Still recovering from last night... wow-wa-woo-wa. Hmm, having trouble organizing my thoughts, may have to edit this later. Sober now but, confused. Anyways:
The Planning Stage
My good friends D, P and S and I are sitting around a campfire thursday night trying out our JWH-018 mix. It is pleasant; a bit more intense feeling than weed though. Gently stoned, we discuss our plans for the next night. We have all requested saturday off in anticipation of something grand. Being halloween time we talk about a costume party. Well to get to the point we decide to have an outdoors costume party in the middle of the woods but only with a few trusted friends. We end up with 4 other people on our invite list. We call them and 3 respond affirmatively. So including me, we have 7 people to gather.
The Party Begins
We set up with plenty of cool party supplies at our site, far from civilization. These supplies include what is in the title. So me, D, P, S, X, Y and Z (grouped together like this cause they are sorta in their own friends group) show up with costumes on. I am a zombie with face paint and a rugged old brown jacket with Nazi symbols on it (to copy Call of Duty zombies). We start by ingesting 4-ho-mipt; I take 25mg at 8pm, the rest take either the same or a half. We smoke some JWH and have some laughs by the fire, and it was easy to laugh with all the crazy faces and costumes aimed at me.
Intensification Stimulation
With the 4-mipt starting to run strong at 9pm, I decide to prepare a pipe of 100mg mimosa extracted DMT on top of the damiana base JWH. I take a small puff and pass. Seconds later, I hear voices that are not there and intense electronic buzzing. I begin to lose my identity but try to laugh with the rest of the tripping faces. I begin to feel as if we are part of a tribal colony, but can't seem to identify who I am. Visuals blast off intensely all around me. The trees grow and warp; flower-like patterns spiral and suck me in towards them inch by inch.
Y was the next to hit the pipe after me and despite my advice to take it easy he rips a big gulp down. As I barely recognize him, he begins to take on a nervous, spontaneous-in-a-bad-way vibe to him. He manages to pass the pipe but I can see even through his dinosaur mask he is having trouble. He lays down by the fire uneventfully however and I become more relaxed and engulfed into the strange experience.
At 10pm despite the DMT subsiding I am tripping very hard. I stumble with words to the point I give up on talking and the others are quiet too, just staring off and occasionally laughing. I hear strange music pulsating throughout the woods and seem to think it is the trees who have gained an ability to communicate. I shake off this delusion but continue to be intrigued by the strange alien digital sounds. "Do - you hear it , too?" I struggle to ask. "I hear a lot of strange noises" D spits out. As intensity rises, I struggle to hold onto myself but I gradually let myself slip away into a shocking empty abyss; a strange loss of all memory and mental function. I don't remember much else of this part.
The Dance
I don't remember what lead up to the crazy dance, but S thinks it was started by himself and trying to release all the energy he felt building, and others followed. My memory loss indicates high intensity at this point, but I do remember running around the fire to a certain natural beat with others running around also. We form concentric circles and it appears godlike to me. I don't really even know who we are and what we are doing but it is amazing. This part is during my peak and the bits I remember going through my brain were intense and impossible to describe or understand, but it was incredible.
Coming down, into the Hole
Around 1am, after dancing a while and having an amazing spiritual journey, we go in our big tent and I prepare K injections for all but X and Y, who decide to snort. Thankfully needles were just legalized here (I found out from BL!) so I had plenty. I weigh up 100mg for everyone, but throw in 25mg extra to X and Y. We all inject at once. At this time, I feel as if I am coming down a good bit but still am tripping at like +2.5; still having visuals but my mind is thinking more soberly, without all the strange flashing popping concepts and more focused on language.
3 minutes later, after talking mostly of our excitement to what is in store for us, we lay down on our sleeping bags as I feel the strange buzzing sedation overwhelm and numb my body. We say our goodbyes with slurred speech and I close my eyes. We had put on some trance music and it was beautifully integrating into my inward journey. I began to truly believe the song was meant for this very moment and the purpose of its creation was just for us. I see a huge colorful futuristic landscape form (usually by itself K isn't colorful)... and drift off into indescribable worlds where death didn't matter, only the moment existed.
Winding Down after Falling in
We come to and start talking after about an hour. We were all amazed and felt truly honored to be able to have such amazing experiences. Our costumes came off metaphorically and literally as we prepared for rest with 20mg ambien each. This lead to quite a bit of laughing and talking about a half hour later but after an hour I was peacefully asleep.
***
Having reread this, it feels empty and without substance, but it is about the best I can do now. I still feel a bit strung out but amazed. This experience was one of my favorites... not much more detail can go into such a subjective and powerful experience.
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The Planning Stage
My good friends D, P and S and I are sitting around a campfire thursday night trying out our JWH-018 mix. It is pleasant; a bit more intense feeling than weed though. Gently stoned, we discuss our plans for the next night. We have all requested saturday off in anticipation of something grand. Being halloween time we talk about a costume party. Well to get to the point we decide to have an outdoors costume party in the middle of the woods but only with a few trusted friends. We end up with 4 other people on our invite list. We call them and 3 respond affirmatively. So including me, we have 7 people to gather.
The Party Begins
We set up with plenty of cool party supplies at our site, far from civilization. These supplies include what is in the title. So me, D, P, S, X, Y and Z (grouped together like this cause they are sorta in their own friends group) show up with costumes on. I am a zombie with face paint and a rugged old brown jacket with Nazi symbols on it (to copy Call of Duty zombies). We start by ingesting 4-ho-mipt; I take 25mg at 8pm, the rest take either the same or a half. We smoke some JWH and have some laughs by the fire, and it was easy to laugh with all the crazy faces and costumes aimed at me.
Intensification Stimulation
With the 4-mipt starting to run strong at 9pm, I decide to prepare a pipe of 100mg mimosa extracted DMT on top of the damiana base JWH. I take a small puff and pass. Seconds later, I hear voices that are not there and intense electronic buzzing. I begin to lose my identity but try to laugh with the rest of the tripping faces. I begin to feel as if we are part of a tribal colony, but can't seem to identify who I am. Visuals blast off intensely all around me. The trees grow and warp; flower-like patterns spiral and suck me in towards them inch by inch.
Y was the next to hit the pipe after me and despite my advice to take it easy he rips a big gulp down. As I barely recognize him, he begins to take on a nervous, spontaneous-in-a-bad-way vibe to him. He manages to pass the pipe but I can see even through his dinosaur mask he is having trouble. He lays down by the fire uneventfully however and I become more relaxed and engulfed into the strange experience.
At 10pm despite the DMT subsiding I am tripping very hard. I stumble with words to the point I give up on talking and the others are quiet too, just staring off and occasionally laughing. I hear strange music pulsating throughout the woods and seem to think it is the trees who have gained an ability to communicate. I shake off this delusion but continue to be intrigued by the strange alien digital sounds. "Do - you hear it , too?" I struggle to ask. "I hear a lot of strange noises" D spits out. As intensity rises, I struggle to hold onto myself but I gradually let myself slip away into a shocking empty abyss; a strange loss of all memory and mental function. I don't remember much else of this part.
The Dance
I don't remember what lead up to the crazy dance, but S thinks it was started by himself and trying to release all the energy he felt building, and others followed. My memory loss indicates high intensity at this point, but I do remember running around the fire to a certain natural beat with others running around also. We form concentric circles and it appears godlike to me. I don't really even know who we are and what we are doing but it is amazing. This part is during my peak and the bits I remember going through my brain were intense and impossible to describe or understand, but it was incredible.
Coming down, into the Hole
Around 1am, after dancing a while and having an amazing spiritual journey, we go in our big tent and I prepare K injections for all but X and Y, who decide to snort. Thankfully needles were just legalized here (I found out from BL!) so I had plenty. I weigh up 100mg for everyone, but throw in 25mg extra to X and Y. We all inject at once. At this time, I feel as if I am coming down a good bit but still am tripping at like +2.5; still having visuals but my mind is thinking more soberly, without all the strange flashing popping concepts and more focused on language.
3 minutes later, after talking mostly of our excitement to what is in store for us, we lay down on our sleeping bags as I feel the strange buzzing sedation overwhelm and numb my body. We say our goodbyes with slurred speech and I close my eyes. We had put on some trance music and it was beautifully integrating into my inward journey. I began to truly believe the song was meant for this very moment and the purpose of its creation was just for us. I see a huge colorful futuristic landscape form (usually by itself K isn't colorful)... and drift off into indescribable worlds where death didn't matter, only the moment existed.
Winding Down after Falling in
We come to and start talking after about an hour. We were all amazed and felt truly honored to be able to have such amazing experiences. Our costumes came off metaphorically and literally as we prepared for rest with 20mg ambien each. This lead to quite a bit of laughing and talking about a half hour later but after an hour I was peacefully asleep.
***
Having reread this, it feels empty and without substance, but it is about the best I can do now. I still feel a bit strung out but amazed. This experience was one of my favorites... not much more detail can go into such a subjective and powerful experience.
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That's a helluva mixture!
