Psychedelics_r_best
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Well I loaded a fat pile of DMT into my pipey in hopes of finally breaking through. Today was the first day I got a chance to rip it eventhough I loaded this fat pile quite a few days ago. I journeyed with my friend to an end of a trial in our local lagoon that featured some convenient benches and a bright unobstructed view of the surrounding landscape. A radio was brought as well with some music. Two other friends arrived momentarily to join us. However though, inconveniently, just as I was unpackaging the pipe and pile we could see birdwatchers meandering down the trail and so we had to wait until they all (there were quite a few processions of them) had reached our end of the trail and turned back.
As soon as this happened I heated away at my glass container and inhaled the fattest rip of the DMT I could. By this time it was 3:30 and I had to be at work by 4:00. All of my DMT trips have ended being squeezed into such short times. Well I held it in and, with the begginning of the sound of the cosmic ripping and the instant patterning and intense rush, I realized I took a massive hit and let out the two words "I'm fucked" just for the amusement of my friends, who were, by the time I said this, practically none existant in a growing trend of complete destruction of the way things are. Well, I guess I managed to hold in the hit longer, but nothing within the span of the next ten minutes was very discernible at all. My entire field of vision went to oblivion, my concept of self went into oblivion, I as I once was was no longer there, I was in oblivion. "I" was not able to think and recognize the fact that "I" was even in existance.
The next thing I as my self again can recollect is that my friends were saying something about vomit and that I apparently had vomitted on myself. I had very little ability to connect the sounds they were uttering to any meaning. My complete visual field was, quite literally, as if one would look through a kaleidoscope. Constantly altered collections of odd shapes in vast oceans of alien concept and terror . It was simply torn apart. The sky was composed of odd green and other colored shapes and the panarama of the lagoon, distant freeway, and the hives of houses on the further hills began to coalesce into a shifting frame, still unrecognizable as what it was before, of bright colors.
Down between my legs (I was sitting on a bench) I could discern some odd mass of matter slightly different from the rest as it moved about. Indeed it was vomit, though I have absolutely no recollection of myself vomitting, and at the time it was still all rather very vague and indiscernable. I slowly became coordinated enough to talk and asked questions concerning whether I had vomitted, what time it was, and repeated them quite often for time was moving terribly slowly and I had dreadful trouble reaccquainting myself with the world as it used to be. Gradually the ground slowly began to reappear out of the swirling rivers about me, adorned with continuously swirling patterns. The music that had been playing was vaguely recognizable increasingly from the void as I slowly regained my ability to interpret sound.
I soon attempted to stand and I found I could support my own weight, though the sensation was very odd and my visual field was still quite full of psychedelia, and my mind utterly confused. Well things gradually reclined in a manner relative to how Ive been describing the situation. I had vomitted a little on my pants (they were my black work pants too) though since then the stain is hardly visisble.
As soon as the various parts of myself were able to be collected once again it was 3:51 and I packaged up my pipe, DMT (though not before my friend took a rip of the residue filled pipe, tripped, and vomitted as well), left my torch and radio, and ran all the way back up the trail to my car. My body was still tingly and weightless as I ran and it felt quite interesting. The visuals slowly subsided until they gradually dissipated once I got to work at 4:04, though the color enhancement and taste in my mouth lasted a good deal longer. I had no trouble driving along the way.
Talking with my friends latter that day I had apparently been almost completely unresponsive for about seven minutes, during which time my friend tried to move my leg so I wouldnt vomit on myself. I have absolutely no recollection of that seven minutes, or at least of the vomitting. My vision and concept of self was so completely unrecognizable from our standard concious I would have never been able to tell. I also apparently asked my friends what time it was consistantly on the starting of the new minute.
This was really really really intense. Everything was surrounded by an aura that this all was rather trivial, there is something more. I wasn't concerned at all of what happened in the world I re-entered. Words really convey the experience terribly meagerly. I recall saying on the comedown of my trip, since I was so blasted by what just happened, "we should never do any more until I get a milligram scale so we can weigh it out."
As soon as this happened I heated away at my glass container and inhaled the fattest rip of the DMT I could. By this time it was 3:30 and I had to be at work by 4:00. All of my DMT trips have ended being squeezed into such short times. Well I held it in and, with the begginning of the sound of the cosmic ripping and the instant patterning and intense rush, I realized I took a massive hit and let out the two words "I'm fucked" just for the amusement of my friends, who were, by the time I said this, practically none existant in a growing trend of complete destruction of the way things are. Well, I guess I managed to hold in the hit longer, but nothing within the span of the next ten minutes was very discernible at all. My entire field of vision went to oblivion, my concept of self went into oblivion, I as I once was was no longer there, I was in oblivion. "I" was not able to think and recognize the fact that "I" was even in existance.
The next thing I as my self again can recollect is that my friends were saying something about vomit and that I apparently had vomitted on myself. I had very little ability to connect the sounds they were uttering to any meaning. My complete visual field was, quite literally, as if one would look through a kaleidoscope. Constantly altered collections of odd shapes in vast oceans of alien concept and terror . It was simply torn apart. The sky was composed of odd green and other colored shapes and the panarama of the lagoon, distant freeway, and the hives of houses on the further hills began to coalesce into a shifting frame, still unrecognizable as what it was before, of bright colors.
Down between my legs (I was sitting on a bench) I could discern some odd mass of matter slightly different from the rest as it moved about. Indeed it was vomit, though I have absolutely no recollection of myself vomitting, and at the time it was still all rather very vague and indiscernable. I slowly became coordinated enough to talk and asked questions concerning whether I had vomitted, what time it was, and repeated them quite often for time was moving terribly slowly and I had dreadful trouble reaccquainting myself with the world as it used to be. Gradually the ground slowly began to reappear out of the swirling rivers about me, adorned with continuously swirling patterns. The music that had been playing was vaguely recognizable increasingly from the void as I slowly regained my ability to interpret sound.
I soon attempted to stand and I found I could support my own weight, though the sensation was very odd and my visual field was still quite full of psychedelia, and my mind utterly confused. Well things gradually reclined in a manner relative to how Ive been describing the situation. I had vomitted a little on my pants (they were my black work pants too) though since then the stain is hardly visisble.
As soon as the various parts of myself were able to be collected once again it was 3:51 and I packaged up my pipe, DMT (though not before my friend took a rip of the residue filled pipe, tripped, and vomitted as well), left my torch and radio, and ran all the way back up the trail to my car. My body was still tingly and weightless as I ran and it felt quite interesting. The visuals slowly subsided until they gradually dissipated once I got to work at 4:04, though the color enhancement and taste in my mouth lasted a good deal longer. I had no trouble driving along the way.
Talking with my friends latter that day I had apparently been almost completely unresponsive for about seven minutes, during which time my friend tried to move my leg so I wouldnt vomit on myself. I have absolutely no recollection of that seven minutes, or at least of the vomitting. My vision and concept of self was so completely unrecognizable from our standard concious I would have never been able to tell. I also apparently asked my friends what time it was consistantly on the starting of the new minute.
This was really really really intense. Everything was surrounded by an aura that this all was rather trivial, there is something more. I wasn't concerned at all of what happened in the world I re-entered. Words really convey the experience terribly meagerly. I recall saying on the comedown of my trip, since I was so blasted by what just happened, "we should never do any more until I get a milligram scale so we can weigh it out."
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