jake20589
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- May 15, 2012
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345mg DXM ingested orally
.1g Cannabis Sativa smoked
5 cups Pomegranate juice drank over a few hours
Part One
I suppose I should start by explaining why I drank so much juice. Pomegranate juice has a purportedly larger effect on the brain than white grapefruit juice, and in the context of DXM, it basically means that you won’t break down as much DXM and DXO. Something about receptors and enzymes. I’m no scientist.
After I nearly made myself sick on the stuff, I started drinking the wonderful mentholated substance everyone adores. I sipped it over the course of an hour, mainly because it’s gross as hell, and I didn’t want to get punched in the brain too hard. That usually happens to me when I chug it. Anyway, I was out in my backyard when I started drinking the stuff. I have a nice yard. It’s woodsy and secluded, and quite a nice respite from suburbia. I had a fire going, the stars were out and I was sitting in a rather comfortable gravity chair.
Some time later, after finishing the syrup and all, it began to kick in. I had the usual robojaw, head space, and a slight feeling of disconnection. The feelings were mellow, but at the same time very prominent, so I decided to light up the bowl I had waiting.
As I took my first hit, I could feel the smoke enter and fill my lungs in a very smooth fashion. I guess there was a certain numbness involved. I was able to take a large toke, yet I had no urge to cough. I exhaled very slightly, then inhaled again, keeping most of the smoke in my lungs. I continued to do that, breathing in a circular fashion, until the smoke was gone. I felt comfortable and serene. I took another hit immediately after and repeated the breathing.
All the while, my body began to hum. It was subtle at first, but soon grew to a full tremor. I placed the bowl down and sat back in my chair, scared by this unfamiliar territory. The buzzing continued to grow, as did my fear. I began to wonder if my heart was beating fast, and I became anxious. My fears surrounded me, plaguing me with doubt and bombarding me with nameless negativity. I got up from my chair. I thought I had to go inside. It was safe inside. I was in danger sitting out here.
As I turned toward the house, reason offered a rebuttal. You should stay outside, it said. You should calm yourself down. You’re being irrational. So I returned to my chair and laid back once again. I breathed deeply and began to calm down. The more relaxed I became, the more intense the humming became. However at this point, calling it a hum is a gross understatement.
The intensity of the vibration grew past that of a tremor, superseded thunder, and became an earthquake of my mind, body, and everything around me. I could feel the shaking with every sense and every fiber of my being. It grew and grew, mighty and all-encompassing. My vision was merely a violent distortion of the refracted light entering my retinas. Reality was leaving me, and I only needed to let go. It was scary, doing something like that. But I swallowed my fear and entered the void that stood before me.
Then I was back, sitting in my chair just as before. The vibrations slowed gently in an oscillating fashion, sort of how a jet engine might wind down. My vision, my senses, and most of my faculties returned. Thus I sat, wondering what the fuck just happened.
It was then I decided to return to the house, and soon after, the DXM overwhelmed me.
While in the house, my consciousness soon began to expand out of my control. The cannabis was wearing off and the DXM was wreaking havoc. I mainly just laid on my floor and succumbed to the distortions.
Part Two
Mind you, DXM comes in waves, so when I first got back in the house, I wasn’t in too bad of shape. I had some double vision, but I could write pretty ok. I was in much more control than every other DXM experience I had. I put some music on and wrote for a bit, thinking.
After a while, the mind-quake returned and I promptly laid on my floor. Just as the first time, reality was hammered to bits and I hallucinated in more ways than one. It was largely unfathomable, but at the height of it I began to see the silhouette of a room. It was not my room. It was vastly different, but I could only see faint outlines. I felt I was on the edge of another reality. If I could have bridged the gap, I would have woken up in a different place. My consciousness was nearly at the height of its expansion. I must have been very obvious, for I was quickly targeted. I knew I was targeted. Things sort of turned red, in a way. Suddenly I was disconnected. My consciousness was severed. I was disconnected from myself by something. It wanted to stop me from flying too high.
With my link severed, I had to return to my body. The part of me that was in the stratosphere was dissipated. I lost a part of myself, in a way. There is no limit to consciousness, but I was still intruded upon.
That was not the only intrusion I experienced that night. I came in contact with many foreign frequencies. I came face to face with a quiet, discouraging voice in the back of my mind. It was unnatural, seemingly mechanical in nature. I told it to fuck off. I constantly felt suffocated. It was as if something was preventing my consciousness from travelling and expanding as I pleased. Something was confusing and muddying my thoughts. Again, every instance of this was foreign. These intrusions were just that, intrusions. They came from outside the mind.
However, none were really unfamiliar, I guess. I just never noticed them before.
.1g Cannabis Sativa smoked
5 cups Pomegranate juice drank over a few hours
Part One
I suppose I should start by explaining why I drank so much juice. Pomegranate juice has a purportedly larger effect on the brain than white grapefruit juice, and in the context of DXM, it basically means that you won’t break down as much DXM and DXO. Something about receptors and enzymes. I’m no scientist.
After I nearly made myself sick on the stuff, I started drinking the wonderful mentholated substance everyone adores. I sipped it over the course of an hour, mainly because it’s gross as hell, and I didn’t want to get punched in the brain too hard. That usually happens to me when I chug it. Anyway, I was out in my backyard when I started drinking the stuff. I have a nice yard. It’s woodsy and secluded, and quite a nice respite from suburbia. I had a fire going, the stars were out and I was sitting in a rather comfortable gravity chair.
Some time later, after finishing the syrup and all, it began to kick in. I had the usual robojaw, head space, and a slight feeling of disconnection. The feelings were mellow, but at the same time very prominent, so I decided to light up the bowl I had waiting.
As I took my first hit, I could feel the smoke enter and fill my lungs in a very smooth fashion. I guess there was a certain numbness involved. I was able to take a large toke, yet I had no urge to cough. I exhaled very slightly, then inhaled again, keeping most of the smoke in my lungs. I continued to do that, breathing in a circular fashion, until the smoke was gone. I felt comfortable and serene. I took another hit immediately after and repeated the breathing.
All the while, my body began to hum. It was subtle at first, but soon grew to a full tremor. I placed the bowl down and sat back in my chair, scared by this unfamiliar territory. The buzzing continued to grow, as did my fear. I began to wonder if my heart was beating fast, and I became anxious. My fears surrounded me, plaguing me with doubt and bombarding me with nameless negativity. I got up from my chair. I thought I had to go inside. It was safe inside. I was in danger sitting out here.
As I turned toward the house, reason offered a rebuttal. You should stay outside, it said. You should calm yourself down. You’re being irrational. So I returned to my chair and laid back once again. I breathed deeply and began to calm down. The more relaxed I became, the more intense the humming became. However at this point, calling it a hum is a gross understatement.
The intensity of the vibration grew past that of a tremor, superseded thunder, and became an earthquake of my mind, body, and everything around me. I could feel the shaking with every sense and every fiber of my being. It grew and grew, mighty and all-encompassing. My vision was merely a violent distortion of the refracted light entering my retinas. Reality was leaving me, and I only needed to let go. It was scary, doing something like that. But I swallowed my fear and entered the void that stood before me.
Then I was back, sitting in my chair just as before. The vibrations slowed gently in an oscillating fashion, sort of how a jet engine might wind down. My vision, my senses, and most of my faculties returned. Thus I sat, wondering what the fuck just happened.
It was then I decided to return to the house, and soon after, the DXM overwhelmed me.
While in the house, my consciousness soon began to expand out of my control. The cannabis was wearing off and the DXM was wreaking havoc. I mainly just laid on my floor and succumbed to the distortions.
Part Two
Mind you, DXM comes in waves, so when I first got back in the house, I wasn’t in too bad of shape. I had some double vision, but I could write pretty ok. I was in much more control than every other DXM experience I had. I put some music on and wrote for a bit, thinking.
After a while, the mind-quake returned and I promptly laid on my floor. Just as the first time, reality was hammered to bits and I hallucinated in more ways than one. It was largely unfathomable, but at the height of it I began to see the silhouette of a room. It was not my room. It was vastly different, but I could only see faint outlines. I felt I was on the edge of another reality. If I could have bridged the gap, I would have woken up in a different place. My consciousness was nearly at the height of its expansion. I must have been very obvious, for I was quickly targeted. I knew I was targeted. Things sort of turned red, in a way. Suddenly I was disconnected. My consciousness was severed. I was disconnected from myself by something. It wanted to stop me from flying too high.
With my link severed, I had to return to my body. The part of me that was in the stratosphere was dissipated. I lost a part of myself, in a way. There is no limit to consciousness, but I was still intruded upon.
That was not the only intrusion I experienced that night. I came in contact with many foreign frequencies. I came face to face with a quiet, discouraging voice in the back of my mind. It was unnatural, seemingly mechanical in nature. I told it to fuck off. I constantly felt suffocated. It was as if something was preventing my consciousness from travelling and expanding as I pleased. Something was confusing and muddying my thoughts. Again, every instance of this was foreign. These intrusions were just that, intrusions. They came from outside the mind.
However, none were really unfamiliar, I guess. I just never noticed them before.
