot it would still fit.
Folks on Nexus claim ground HBW can be snorted but I think this is one case where they're wishful thinking overactive imaginations are giving them placebo. I'd think only way HBW might be sniffable is a CWE and even that prob. wouldn't work.
Some forum geeks also claim HBW can be smoked to mild relaxing effects. They generally smoked the outer shell. I one time while peaking on DXM scraped the shells of dozens of HBW seeds then packed a fat bowl and smoked it and thought I got a short lived tingly, relaxed buzz but realize it was prob. placebo helped along my the DXM.
Btw, I find the more I smoke Deems my HBW and DXM trips are now MUCH more visual. It's as if HBW and DXM give my Dimitri flashbacks. Gotta love those free bonus trips.
BTW the combo of Elf Spice and DXM is simply amazing. Now, if only I got try Salvia, Spice and DXM together (maybe with some Kratom to mellow it).
Oh, how I miss Sally D...
On other note, psychedelic tolerance is such a bitch. I get so sick of watching my friends trip out of their heads off doses of psychs that leave me basically sober. I'm at a point in my psychedelic career where I generally need psych cocktails to get fullfilling, insightful effects. I sometimes miss the days that just eating some HBW or MG or blotter/liquid or 2CE or DXM was enough.
I know I could still get powerful effects from Vitamin K but wouldn't dare touch the stuff, since in the past it made me quickly lose my grip on reality (massive confusion, paranoia, delusions of grandeur and persectuion, etc) and act so manic that society felt they had to commit me and contain me in a psych ward for weeks and weeks. Then I got released and was getting by for a few weeks but then my old K dealer called and showed up with a vial and he was in this super generous mood and let me shoot through 800 mg (+ I drank 700 mg DXM as I recall) over a short night for free as I was pretty broke or maybe it was a long night? i had no sense of time in that K stupor/daze).
One really creepy thing is the friend who gave me the 800 mg of K I never saw again as later when I was in rehab he overdosed on a polydrug combo and his heart stopped. It was spooky because he was a best friend and I felt in general I did much higher doses of harmful drugs than him and I expected I'd die first. So the classic "why him not me" question coarsed through me for months and I often had dreams where he was still alive only to wake up very disappointed.
Then next day my old blotter man (who is a mutiple fenon/former crackhead/thieve/hustler) calls and for some reason is willing to sell me a tenstrip for EXTREMELY cheap. I should have known from the price and his eagerness to hook me up that the squares were some dirty awful psych amp like DOX's. So, me feeling so fearless and brave from my K use scoffed at the idea that a tenstrip of just good ol Lucy could fuck with me. I wanted to get to the edge of sanity but easily ride out on top. Instead, the ten white squares took hours to kick in and I became increasingly manic, paranoid, delusional, fearful, disorganized, moody, and self-absorbed (to the point I felt the universe revolved around me).
I thought I was a key figure in this cosmic conspiracy between good and evil forces and that I was stuck to assume the role of savior/massiah/Neo (from The Matrix). I ran around the neighorhood feeling like a deranged version of Inspector Gadget. I was so gone I tried sitting in Hooters at the bar and i told people "I'm hear to do investigative work. I am a detective"). LOL!!!! Eventually officers intervened as a local bar owner and his daughter called 911 on me because i was standing in there lot in the middle of the night shining a flashlight and binoculars at the owner's daughter, who was sitting in her car (prob. nervous as hell at me). See, that whole situation began because it was really late at night (maybe past 4 or 5) and the bar's lot was empty except one car with a woman in it (the owner's daughter). And here I am thinking oh my god why is this one car sitting there while the bar is closed and lot is empty. I have no idea who the woman is and think what if she's with one of THEM (sinister groups i imagined in my delusional mind like powerful aliens, the CIA, cartels, gangs, DEA) so I must walk up and investigate with my binoculars and flashlight. Tis my duty as a galactic detective. I didn't see any harm in shining the light on her and i hadnt walked very close to her car. Yet the broad dialed her cellphone and I'm thinking oh great shes calling the cops prob. (amazing in such an insane state I realized the cops were called). And sure enough the cops arrive as does her crusty old dad, the bar owner. He has some words with me (that I've apparently blocked out) then a patrol car approaches me and all I remember is the officers asked me where would you like us to drive you.
And i considered saying my home but instead said the hospital as I seriously feared what if I never come down and my fear, confusion and paranoia just gets worse and worse. I was really sick of the speedy unnending insanity of the tenstrip. And didn't know if I'd ever come down. So they drop me at the hospital ER and i tell the nurse I NEED LOTS OF BENZOS NOW TO COME DOWN and she just looks at me like she could care less what i just said and just wants to get me processed to the psych ward. So before long I'm in the psych ward. But that's a story for another time. The one disturbing event in the ward i'll mention is one time an orderly felt i was getting too close to him and feared violence from me so he sicked a bunch of huge black linebacker looking orderlies on me (eventually maybe 7 of them). That experience was so horrible. I fought them off for over 5 minutes with my manic brute strength and saw them as weak annoying insects that i wished to growl at and say hateful things to. I eventuallly gave up bc some of them were crushing my lungs and I was seriously having problems breathing so i let them put me in the notorious restraining vest. I really didnt expect theyd resort to suffocating me. Seems like irresponsible, lazy, insensitive orderlies to me. LOL
That chaos all transpired over 4 years ago and I'm confident my mind is totally over it and my brain fully recovered. I had to learn to respect sanity and not risk pushing myself to snap whether it be from sleep deprivation, drugs or stress. It's pretty strange to me I can abuse very high frequent doses of 2CE, LSA's, DXM or paper and not feel out of reality at all. Yet just Ketamine easily pushed to my mental limits. My recent usage of Deems seems to be developing me a quick tolerance too. I think I'll be one of those folks who needs a 50 mg smoked dose or an Aya experience. I bet Salvia I could still learn a lot from.
Thank god, now 4 years later I feel totally mentally sound and calm and in control and compassionate and selfless. I'm def. not the selfabsorbed, smug, devious, aggressive weary, wired to the gills maniac i once was. In fact people compliment me on how sensible and stable I seem. I've a newfound respect for my sanity and never again will put in my body and mind a drug that could throw off my balance.