It's getting late, forgive me if I briefly spell out the visuals...
I dosed <15mg 4-AcO-MipT after eating a bag of popcorn on an empty stomach at 5. I first felt it as I hit the street, an anxious taste of excitement bubbling up over the never-look-back attitude I'd gone with.
I spent aabout 45 minutes at the laundromat taking care of the last of the day's chores. I focused on hearing a lecture given by Alex Grey on the Psychedelic Salon podcast.
As I returned home and folded my clothes there was definitely increased music appreciation. Indeed, listening to a recorded soundcheck of 'The new Maybe' by the Tragically Hip, I remember telling myself, "This whole song feels yellow.." in a 'Here Comes the Sun' kind of way.
I logged on for a few minutes and chatted with family back home. I felt better in the dark but the webcam became a nice source of fascination when I saw myself.
A major theme was the necessity to spend as little electricity as possible. I used a text editor to try and record the experience as it happened, which up to then seemed divine.
I reinterpreted things I'd already written as unwittingly typing about adding more, Salvia. I got the barely used dropper bottle of tincture from my fridge and hesitatingly dropped almost a bulb squeeze, or a little more than 1mL right under my tongue.
Awareness of the cost the energy I was using was still omnipresent. I liked listening to music and chatting online, but couldn't bring myself to turn the tv on when 8 o'clock rolled around. I looked inside my kitchen with the lights off and thought I saw a huge black puma, ready and low to the ground.
Finally I decided to tape tv while listening to 'Psychedelic Psychotherapy and the Shadow' by Ann Shulgin. That went soon enough too, however, and I found myself crawling onto my bed as it seemed to be the least karma loaded position I could be.
I enjoyed my first actual, if brief, extra-bodily awareness. At first I immediately felt the familiar disjunction that I feel on Salvia. I believe that I give dopamine to crystallize the bond between the experience and ego-death. I was rewarded with very 'sinewy' visuals, like cartilage morphing into a bird.
Earlier I'd had many somewhat paranoid realizations about the meaning of 'Ego-loss' and the truth of becoming less worldly.
I knew Salvia would want less of a moving target so I tried to be still as I saw images of vipers and cobras. They were like, 'You think bats are the only vampires?' and would lunge at me with their fangs.
Another striking theme was the almost reversed disparity between men and women's minds in Salvia space. I saw myself as a mind-sex virgin, and while I was about to ask a girl I dreamt about to take me, I thought of how my parents had brought me up and whether I'd want to be a 'slut'. (I do now, but then..) She immediately grew into a anger at my 'teasing' ways.. Datura would hurt me, she said (and not in the caring for me way but in the vengeful tone of overconfidence), soon summer is on it's way and I was going to order seeds.
I thought about my little Salvia plant, barely offshooting a leaf, reduced from the generous cutting it once was.
Finally I got up around a little past ten, when the sound of recording stopped on the VCR. In contrast to having just lain for 2 hours, now I wasn't supposed to sit because I would 'lose sight' (literally, my potential line of sight towards a horizon would be shortened). I fretted and finally turned the computer on, to type ASAP.
I dosed <15mg 4-AcO-MipT after eating a bag of popcorn on an empty stomach at 5. I first felt it as I hit the street, an anxious taste of excitement bubbling up over the never-look-back attitude I'd gone with.
I spent aabout 45 minutes at the laundromat taking care of the last of the day's chores. I focused on hearing a lecture given by Alex Grey on the Psychedelic Salon podcast.
As I returned home and folded my clothes there was definitely increased music appreciation. Indeed, listening to a recorded soundcheck of 'The new Maybe' by the Tragically Hip, I remember telling myself, "This whole song feels yellow.." in a 'Here Comes the Sun' kind of way.
I logged on for a few minutes and chatted with family back home. I felt better in the dark but the webcam became a nice source of fascination when I saw myself.
A major theme was the necessity to spend as little electricity as possible. I used a text editor to try and record the experience as it happened, which up to then seemed divine.
I reinterpreted things I'd already written as unwittingly typing about adding more, Salvia. I got the barely used dropper bottle of tincture from my fridge and hesitatingly dropped almost a bulb squeeze, or a little more than 1mL right under my tongue.
Awareness of the cost the energy I was using was still omnipresent. I liked listening to music and chatting online, but couldn't bring myself to turn the tv on when 8 o'clock rolled around. I looked inside my kitchen with the lights off and thought I saw a huge black puma, ready and low to the ground.
Finally I decided to tape tv while listening to 'Psychedelic Psychotherapy and the Shadow' by Ann Shulgin. That went soon enough too, however, and I found myself crawling onto my bed as it seemed to be the least karma loaded position I could be.
I enjoyed my first actual, if brief, extra-bodily awareness. At first I immediately felt the familiar disjunction that I feel on Salvia. I believe that I give dopamine to crystallize the bond between the experience and ego-death. I was rewarded with very 'sinewy' visuals, like cartilage morphing into a bird.
Earlier I'd had many somewhat paranoid realizations about the meaning of 'Ego-loss' and the truth of becoming less worldly.
I knew Salvia would want less of a moving target so I tried to be still as I saw images of vipers and cobras. They were like, 'You think bats are the only vampires?' and would lunge at me with their fangs.
Another striking theme was the almost reversed disparity between men and women's minds in Salvia space. I saw myself as a mind-sex virgin, and while I was about to ask a girl I dreamt about to take me, I thought of how my parents had brought me up and whether I'd want to be a 'slut'. (I do now, but then..) She immediately grew into a anger at my 'teasing' ways.. Datura would hurt me, she said (and not in the caring for me way but in the vengeful tone of overconfidence), soon summer is on it's way and I was going to order seeds.
I thought about my little Salvia plant, barely offshooting a leaf, reduced from the generous cutting it once was.
Finally I got up around a little past ten, when the sound of recording stopped on the VCR. In contrast to having just lain for 2 hours, now I wasn't supposed to sit because I would 'lose sight' (literally, my potential line of sight towards a horizon would be shortened). I fretted and finally turned the computer on, to type ASAP.
