str3amhuasca
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It was a random night, and I had DMT. I was haning out with my a good friend, one I had dropped many mushrooms and acid with. He is in art school, and felt the psychedelics were starting to make him go crazy, or influence his work too much. So he started drinking. That's another story.
He did not want to partake, but wanted to watch me under the influence.
Using the same method before, I sprinkled on a pile the size of a dime with a nice little mound shape. I didn't own a milligram scale, but eyeing it out was fine with me. It was a sub-hyperspace dose.
Upon exhaling the last of the smoke, I laid back on a couch and stared at this painting I have had all my life. It is of a farm. I lived grew up on the other side of this farm, but know exactly where this painting is. In the painting there is a large oak tree. I remember taking the bark from this tree and karate chopping it in half. I can't explain the whole painting now, but I can later if so desired. It is a painting of a path I would take as a child down to a private beach called Crickets.
As the effects grew, the tree started to grow out of the painting. I could see everyshade of green from light to dark, and it was all shimmering. It was twisting out and fractalizing, and it soon grew into a beautiful woman staring at me. A flowing, green, beautiful woman growing from this tree in the painting. The facial features were simple, almost non existent, but her body was the essence of goddess perfection. I wanted to go with her.
I jolted up and got close to the painting. I exclaimed to my friend "Do you see her?!?! There is a woman in the tree!". He obviously could not see her, and was quite disturbed by my sudden outburst and seeming insanity.
As I realized he couldn't see her, she started to recede back into the tree. The painting still shimmering, but the woman gone, I lit up a joint and explained to my friend what had just happened. I tried to see the woman within the painting not under the influence, but I don't see her.
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He did not want to partake, but wanted to watch me under the influence.
Using the same method before, I sprinkled on a pile the size of a dime with a nice little mound shape. I didn't own a milligram scale, but eyeing it out was fine with me. It was a sub-hyperspace dose.
Upon exhaling the last of the smoke, I laid back on a couch and stared at this painting I have had all my life. It is of a farm. I lived grew up on the other side of this farm, but know exactly where this painting is. In the painting there is a large oak tree. I remember taking the bark from this tree and karate chopping it in half. I can't explain the whole painting now, but I can later if so desired. It is a painting of a path I would take as a child down to a private beach called Crickets.
As the effects grew, the tree started to grow out of the painting. I could see everyshade of green from light to dark, and it was all shimmering. It was twisting out and fractalizing, and it soon grew into a beautiful woman staring at me. A flowing, green, beautiful woman growing from this tree in the painting. The facial features were simple, almost non existent, but her body was the essence of goddess perfection. I wanted to go with her.
I jolted up and got close to the painting. I exclaimed to my friend "Do you see her?!?! There is a woman in the tree!". He obviously could not see her, and was quite disturbed by my sudden outburst and seeming insanity.
As I realized he couldn't see her, she started to recede back into the tree. The painting still shimmering, but the woman gone, I lit up a joint and explained to my friend what had just happened. I tried to see the woman within the painting not under the influence, but I don't see her.
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