100ml+ recrystalised freebase DMT smoked via 'the machine'.
Unlike the previous trips this one was totally spontanious. I had been at a friends house party since mid afternoon, drinking and smoking for around 12 hours straight.. also had dabbled in some hoovering antics off the toilet seat at some point during this binging session. (no more than a half gram throughout the course of the evening though.)
We all ended up completly fucking mentalled that night, a testosterone enduced, chemical fuelled sausage fest.. nine dudes, zero chicks. Purely a night for the lads to get smashed, smash stuff and generally have a smashing old time. The banter was second to none (as per). Max managed to spill a full pint of cider into the laptop, ruining it... momentarily causing a wee ruckus, but once the music situation was sorted out and the tunes flowed once again, things calmed domn a bit.
Somehow we were all trying set up the home recording studio for a late night drunken jam session, but the recording sofware we needed was on the cider-logged laptop. After much deliberation we (by "we" I mean "they") decided that I should go and get mine seen as I lived closest. No ones up for driving, so I decided to just treck it round myself.
I'm still unsure what time this was at, but it was defo after midnight, plus I was really quite drunk and high by this point.. so time dosen't mean anything to me in this state. I eventually got back to mine, but couldn't remember why or what I was doing there, stupidly I ended up packing the ps3 into my bag insted of the laptop. On the way back to the house of chaos I was walking past another mates house (my enlightened friends) when I heard some voices.. "what the hell" I thought, I'll go see what B and the rest are up to before I get back to the party.
I walked up and gave the window a few rapid knocks, B appeared with a big cheesey grin on his face and opened the front door. "We were just talking about you" he said. "fucking wierd man.. cause here you are." " All good I hope" I said, "need I ask what ya'll are up to?, the room stinks man." Obviously B, his bro and CK had already made a few departures from lounge 1 before I got there.. the room smelled heavily of the spice.
I'd never met B's brother before, but I've known Cocky for years and used to chill at his old pad and smoke out before he moved away (good times)... anyway B's bro was just about to take his first ever trip into spice land, so me and CK went out the back and blazed a rather potent joint (this dudes joints are always dynamite, he's the white non-musical version of Bob marley I reckon.. although he had lopped off his dreads since the last time I seen him for some reason.)
We went back in and I was excited to hear of the guys expirience, but he was pretty awe struck and didn't have many words to describe it. I think it was only a small cherry popping dose anyway. B asked if I wanted to have a blast and my stupid drunken self went into bravado mode. "I'll rip the shit outa that mate" I said. (I'm a fucking fool sometimes)
The DMT was very pure as well, nothig but clear transparent crystals and powder. "So you want to go for it then" B said. I had always used my volcano when I smoked DMT and so did Bryan, but he insisted that 'The Machine' was so much better. "immpossible" I said. Lets be honest here... any of you thats seen the machine, It looks inferior compaired to a vap, dosen't it?
I seriously underestimated how good this makeshift device was at delivering the spice. B loaded up the pipe with a massive 100ml (remember that he always gets his as potent as possible, regardless of how long it takes).
I sat in the middle of the livingroom with my legs crossed and a big pillow behind me and told the brother and Cocky to just sit and chill because I probably wouldn't be aware that they were there anyway. The pipe was thouroughly heated up and ready for me to take my first blast.
Again.. foolishly I ripped the hell out of it, the smoke felt a lot heavier on the old breathing sacks than the vap. Straight away I could tell this one was going to be a roller coaster ride of a trip. I had the urge to just lay back and let it do its thing with me, as I always do (I never once had a problem letting go, so fuck you ego!.. I guess that I'm already somewhat semi-detached from this reality anyway, so letting go has never been an issue for me.) I wobbled about trying to see the pipes current location, but every object, person, whatever! in the room was turning into colourfull squares and triangular shapes. B put the base of the machine to my lips and once again all my instincts told me to just go for it.
I always manage to get that 3rd toke in, only this time there was no chance of that... the amazing machine had delivered two of the most potent hits of anything I've ever expirienced, yip! my body was nothing more than a puddle on the floor after the 2nd.
As I started to fall back and exhail the smoke, it was a lime green colour. The only thing I could think of was "shit, shit, shit!... I've taken too much" my breathing always go's nuts for a few moments after the departing hit, but thats the worst and most scary thing about DMT in my opinion, other than that its the most beautiful feeling ever. My body started to disintegrate into a million little molecules and merged with the actual DMT scape. This was seriously different from all the other trips, the outside world was completely gone.. no music or awareness of anything outside the face of the trip. I cant describe with something as primative as words what this felt like, but it was like being sandwiched between every part the geometric structures at once.. everywhere!
"This was a breakthrough moment of realisation for me, I understood what everthing in every dimention meant. (all lost to me now of course... until my next journey.)
The majority of the trip was going way too fast for my sluggish mind to commit to memory, but an ever changing face kept appearing from the mesh of colidoscopic visions, and appeared to be laughing at the state I got my self in. Never scared or frightened of anything I see or feel, but wanted it to be over as soon as possible.. too much was happening at once, so I felt overwhealmed by it all. The smilling face or theator mask as I call it started taking, I couldn't make it out but it was something like "you are the one, its all about you" (I later found out that this was only the track that was playing in the background and i got the words slightly wrong)
I was aware of the fact I was tripping on DMT shortly after the voices were heard, however the visuals were still coming on strong and fast. I made a valuant attempt to sit up and open my eyes and immediatly toppled to one side spilling a bottle of water on the floor, so now I was on the carpet trying to break free of Dimitis hold on me. I was mumbling something and B rolled me back onto the pillow, then started to dab a wet towel on my head. The sensaton of water made me convinced that I had pissed myself, (fuck it!)... I thought something was going wrong with all the fussing round about me, so once again I tried to get up.
I grabbed onto the first thing I felt which happened to be B's babys bouncing chair and desperately clung onto the only piece of reality I knew of. After all that the trip seemed to fade away almost instantly and I was struggling to explain what had just happened to me, I just kept saying "that was different" and "WOW!!!" and "was I even breathing there?" to which B replyed... " you were gone for quite a long time there mate, my bro was getting worried about the state you were in"
"how long was I gone man?" I asked. "about 40-45 mins" he said.
After chatting about it for a while I realised how sober I felt, when an hour or so earlyer I was absolutely wasted. I also checked to make sure that I hadn't pissed myself obviously, had a cup of sugary tea, thanked B for everything, said my goodbyes and left.
On the way back to the party I thought about it a lot and how crazy I was to show off with a subtance of such power, but in the same stream of thought.. I'd certainly do it again, maybe not so drunk, but "MAN! that was an expirience" I thought to myself. I went back to a house full of puzzled drunkards all wondering where I had been and why I had brought a playstation insted of a laptop.
So... DMT you say?
Well my only advice is this... "Accept the possibility that you may never come back, then your mind will be trully open"
Love you all
Donnie
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Unlike the previous trips this one was totally spontanious. I had been at a friends house party since mid afternoon, drinking and smoking for around 12 hours straight.. also had dabbled in some hoovering antics off the toilet seat at some point during this binging session. (no more than a half gram throughout the course of the evening though.)
We all ended up completly fucking mentalled that night, a testosterone enduced, chemical fuelled sausage fest.. nine dudes, zero chicks. Purely a night for the lads to get smashed, smash stuff and generally have a smashing old time. The banter was second to none (as per). Max managed to spill a full pint of cider into the laptop, ruining it... momentarily causing a wee ruckus, but once the music situation was sorted out and the tunes flowed once again, things calmed domn a bit.
Somehow we were all trying set up the home recording studio for a late night drunken jam session, but the recording sofware we needed was on the cider-logged laptop. After much deliberation we (by "we" I mean "they") decided that I should go and get mine seen as I lived closest. No ones up for driving, so I decided to just treck it round myself.
I'm still unsure what time this was at, but it was defo after midnight, plus I was really quite drunk and high by this point.. so time dosen't mean anything to me in this state. I eventually got back to mine, but couldn't remember why or what I was doing there, stupidly I ended up packing the ps3 into my bag insted of the laptop. On the way back to the house of chaos I was walking past another mates house (my enlightened friends) when I heard some voices.. "what the hell" I thought, I'll go see what B and the rest are up to before I get back to the party.
I walked up and gave the window a few rapid knocks, B appeared with a big cheesey grin on his face and opened the front door. "We were just talking about you" he said. "fucking wierd man.. cause here you are." " All good I hope" I said, "need I ask what ya'll are up to?, the room stinks man." Obviously B, his bro and CK had already made a few departures from lounge 1 before I got there.. the room smelled heavily of the spice.
I'd never met B's brother before, but I've known Cocky for years and used to chill at his old pad and smoke out before he moved away (good times)... anyway B's bro was just about to take his first ever trip into spice land, so me and CK went out the back and blazed a rather potent joint (this dudes joints are always dynamite, he's the white non-musical version of Bob marley I reckon.. although he had lopped off his dreads since the last time I seen him for some reason.)
We went back in and I was excited to hear of the guys expirience, but he was pretty awe struck and didn't have many words to describe it. I think it was only a small cherry popping dose anyway. B asked if I wanted to have a blast and my stupid drunken self went into bravado mode. "I'll rip the shit outa that mate" I said. (I'm a fucking fool sometimes)
The DMT was very pure as well, nothig but clear transparent crystals and powder. "So you want to go for it then" B said. I had always used my volcano when I smoked DMT and so did Bryan, but he insisted that 'The Machine' was so much better. "immpossible" I said. Lets be honest here... any of you thats seen the machine, It looks inferior compaired to a vap, dosen't it?
I seriously underestimated how good this makeshift device was at delivering the spice. B loaded up the pipe with a massive 100ml (remember that he always gets his as potent as possible, regardless of how long it takes).
I sat in the middle of the livingroom with my legs crossed and a big pillow behind me and told the brother and Cocky to just sit and chill because I probably wouldn't be aware that they were there anyway. The pipe was thouroughly heated up and ready for me to take my first blast.
Again.. foolishly I ripped the hell out of it, the smoke felt a lot heavier on the old breathing sacks than the vap. Straight away I could tell this one was going to be a roller coaster ride of a trip. I had the urge to just lay back and let it do its thing with me, as I always do (I never once had a problem letting go, so fuck you ego!.. I guess that I'm already somewhat semi-detached from this reality anyway, so letting go has never been an issue for me.) I wobbled about trying to see the pipes current location, but every object, person, whatever! in the room was turning into colourfull squares and triangular shapes. B put the base of the machine to my lips and once again all my instincts told me to just go for it.
I always manage to get that 3rd toke in, only this time there was no chance of that... the amazing machine had delivered two of the most potent hits of anything I've ever expirienced, yip! my body was nothing more than a puddle on the floor after the 2nd.
As I started to fall back and exhail the smoke, it was a lime green colour. The only thing I could think of was "shit, shit, shit!... I've taken too much" my breathing always go's nuts for a few moments after the departing hit, but thats the worst and most scary thing about DMT in my opinion, other than that its the most beautiful feeling ever. My body started to disintegrate into a million little molecules and merged with the actual DMT scape. This was seriously different from all the other trips, the outside world was completely gone.. no music or awareness of anything outside the face of the trip. I cant describe with something as primative as words what this felt like, but it was like being sandwiched between every part the geometric structures at once.. everywhere!
"This was a breakthrough moment of realisation for me, I understood what everthing in every dimention meant. (all lost to me now of course... until my next journey.)
The majority of the trip was going way too fast for my sluggish mind to commit to memory, but an ever changing face kept appearing from the mesh of colidoscopic visions, and appeared to be laughing at the state I got my self in. Never scared or frightened of anything I see or feel, but wanted it to be over as soon as possible.. too much was happening at once, so I felt overwhealmed by it all. The smilling face or theator mask as I call it started taking, I couldn't make it out but it was something like "you are the one, its all about you" (I later found out that this was only the track that was playing in the background and i got the words slightly wrong)
I was aware of the fact I was tripping on DMT shortly after the voices were heard, however the visuals were still coming on strong and fast. I made a valuant attempt to sit up and open my eyes and immediatly toppled to one side spilling a bottle of water on the floor, so now I was on the carpet trying to break free of Dimitis hold on me. I was mumbling something and B rolled me back onto the pillow, then started to dab a wet towel on my head. The sensaton of water made me convinced that I had pissed myself, (fuck it!)... I thought something was going wrong with all the fussing round about me, so once again I tried to get up.
I grabbed onto the first thing I felt which happened to be B's babys bouncing chair and desperately clung onto the only piece of reality I knew of. After all that the trip seemed to fade away almost instantly and I was struggling to explain what had just happened to me, I just kept saying "that was different" and "WOW!!!" and "was I even breathing there?" to which B replyed... " you were gone for quite a long time there mate, my bro was getting worried about the state you were in"
"how long was I gone man?" I asked. "about 40-45 mins" he said.
After chatting about it for a while I realised how sober I felt, when an hour or so earlyer I was absolutely wasted. I also checked to make sure that I hadn't pissed myself obviously, had a cup of sugary tea, thanked B for everything, said my goodbyes and left.
On the way back to the party I thought about it a lot and how crazy I was to show off with a subtance of such power, but in the same stream of thought.. I'd certainly do it again, maybe not so drunk, but "MAN! that was an expirience" I thought to myself. I went back to a house full of puzzled drunkards all wondering where I had been and why I had brought a playstation insted of a laptop.
So... DMT you say?
Well my only advice is this... "Accept the possibility that you may never come back, then your mind will be trully open"
Love you all
Donnie
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