Muzda Jonxx
Bluelighter
Wow, what a trip! I read the majority of it, still got a quarter or so to go. I've stopped where you appeared to be coming down somewhat.
I love that section where you were first happy to, later forced to fill a glass jar with treasure. What a beautiful parallel to what life on opiates is like, hey? What starts out a privilege ends up a ball and chain. This, I feel, is your subconscious rationalisation of this.
I also loved the section where you were cleaning your cooker to the cheers of the crowd. Reminded me SO much of once when I stupidly dosed 75mg of 5-MEO-AMT along with a MAOI. Yes, you read that correctly, 75mg, 5-meo-Amt. I was THAT stupid. The reason being, the tiny doses didn't do anything, so I thought 'fuck it' and drank the whole vial. Anyway, in my crazed state (whatever state I was in was far beyond tripping, I wasn't in control and remember little) at one point I thought I had thousands of people cheering everything I did. It was as if I was leading a legion of screaming fans around my house, and could command them to do whatever I so pleased. Eventually I woke up to find id trashed my house, punched out all my mirrors and all sorts of strange other stuff. Good times, but that's another story..
A question. All I've read of iboga trips seem to centralise on experiencing pain you've inflicted from the perspective of the person or thing you inflicted it upon. Did you experience anything like that?
As an addict, and more so as an unashamed psychonaut, I'm very interested in this compound.
I love that section where you were first happy to, later forced to fill a glass jar with treasure. What a beautiful parallel to what life on opiates is like, hey? What starts out a privilege ends up a ball and chain. This, I feel, is your subconscious rationalisation of this.
I also loved the section where you were cleaning your cooker to the cheers of the crowd. Reminded me SO much of once when I stupidly dosed 75mg of 5-MEO-AMT along with a MAOI. Yes, you read that correctly, 75mg, 5-meo-Amt. I was THAT stupid. The reason being, the tiny doses didn't do anything, so I thought 'fuck it' and drank the whole vial. Anyway, in my crazed state (whatever state I was in was far beyond tripping, I wasn't in control and remember little) at one point I thought I had thousands of people cheering everything I did. It was as if I was leading a legion of screaming fans around my house, and could command them to do whatever I so pleased. Eventually I woke up to find id trashed my house, punched out all my mirrors and all sorts of strange other stuff. Good times, but that's another story..
A question. All I've read of iboga trips seem to centralise on experiencing pain you've inflicted from the perspective of the person or thing you inflicted it upon. Did you experience anything like that?
As an addict, and more so as an unashamed psychonaut, I'm very interested in this compound.
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