Sorry if this doesn't exactly fit guidelines, I trust you'll understand.
So this morning, I arrived home after a night out with close friends, spinning records and what not. Last night, a friend of mine used an unknown but ballpark small dose of 5-meo-dmt (1 of 2 which this report entails). I watched him inhale through the glass bubbler, and as soon as he let out his smoke, he calmly put the pipe down and relaxed his body. What happened within his head I could never guess, but on the outside, he was trying to communicate but wasn't making any noise when he spoke. He looked puzzled, scared, and ecstatic all at once. As soon as he was able to talk, he was worried about his heart. I assured him he was fine, and on he went. Upon talking to him later, he was ecstatic not too have died, although he says he was totally fine with it when he was faced with it.
So, when I got to my house this morning, I hopped on Bluelight and read a few trip reports...and by God I put on some Tool and decided to finally face my dose (something I've been preparing for for a while). I emptied out my dose onto a bowl of high grade (pre-smoked, just brown, good bed for the substance) and lit the bowl by heating it from above instead of burning it. I watched the specks turn into liquid, and continued to inhale. When my lungs were full, I sputteered to hold the acrid smoke in, but managed to. Slowly, an intense buzz lit up my spinal (kundalini) column and sent intergalactic tingles ramparting throughout my body....I closed my eyes for most of the remainder of the peak. It is meaningful to say I dissolved into nothingness, everything, and the beyond all at once. Abstract but pastel like visuals covered my eyelids, fractals dancing upon mandala's, all to the beat of the indian drums in Tool's-Reflection. I felt my ego (in western psychonaut lingo), my self, dissolve. All the sudden, nothing really existed. It was as though everything had been a dream (a feeling I've also had on salvia and a combo of tryptamines, although this was much more pure feeling, without confusion) and now I had to wake up I felt immense change to my psyche taking place as I slowly re-assembled my "self".
I put on Tool's 46 and 2, a song I suddenly realized was perfect for the transformations my mind was undergoing. As the song began to peak, I sang along until a sudden burst of tears filled my eyes. I felt reborn, pure, and essentially very, very, VERY high (snicker). Then I started writing this trip report, which leads me to now. I am mostly down, but have one hell of a smile across my face and for once in a while, it has a purpose.
OM
So this morning, I arrived home after a night out with close friends, spinning records and what not. Last night, a friend of mine used an unknown but ballpark small dose of 5-meo-dmt (1 of 2 which this report entails). I watched him inhale through the glass bubbler, and as soon as he let out his smoke, he calmly put the pipe down and relaxed his body. What happened within his head I could never guess, but on the outside, he was trying to communicate but wasn't making any noise when he spoke. He looked puzzled, scared, and ecstatic all at once. As soon as he was able to talk, he was worried about his heart. I assured him he was fine, and on he went. Upon talking to him later, he was ecstatic not too have died, although he says he was totally fine with it when he was faced with it.
So, when I got to my house this morning, I hopped on Bluelight and read a few trip reports...and by God I put on some Tool and decided to finally face my dose (something I've been preparing for for a while). I emptied out my dose onto a bowl of high grade (pre-smoked, just brown, good bed for the substance) and lit the bowl by heating it from above instead of burning it. I watched the specks turn into liquid, and continued to inhale. When my lungs were full, I sputteered to hold the acrid smoke in, but managed to. Slowly, an intense buzz lit up my spinal (kundalini) column and sent intergalactic tingles ramparting throughout my body....I closed my eyes for most of the remainder of the peak. It is meaningful to say I dissolved into nothingness, everything, and the beyond all at once. Abstract but pastel like visuals covered my eyelids, fractals dancing upon mandala's, all to the beat of the indian drums in Tool's-Reflection. I felt my ego (in western psychonaut lingo), my self, dissolve. All the sudden, nothing really existed. It was as though everything had been a dream (a feeling I've also had on salvia and a combo of tryptamines, although this was much more pure feeling, without confusion) and now I had to wake up I felt immense change to my psyche taking place as I slowly re-assembled my "self".
I put on Tool's 46 and 2, a song I suddenly realized was perfect for the transformations my mind was undergoing. As the song began to peak, I sang along until a sudden burst of tears filled my eyes. I felt reborn, pure, and essentially very, very, VERY high (snicker). Then I started writing this trip report, which leads me to now. I am mostly down, but have one hell of a smile across my face and for once in a while, it has a purpose.
OM
