Ever smoked heroic doses and just black out? Reminds me a lot of a dream.
Indeed, the one time I foolishly and lastly ever poured a dose from dram vial containing multiple grams of dimitri was pretty much my last....I pretty much in my mind vaped nearly 120mgs of beautiful quality DMT crystals, whilst on some ferociously good LSD, then dedicated because of the "Pre trip" tolerance that happens especially when ones ingests a lot of DMT variously that I could just happy go lucky vape more. Long story short I poured at least a quarter gram of DMT into the bowl. I vaped it well, again
, though this time in enitrity and it just suddenly hit me as reality was put bit by bit back into, it's now repixelized neon replica of the earlier one, save the waving walls, or more appropriately borders. I convinced myself upon seeing this new reality that I had been born freshly, which was comically mirrored in the way it seemed like my cat turned back into a kitten, like he had regressed back with me as well. I also spent probably ten or so minutes lost in a mirror as well, watching myself growing older, then shedding "myself", once again. Only spent a few mirror duels, but damn if they weren't some of the worst most chaotic, damning, repeating of any psychedelic concept I had ever seen. A mirror duel is what I call a breakthrough dose where you've clearly broken through but normal reality holds little regards, ex) in mirror duels I would often see myself repeatedly aged, deceased, reborn, aged, that one was just tiring as I just felt the want to shed some skin, the serious battles......namely occurred after my normally insane self would sanely dose multiple doses of various psyches or diss's then redose/smoke noids to my hearts content. They were then a battle of some stranger who stands before me in a mirror and "I" who I see but don't recognize, has one of several turbulent scenarios fulfilled, like my teeth simply melting away washing off my face like color paint, only to root around my mouth to find the confirmatory that it to had conformed and now was "toothless".
Years of DMT tokin.....? Still tokin? Whenever I can get a chock...any real fool would know that
I really only vape DMT rarely now a days, been a bit of distance since my last launch. I think though, that any true DMT pychonaut knows, theres never an end anyways, so whats the wait inbetween a few tokes of divine peace?
Only ever communicated with "one" "being" once while tripping highly, though later this was founded to be my own spirit on its mission to show me something. Besides thats....no connects! I think my linxors are broken.....what must I do to commune with these beings?!? My laylines are always open but.....only entered THAT VOID once. Nothing since, nothing like before. Maybe that just was my ++++ with 5-MeO-DMT......but I expected a bit more and was rousted with the void's shivering chill. DMT is like a brilliant white light whereas 5-MeO felt like regressing, back to early forms, heavier, more laden, but knowledgeable. DPT was like the middle ground and this is where I like to run around most times now, though I won't deny a taste of MET or DET FB/HCl would be quite a treat, I feel I can grasp what they might just be, 4-H0-DPT is the next to try. I have a feeling it will be an even better middle ground than DPT...
P.S. There never was a transformation........I come outta da womb covered in crystals/amethysts for the real world protection one needs in this land of today. 8(
