So this is a trip report about heroin! The last time I used in fact..
I had kicked the addiction about a month before, and about a week before that I accidentally did 12mgs of xanax (high doses of benzos make me have psychotic reactions for some reason, this happened once before as well) I had flipped on parents and then took several thousand mgs of Celexa, an SSRI, and was shipped to the hospital,, the only reason I am including this is beacause it might have had some effect on my brain at the time.
Retardedly, I still wanted to use drugs, and begged and begged until I found a ride up to the hood to my contact, with the intention of buying some H and rock... The smack i used to get was powder, and white, and was immensely pure compared to other garbage floating around. I got .35 of it and then my dealer was goin down the street to go to the crack house, and the wait seemed long.. I trusted this guy completely, and he comes running back to the car, babbling in his puerto-rican accent that I had to get out of there fast and that the cops were coming, and that he didnt have the rock or the money... I was real pissed, but it was just 30 bucks... Turns out he was truthful because now hes in jail for a long time and i just narrowly missed that...
I had used to shoot, but i had no rigging and could not get to rite aid to get any, so I railed the whole first packet....Nice....Then half the second... Then, since i had never tried it before and figured i might as well, I smoked the rest off some foil. I could tell at that point that I was not going to be able to walk for long.. these methods are nothing compared to shooting, but this exp was weird as hell
I walked outside and got on my bike ( I lived in a really really nice suburb) and felt amazing zooming down the street to this little enclave in the forest where I usually smoke weed.. I was afraid my stomach was going to go bad to I packed a bowl.. This was all like T+15 minutes after consumption. I faced the bowl (really bomb weed i remember) and sat down against a tree.
I was struggling very hard to keep consciousness, keep in mind I had just detoxed from H, had no tolerance, and just consumed more than a third of a gram. i then started nodding off, but it was different, and brought me into a EXTREMELY lucid dream. When i closed my eyes every time I went into another world, and It seemed like i lived lives there... Then all of a sudden a God-like figure walked towards me, followed by everyone I have ever cared about in my life, and we had many conversations. I spoke to my deseaced best friend, and we hugged and he told me he would see me in heaven and that god was really real and that we were wrong the whole time (im an atheist).. I even spoke to my parents, who were up the street at that point...
I really think now that I was extremely near death, as I knew it was bad then, but it was even more potent than before, and I was struggling the whole time to stay somewhat awake in the real world incase I was dying...
I have no memory of what happens after this point... I do remember it being days later tho, and seeing my phone and all its missed calls, and I was somehow at home... Apparently i dialed my friend somehow and he found my location and took me home, but I was outtt for over 2 days... Also, my girlfriend had moved away a month and a half earlier, and was not aware that i was using drugs again, and was very angry that I had not called her for days ...Luckily my parents said nothing and just thought i was depressed and not talking to them
This experience is so extreme in my mind that I cannot put it to words... I have used Mush, Lots of acid, DMT, AMT, 2cb,2ce, dxm, and many other psychedelics, but this was crazy... I literally explored this other world and really felt like i had met all these people, even when I woke up afterwards! Since that experience I have not touched hard drugs, and stuck to weed (all the time tho) and the occasional roll or trip, and I couldnt be happier still. It has been over 4 months now. Although I met god, I still do not believe haha... But this was life-changing
I had kicked the addiction about a month before, and about a week before that I accidentally did 12mgs of xanax (high doses of benzos make me have psychotic reactions for some reason, this happened once before as well) I had flipped on parents and then took several thousand mgs of Celexa, an SSRI, and was shipped to the hospital,, the only reason I am including this is beacause it might have had some effect on my brain at the time.
Retardedly, I still wanted to use drugs, and begged and begged until I found a ride up to the hood to my contact, with the intention of buying some H and rock... The smack i used to get was powder, and white, and was immensely pure compared to other garbage floating around. I got .35 of it and then my dealer was goin down the street to go to the crack house, and the wait seemed long.. I trusted this guy completely, and he comes running back to the car, babbling in his puerto-rican accent that I had to get out of there fast and that the cops were coming, and that he didnt have the rock or the money... I was real pissed, but it was just 30 bucks... Turns out he was truthful because now hes in jail for a long time and i just narrowly missed that...
I had used to shoot, but i had no rigging and could not get to rite aid to get any, so I railed the whole first packet....Nice....Then half the second... Then, since i had never tried it before and figured i might as well, I smoked the rest off some foil. I could tell at that point that I was not going to be able to walk for long.. these methods are nothing compared to shooting, but this exp was weird as hell
I walked outside and got on my bike ( I lived in a really really nice suburb) and felt amazing zooming down the street to this little enclave in the forest where I usually smoke weed.. I was afraid my stomach was going to go bad to I packed a bowl.. This was all like T+15 minutes after consumption. I faced the bowl (really bomb weed i remember) and sat down against a tree.
I was struggling very hard to keep consciousness, keep in mind I had just detoxed from H, had no tolerance, and just consumed more than a third of a gram. i then started nodding off, but it was different, and brought me into a EXTREMELY lucid dream. When i closed my eyes every time I went into another world, and It seemed like i lived lives there... Then all of a sudden a God-like figure walked towards me, followed by everyone I have ever cared about in my life, and we had many conversations. I spoke to my deseaced best friend, and we hugged and he told me he would see me in heaven and that god was really real and that we were wrong the whole time (im an atheist).. I even spoke to my parents, who were up the street at that point...
I really think now that I was extremely near death, as I knew it was bad then, but it was even more potent than before, and I was struggling the whole time to stay somewhat awake in the real world incase I was dying...
I have no memory of what happens after this point... I do remember it being days later tho, and seeing my phone and all its missed calls, and I was somehow at home... Apparently i dialed my friend somehow and he found my location and took me home, but I was outtt for over 2 days... Also, my girlfriend had moved away a month and a half earlier, and was not aware that i was using drugs again, and was very angry that I had not called her for days ...Luckily my parents said nothing and just thought i was depressed and not talking to them
This experience is so extreme in my mind that I cannot put it to words... I have used Mush, Lots of acid, DMT, AMT, 2cb,2ce, dxm, and many other psychedelics, but this was crazy... I literally explored this other world and really felt like i had met all these people, even when I woke up afterwards! Since that experience I have not touched hard drugs, and stuck to weed (all the time tho) and the occasional roll or trip, and I couldnt be happier still. It has been over 4 months now. Although I met god, I still do not believe haha... But this was life-changing
And thanks for the report.