Psychonautical
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So today i decided to take a super massive haul from the large hadron collider, which is the nickname for my Vaporizor. Containing 100mg of my homemade DMT mixed with the shake from some fine kush.
There were 2 trip sitters as they were all kind of interested in watching me have a psychotic break? lol, i am just kidding, they are all my good friends, and they tried my batch before i even had my taste of it...
My first taste of it consisted of 20mg no visuals, at all, done from the same pipe that seemingly kicked everyone elses ass.
Now with my 4-aco-dmt excursions in the higher unearthly realms of 60-100mg
were all spectacular and i seemed to be the only one of my friends and apparently on this board who seems to be able to not only enjoy themselves but have a spiritual experience on top of a good time, with out any real negative effects... lol.
I am strongly interested in trying it at higher levels but the fear of chemically lobotomizing myself is something that every researcher but be aware of.
anyways... so i packed the large hadron collider with Kush Shake and 100mg of DMT my red headed friend Adam with his goatee was staring at me with an almost child like glee on his face, saying that i was going to be in for one hell of a ride. Joe said nothing and looked at my Calmly as per usual.
As i inhale i watch my living room which is orange in the daylight hue turn gold and then eventually disappear into a complex geometric web of static and vibrant colors completely the only thing that remained in my vision was the Computer Moniter. The music visualizer on the computer moniter which is normally cascading across the room on every other hallucinogen i had ever done, was now completely and totally contained, the colors were even less intense than they usually were.
The Walls were textured in wild rainbow Aztec Patterns as were the curtains.
I expressed how i was being overwhelmed with beauty and thats when the green and purple geometric flying space elephant entered the room and did a little dance on the heads of my friends before i started to come down some...
By this point, 7 minutes had passed. After the geometric elephant did his gravitational Cartesian Dance, it literally just disappeared into thin air.
10 minutes in. I was still flying rather high and quite strongly instead of trying to explain to my friends what it was i was seeing i just shoved my head into my hands Face palm style and rested there for what was apparently another 7 minutes. When i came too, the first thing i realized was i was communicating with my cells i was listening to them chatter back and for and despite me having no knowledge of what they were saying to each other, i heard a very distinct dialect which at the time ment something to me, but now i have absolutely no idea what was being communicated.
By this point everything had let up a good amount.
I was still impressed with the patterns on my curtains
I looked over at my friends and i proceeded to tell them that when this ends, that pattern had better still be there because it is fucking beautiful. Joe told me, he would bring me some paint so when i hit dmt i could paint the patterns onto the curtain myself.
I told him to fuck himself, and that he would buy me patterned curtains instead, and then proceeded to laugh for 3 minutes straight, until the rest of the trip ended.
So the 2nd time i ever smoked DMT in my whole entire life,
I handled 100mg, pretty well i'd like to think.
There were 2 trip sitters as they were all kind of interested in watching me have a psychotic break? lol, i am just kidding, they are all my good friends, and they tried my batch before i even had my taste of it...
My first taste of it consisted of 20mg no visuals, at all, done from the same pipe that seemingly kicked everyone elses ass.
Now with my 4-aco-dmt excursions in the higher unearthly realms of 60-100mg
were all spectacular and i seemed to be the only one of my friends and apparently on this board who seems to be able to not only enjoy themselves but have a spiritual experience on top of a good time, with out any real negative effects... lol.
I am strongly interested in trying it at higher levels but the fear of chemically lobotomizing myself is something that every researcher but be aware of.
anyways... so i packed the large hadron collider with Kush Shake and 100mg of DMT my red headed friend Adam with his goatee was staring at me with an almost child like glee on his face, saying that i was going to be in for one hell of a ride. Joe said nothing and looked at my Calmly as per usual.
As i inhale i watch my living room which is orange in the daylight hue turn gold and then eventually disappear into a complex geometric web of static and vibrant colors completely the only thing that remained in my vision was the Computer Moniter. The music visualizer on the computer moniter which is normally cascading across the room on every other hallucinogen i had ever done, was now completely and totally contained, the colors were even less intense than they usually were.
The Walls were textured in wild rainbow Aztec Patterns as were the curtains.
I expressed how i was being overwhelmed with beauty and thats when the green and purple geometric flying space elephant entered the room and did a little dance on the heads of my friends before i started to come down some...
By this point, 7 minutes had passed. After the geometric elephant did his gravitational Cartesian Dance, it literally just disappeared into thin air.
10 minutes in. I was still flying rather high and quite strongly instead of trying to explain to my friends what it was i was seeing i just shoved my head into my hands Face palm style and rested there for what was apparently another 7 minutes. When i came too, the first thing i realized was i was communicating with my cells i was listening to them chatter back and for and despite me having no knowledge of what they were saying to each other, i heard a very distinct dialect which at the time ment something to me, but now i have absolutely no idea what was being communicated.
By this point everything had let up a good amount.
I was still impressed with the patterns on my curtains
I looked over at my friends and i proceeded to tell them that when this ends, that pattern had better still be there because it is fucking beautiful. Joe told me, he would bring me some paint so when i hit dmt i could paint the patterns onto the curtain myself.
I told him to fuck himself, and that he would buy me patterned curtains instead, and then proceeded to laugh for 3 minutes straight, until the rest of the trip ended.
So the 2nd time i ever smoked DMT in my whole entire life,
I handled 100mg, pretty well i'd like to think.
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