str3amhuasca
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Mar 28, 2009
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It was an off-white powder, almost yellow. The smell was that off mothballs, so was the smoke. It wasn't the best, but it was good and it was DMT.
The DMT was sprinkled onto tobacco ash, with a screen underneath, in the bowl of an elaborate cannabis pipe. No system of measurement was used.
It was summer and I was sitting on my couch, listening the cicadas. I held the pipe in my hand preparing myself, thinking happy things. This wasn't the first experiment, but it turned to be the most intense.
I lifted the pipe to my mouth and held the light just above the DMT. Inhaling slowly, I carefully melted the DMT into the ash and inhaled as much smoke as possible. Amount of hits I don't remember, but I do remember the thought "oh boy that was much much more than before" just as the universe turned itself inside out.
First I felt like gravity had suddenly increased. I felt a vibration in my feet. The sound of the cicadas raised in volume and seemed to resonate with the vibrations I was feeling. It was becoming very intense, very fast. The vibrations grew to the point that it felt as if my body were train tracks and a freight train was going from my feet to head at light speed. The sound of cicadas also rose and remained the same resonance.
Then, I was there. Hyper space I think. The vibration was gone, so were the cicadas. I don't know if I had my eyes open or not. My vision was nothing but psychedelia moving, morphing and changing at incredible speed. It slowed down to a space, somewhere, the fourth dimension maybe. I wasn't being shot out of the so called cannon anymore. There were still rapid milkdrop like visuals, but there was something else. There was a strange white silhouette. A silhouette of a chef and a grill. He was inviting me to join.
I was at a hyperspace BBQ.
I only observed and soon was able to see my surroundings again. I was almost back in the real world. Visuals were equivalent+ a heroic dose of mushrooms or LSD. But I could see my living room and kitchen, I knew where I was.
I gazed into the dining room, to the chandelier above the table. It became a black amoeba with eight sparkling orange eyes. It consumed the dining room. I felt very intimated by its presence. A bit disturbed, I continued to watch this life form until the the dining room returned.
I then laid back, smoked a joint and enjoyed a ++ trip for about an hour. Another experiment followed, but that's for later.
The DMT was sprinkled onto tobacco ash, with a screen underneath, in the bowl of an elaborate cannabis pipe. No system of measurement was used.
It was summer and I was sitting on my couch, listening the cicadas. I held the pipe in my hand preparing myself, thinking happy things. This wasn't the first experiment, but it turned to be the most intense.
I lifted the pipe to my mouth and held the light just above the DMT. Inhaling slowly, I carefully melted the DMT into the ash and inhaled as much smoke as possible. Amount of hits I don't remember, but I do remember the thought "oh boy that was much much more than before" just as the universe turned itself inside out.
First I felt like gravity had suddenly increased. I felt a vibration in my feet. The sound of the cicadas raised in volume and seemed to resonate with the vibrations I was feeling. It was becoming very intense, very fast. The vibrations grew to the point that it felt as if my body were train tracks and a freight train was going from my feet to head at light speed. The sound of cicadas also rose and remained the same resonance.
Then, I was there. Hyper space I think. The vibration was gone, so were the cicadas. I don't know if I had my eyes open or not. My vision was nothing but psychedelia moving, morphing and changing at incredible speed. It slowed down to a space, somewhere, the fourth dimension maybe. I wasn't being shot out of the so called cannon anymore. There were still rapid milkdrop like visuals, but there was something else. There was a strange white silhouette. A silhouette of a chef and a grill. He was inviting me to join.
I was at a hyperspace BBQ.
I only observed and soon was able to see my surroundings again. I was almost back in the real world. Visuals were equivalent+ a heroic dose of mushrooms or LSD. But I could see my living room and kitchen, I knew where I was.
I gazed into the dining room, to the chandelier above the table. It became a black amoeba with eight sparkling orange eyes. It consumed the dining room. I felt very intimated by its presence. A bit disturbed, I continued to watch this life form until the the dining room returned.
I then laid back, smoked a joint and enjoyed a ++ trip for about an hour. Another experiment followed, but that's for later.
