Waffle Sock
Bluelighter
The time is about 2030. I ingest 6 grams of Morning Glory seeds. I had read about some LSA extracting techniques and concluded that most were too time consuming for me. I take the more primitive route of just washing off any possible pesticides and eating the seeds, making sure to chew thoroughly and place some under my tongue. I took some dramamine 40 minutes before to combat the nausea and prevent vomiting.
2200 I am listening to music which sounds dramatically more pleasant. I persistently feel the urge to vomit and a bit sleepy..
2300 I entertain the thought of how my perception of reality only exists and is only being upheld because my psyche forces it to do so, as if I am living in a simulation that only my subconscious is aware of and has been trying to keep this info away from me all of my life until it was failing to do so now. I felt as if the full disclosure of this powerful "secret" would make everything in my scenery dissolve. This became a possibility. I began to see the landscape dissolve and this was beginning to trip me out. I felt like I was going to completely "lose it". Everything was going to irreversibly dissolve. . . Then, I realized that I was making myself have a bad trip, and that I had to fix it, so I "let go". . . I walked around a bit to chill out. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I look directly into the picture that hangs over the toilet. The picture is of some type of 16th century Victorian courtyard. The picture begins to move in a wavy motion and expand off of the frame to tease at encompassing the entire bathroom, which would submerge me into the environment on the painting. I began to feel the vibe of the picture that the artist tried to convey in creating the painting. The painting almost seemed like a portal.
0001?-0200? Time-space continuum sensibility lost. I have my headphones plugged in, viewing my file that contains pulchritudinous Asian women in modest poses. Not sleepy.
0300? -0500? I lie in my bed, still fixated on the Asian women and listening to music. All of the women now are wearing a tribal designed mask composed of a bioluminescent substance which moves in synchronized patterns. The mask morphs into a suit and flows off of the women like water does in 0 gravity. I scroll thru all the pictures to see if all the women did this.. and they did. Each was unique. I scroll to one of the hottest pics in my collection and am captivated by her beauty. The picture is so bright. I notice that this woman now has transparent, but rainbow-colored, tentacles exuding and moving around and about her similar to an octopus underwater who allows for the water currents to freely move its appendages. The tentacles are reproducing other tentacles continually as they smoothly rub against each other, as if they were passing on life with each graceful touch. The woman is glowing bright and her hair is changing to different styles. I began to question if I am actually seeing this or if I just think that I am seeing this. I look at the time on my cell. I remember being shocked that it was so late because it seemed like time was going by remarkably slowly. I noticed that the phone was bending inwards and that the buttons were not properly aligned. I anticipated the phone to shatter in my hand due to the bending. I look into the background field of the dialogue boxes in a texting application on my cell. I noticed there was an absurd, illustration of an attack by a giant squid that had demolished city infrastructure. It was drawn cartoon style but looked menacing. I look back onto the screen at the beautiful woman. I now have playing XXYYXX - Rework in my headphones. The tentacles have diverted my focus to the upper right corner of the picture, in the background of the woman. The tentacles contacted the scenery and tactfully animated grayish-colored, plant-like humanoid beings that were sedentary. They were sitting on 3 rows of what is comparable to bleachers. I am staring in disbelief. They were moving with the music. Within the song I was listening to, I began to hear a chant that I had never heard before. The chant was being barked rhythmically by a powerful shamanic voice. With each chant, the beings would pump their arms in a victorious manner and lean back in their seating as if worshiping with strong passion. They were all facing a symbol in the upper right corner. As the chanting became more clearly audible, the vividness of the visuals intensified, and I could feel the power and energy exuding from the group of gray beings. This became very intense. I focus back on the woman and the tentacles are still flowing around her. At this point, I decide to not try to rationalize with anything and just to observe it. I focus back on the activity of the gray beings. I am wholly captivated by this. I feel sleepy, but I refused to sleep because I wanted to experience and observe this to the fullest. Here is the photo I was viewing: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9uwz9N8Fh1qac3rjo1_500.jpg
0500? - 0700 I have no idea how long I've been watching the ritual and replaying the song. Though I am not sleepy, I attempt to go to sleep because that is what normal people should be doing around 0500. I close my eyes and see an explosion of colors that race to form shapes. I hear about 56 different noises individually at once that originated from outside. I realized that silence does not exist. There was so much going on. It was overwhelming and I thought, "how is it possible to sleep with so much playing on the senses?" I began to get annoyed until I began to notice that there were a lot of birds singing outside. It was the best collection of sounds I have ever heard another animal produce. Each bird carried on their own tune. I could hear each bird. I noticed when a bird had retired singing and was substituted by another. They were carrying on a tune that was very pleasurable and familiar to my human ears. The rhythm and sharpness of the chirping contained many elements of music that I esteem. I thought how these birds must find the singing pleasurable as well and how their lives as birds must be a lot different from that of mine. My thinking of the lives of birds was comforting. I had my eyes closed, viewing the mobile color patterns listening to the birds. Very relaxing.
1200 I awake. I feel like I am floating and feel drained. I also feel a bit inebriated or clumsy.
1300 Everything is back to normal including my composure.
Next time I will ingest 10-12 grams of MG. I can't fathom the intensity of an experience of that dosage. I will increase the dosage of dramamine because for at least the first 1/4 of the trip, I thought I would vomit.
Overall, the experience was amazing and thought-provoking. From my experience, the effects were like a greatly minimized intensity of DMT (I think DMT is one of the greatest herbs on the planet) mixed with moderately minimized effects of mushrooms.
2200 I am listening to music which sounds dramatically more pleasant. I persistently feel the urge to vomit and a bit sleepy..
2300 I entertain the thought of how my perception of reality only exists and is only being upheld because my psyche forces it to do so, as if I am living in a simulation that only my subconscious is aware of and has been trying to keep this info away from me all of my life until it was failing to do so now. I felt as if the full disclosure of this powerful "secret" would make everything in my scenery dissolve. This became a possibility. I began to see the landscape dissolve and this was beginning to trip me out. I felt like I was going to completely "lose it". Everything was going to irreversibly dissolve. . . Then, I realized that I was making myself have a bad trip, and that I had to fix it, so I "let go". . . I walked around a bit to chill out. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I look directly into the picture that hangs over the toilet. The picture is of some type of 16th century Victorian courtyard. The picture begins to move in a wavy motion and expand off of the frame to tease at encompassing the entire bathroom, which would submerge me into the environment on the painting. I began to feel the vibe of the picture that the artist tried to convey in creating the painting. The painting almost seemed like a portal.
0001?-0200? Time-space continuum sensibility lost. I have my headphones plugged in, viewing my file that contains pulchritudinous Asian women in modest poses. Not sleepy.
0300? -0500? I lie in my bed, still fixated on the Asian women and listening to music. All of the women now are wearing a tribal designed mask composed of a bioluminescent substance which moves in synchronized patterns. The mask morphs into a suit and flows off of the women like water does in 0 gravity. I scroll thru all the pictures to see if all the women did this.. and they did. Each was unique. I scroll to one of the hottest pics in my collection and am captivated by her beauty. The picture is so bright. I notice that this woman now has transparent, but rainbow-colored, tentacles exuding and moving around and about her similar to an octopus underwater who allows for the water currents to freely move its appendages. The tentacles are reproducing other tentacles continually as they smoothly rub against each other, as if they were passing on life with each graceful touch. The woman is glowing bright and her hair is changing to different styles. I began to question if I am actually seeing this or if I just think that I am seeing this. I look at the time on my cell. I remember being shocked that it was so late because it seemed like time was going by remarkably slowly. I noticed that the phone was bending inwards and that the buttons were not properly aligned. I anticipated the phone to shatter in my hand due to the bending. I look into the background field of the dialogue boxes in a texting application on my cell. I noticed there was an absurd, illustration of an attack by a giant squid that had demolished city infrastructure. It was drawn cartoon style but looked menacing. I look back onto the screen at the beautiful woman. I now have playing XXYYXX - Rework in my headphones. The tentacles have diverted my focus to the upper right corner of the picture, in the background of the woman. The tentacles contacted the scenery and tactfully animated grayish-colored, plant-like humanoid beings that were sedentary. They were sitting on 3 rows of what is comparable to bleachers. I am staring in disbelief. They were moving with the music. Within the song I was listening to, I began to hear a chant that I had never heard before. The chant was being barked rhythmically by a powerful shamanic voice. With each chant, the beings would pump their arms in a victorious manner and lean back in their seating as if worshiping with strong passion. They were all facing a symbol in the upper right corner. As the chanting became more clearly audible, the vividness of the visuals intensified, and I could feel the power and energy exuding from the group of gray beings. This became very intense. I focus back on the woman and the tentacles are still flowing around her. At this point, I decide to not try to rationalize with anything and just to observe it. I focus back on the activity of the gray beings. I am wholly captivated by this. I feel sleepy, but I refused to sleep because I wanted to experience and observe this to the fullest. Here is the photo I was viewing: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9uwz9N8Fh1qac3rjo1_500.jpg
0500? - 0700 I have no idea how long I've been watching the ritual and replaying the song. Though I am not sleepy, I attempt to go to sleep because that is what normal people should be doing around 0500. I close my eyes and see an explosion of colors that race to form shapes. I hear about 56 different noises individually at once that originated from outside. I realized that silence does not exist. There was so much going on. It was overwhelming and I thought, "how is it possible to sleep with so much playing on the senses?" I began to get annoyed until I began to notice that there were a lot of birds singing outside. It was the best collection of sounds I have ever heard another animal produce. Each bird carried on their own tune. I could hear each bird. I noticed when a bird had retired singing and was substituted by another. They were carrying on a tune that was very pleasurable and familiar to my human ears. The rhythm and sharpness of the chirping contained many elements of music that I esteem. I thought how these birds must find the singing pleasurable as well and how their lives as birds must be a lot different from that of mine. My thinking of the lives of birds was comforting. I had my eyes closed, viewing the mobile color patterns listening to the birds. Very relaxing.
1200 I awake. I feel like I am floating and feel drained. I also feel a bit inebriated or clumsy.
1300 Everything is back to normal including my composure.
Next time I will ingest 10-12 grams of MG. I can't fathom the intensity of an experience of that dosage. I will increase the dosage of dramamine because for at least the first 1/4 of the trip, I thought I would vomit.
Overall, the experience was amazing and thought-provoking. From my experience, the effects were like a greatly minimized intensity of DMT (I think DMT is one of the greatest herbs on the planet) mixed with moderately minimized effects of mushrooms.
nice report