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I was intrigued to read a thread in the best of bluelight section outlining some preliminary experiments with high dose laxatives, in interesting approach to consciousness expansion but I am pretty open minded and I felt when reading this report in a new age dolphiny rainbow kinda way that this resonates with my bowel chakra in a very deep way, namaste !
I noticed that the main accelerant used in the previous explorers adventures was an over the counter pharma, exlax I think it was, dosage was vague but the experience report left one in no doubt that was a powerfull room odour altering substance with as yet seemingly unexplored potential.
My recent experiences with psilocybin turned my mind to our entheoginic masters advice, Terrence said, look for the drugs that are closest to nature, and then look within that category for the ones with the widest effective dose to ld50 ratio.
I meditated deeply on this matter, I had at this point already made a subconscious commitment to the experience as I had started reverse fasting, ie eating, just bulking up on the future chocolate rocket fuel that would be needed for a breakthrough flush but I particulary avoided mao-poo inhibitors such as salad and water, what you are aiming for is a nice thick blockage, something that comes out like a teddy bears arm,
But the plant accelerrant was more tricky, I considered going for the obvious “st andrews” snort organic colon gravy power, (similar to st johns wart but works more as a thickener), but this wasn’t the organic exlax replacement that was going to be required for the full push down rush.
I settled for the german lab supplied Heinz Baked beans, in pre canned form.
Still legal in most states and available with nothing more in the way of awkwardness at the supermarket than a curt sideways glance from the bag packer at the checkout, I’m sure he knew, even his job title “bag packer” now had carried an eerie psychic message from the toilet of the logos, the big white bowl of expungement was calling to my spirit, I had to continue with this madness.
Ok, I’ve said my mantras, made piece with the diaper gods and I have a fresh 16 pack of double sheet non recycled andrex unprinted toilet rolls, (trust me on the unprinted option, you don’t want those cute puppy visuals when this thing is in full flow and I have always found the seashells and starfish to my mind a little too ethheric in feminine kind of way), you don’t want the goddess of the seashore around to witness this outpouring or raw untreated waste into her crystal clear waters, the dolphins sure as hell don’t like it and it rips a hole in the fabric of the yin yang symbol if she see’s you in full drop.
This is going to be a deeper experience than ever the cow flop dwelling gnomes don’t want a bar of, go pooflipping with pappa sphincter and you go in alone.
T+0.00 My pre splatt preperations complete I ingested 1 12 ounce can of beans, intenstinal carrier was white toast, unbuttered, 2 slices.
(I had 2 pre boiled hens eggs pre cooled and shelled in a glass bowl in the fridge, I wasn’t sure if I would have the guts to add this powderkeg to the mix, but better to be safe than sorry, )I would re asses the situation at poo level +++
T+ 1.30, this shit’s just not happening, drop the 2 eggs.
T+ 2.00, still no build up in the abdomen, I remember mckennas doctrine, “If in doubt double the dose”, my heart pounding, I pull another can of the dreaded german bowel beans from the pantry, my hand is shaking as I take 3 full dessert spoons of cold beans in quick succession, when I look in the tin I see 2 thirds of it has gone, the first tangible wave of panic hits me, maybe this time I have gone too far.
No one, as far as I can see, has sucessfully mixed the is amount of Heinz hyper bangs with 2 full cackle berries before and had a wearable pair of pants left in their possesion, oh well too late now, I tried to relax. Did some sphincer stretches and waited for the onset of hell. Tried not to think about oprah winfrey, no point going off all in one go J
T+ 2.45, the pressure on my gut is almost unbearable, words fail here, if you have ever seen that footage of the saturn 5 rocket pilots in the 60’s undergoing 3 and a half minutes of 5g after initial launch and you get some idea, this was hyperspace travel hiding in the trains dunny without a ticket baby.
T+ 3.15, Im naked, clothes are not going to be of any use to me egoself in a few more minutes, I hear a deep bubbling sound from the depths of my being, (not unlike the dmt bees, but deeper, angrier. I step into the bathtub, pull the aztec themed shower curtain acroos to block out some of the peripheral overspray visions, cross myself, thank jesus for lofas and assume the horse stance.
T+ 3.25 This feels weird, the ring of fire is slow to come, I breifly imagine that I have somehow fucked up by not taking the second dose of beans warmed up, maybe the air pocket had not fully expanded, but something was holding the tide back.
I remmebered Billy Connelly’s wise and timely found words at this point, Focussed formly on an image of the big jobbie and then with veins popping, I attempted sneezing with my eyes open.
Don’t do this unless you have a sitter handy in the shitter with you, because there is a chance you could blow your eyeballs out here, verifyable reports are sketchy but I di read an article in the entheogen sewer review that mentioned some new age traveller in the UK who had almost gone blind after fucking up this method, he did interestingly note a fully clearing of wax from his ears similar to the effects achieved by the smacking penis hard with a wooomera method preffered by the australian western desert woodapoodo people.
But I digress, adopting a slight squint for aural safety is sniffed 1/8 teaspoon black pepper, fresh ground,( I couldn’t get the white stuff in the plastic shakers, our supermarket is dead straight,)
T+ 3.50, here we go, ahhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhh CHOOOOOOOO, and then POP, BREAKTHROUGH !!
The sound alone is almost too trippy to bear, like a million custard filled ballons all hitting dawn frenches oiled lovehandles at subsonic speed and exploding into a fractal splatt that ripped the very fabric of space and time asuunder, Its all I can do to stay upright, this is far harder than salvia or nivea, possibly even marmite.
Somewhere in the distance I head johhny cash singing, but its strangly distorted, maybe it’s the vibrations in the bathroom or the first onsets of the fast onsetting methane exposure, but this was definatly not gravy thickener.
Burn Burn Burn, like a ring of fire, johnny is taunting me, this vision fades before I can punch june carter and now with the onset of the first rapturous follow through fart we are watching the tellytubbies dancing into my visual perception by appearing an a sadistically sexy was on the top of the toilet cistern, “ is this it” ? I cried, clenching at nothing, is this the logos dunny ?, this is starting to flip me out as my ankles are now almost under.
Full streaming now, not the visuals, the urine, too late for the clothes peg cut off method now, this willy wants to spurt free in the hyperspere.
Im grasping with my left hand spasmodically, trying to grab the loofah, but this is futile and the loofah knows it, I sneer at it, it coweres, because it knows that sooner or later, it will be doing the clean up run. I have had loofah entity contact once before on christmas pudding and sherry but never this comical.
I’m desperate to open the window, start the fan, anything to dose down the methane a bit, but it’s too late, my nostrils are flaring open like fergies handbag, Oh how I wish I’d gone for the relative safety of nitrous and anchovies the russian street gypsies use on their donkeys warts.
T+ 4.30, I’m shattered, shat being the operative word , my bathroom looks like bobby Sands’s H block cell, Im shocked and confused, I wasn’t expecting to have the full “on the blanket” irish guilt trip experience with only 2 eggs.
I think that’s the peak over, no point rambling on much more about the comedown
The clean up should be ok, definattely a ++++pooflip, Id do it again but without the 2 eggs untill the second splott sound, highly recommended.
I noticed that the main accelerant used in the previous explorers adventures was an over the counter pharma, exlax I think it was, dosage was vague but the experience report left one in no doubt that was a powerfull room odour altering substance with as yet seemingly unexplored potential.
My recent experiences with psilocybin turned my mind to our entheoginic masters advice, Terrence said, look for the drugs that are closest to nature, and then look within that category for the ones with the widest effective dose to ld50 ratio.
I meditated deeply on this matter, I had at this point already made a subconscious commitment to the experience as I had started reverse fasting, ie eating, just bulking up on the future chocolate rocket fuel that would be needed for a breakthrough flush but I particulary avoided mao-poo inhibitors such as salad and water, what you are aiming for is a nice thick blockage, something that comes out like a teddy bears arm,
But the plant accelerrant was more tricky, I considered going for the obvious “st andrews” snort organic colon gravy power, (similar to st johns wart but works more as a thickener), but this wasn’t the organic exlax replacement that was going to be required for the full push down rush.
I settled for the german lab supplied Heinz Baked beans, in pre canned form.
Still legal in most states and available with nothing more in the way of awkwardness at the supermarket than a curt sideways glance from the bag packer at the checkout, I’m sure he knew, even his job title “bag packer” now had carried an eerie psychic message from the toilet of the logos, the big white bowl of expungement was calling to my spirit, I had to continue with this madness.
Ok, I’ve said my mantras, made piece with the diaper gods and I have a fresh 16 pack of double sheet non recycled andrex unprinted toilet rolls, (trust me on the unprinted option, you don’t want those cute puppy visuals when this thing is in full flow and I have always found the seashells and starfish to my mind a little too ethheric in feminine kind of way), you don’t want the goddess of the seashore around to witness this outpouring or raw untreated waste into her crystal clear waters, the dolphins sure as hell don’t like it and it rips a hole in the fabric of the yin yang symbol if she see’s you in full drop.
This is going to be a deeper experience than ever the cow flop dwelling gnomes don’t want a bar of, go pooflipping with pappa sphincter and you go in alone.
T+0.00 My pre splatt preperations complete I ingested 1 12 ounce can of beans, intenstinal carrier was white toast, unbuttered, 2 slices.
(I had 2 pre boiled hens eggs pre cooled and shelled in a glass bowl in the fridge, I wasn’t sure if I would have the guts to add this powderkeg to the mix, but better to be safe than sorry, )I would re asses the situation at poo level +++
T+ 1.30, this shit’s just not happening, drop the 2 eggs.
T+ 2.00, still no build up in the abdomen, I remember mckennas doctrine, “If in doubt double the dose”, my heart pounding, I pull another can of the dreaded german bowel beans from the pantry, my hand is shaking as I take 3 full dessert spoons of cold beans in quick succession, when I look in the tin I see 2 thirds of it has gone, the first tangible wave of panic hits me, maybe this time I have gone too far.
No one, as far as I can see, has sucessfully mixed the is amount of Heinz hyper bangs with 2 full cackle berries before and had a wearable pair of pants left in their possesion, oh well too late now, I tried to relax. Did some sphincer stretches and waited for the onset of hell. Tried not to think about oprah winfrey, no point going off all in one go J
T+ 2.45, the pressure on my gut is almost unbearable, words fail here, if you have ever seen that footage of the saturn 5 rocket pilots in the 60’s undergoing 3 and a half minutes of 5g after initial launch and you get some idea, this was hyperspace travel hiding in the trains dunny without a ticket baby.
T+ 3.15, Im naked, clothes are not going to be of any use to me egoself in a few more minutes, I hear a deep bubbling sound from the depths of my being, (not unlike the dmt bees, but deeper, angrier. I step into the bathtub, pull the aztec themed shower curtain acroos to block out some of the peripheral overspray visions, cross myself, thank jesus for lofas and assume the horse stance.
T+ 3.25 This feels weird, the ring of fire is slow to come, I breifly imagine that I have somehow fucked up by not taking the second dose of beans warmed up, maybe the air pocket had not fully expanded, but something was holding the tide back.
I remmebered Billy Connelly’s wise and timely found words at this point, Focussed formly on an image of the big jobbie and then with veins popping, I attempted sneezing with my eyes open.
Don’t do this unless you have a sitter handy in the shitter with you, because there is a chance you could blow your eyeballs out here, verifyable reports are sketchy but I di read an article in the entheogen sewer review that mentioned some new age traveller in the UK who had almost gone blind after fucking up this method, he did interestingly note a fully clearing of wax from his ears similar to the effects achieved by the smacking penis hard with a wooomera method preffered by the australian western desert woodapoodo people.
But I digress, adopting a slight squint for aural safety is sniffed 1/8 teaspoon black pepper, fresh ground,( I couldn’t get the white stuff in the plastic shakers, our supermarket is dead straight,)
T+ 3.50, here we go, ahhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhh CHOOOOOOOO, and then POP, BREAKTHROUGH !!
The sound alone is almost too trippy to bear, like a million custard filled ballons all hitting dawn frenches oiled lovehandles at subsonic speed and exploding into a fractal splatt that ripped the very fabric of space and time asuunder, Its all I can do to stay upright, this is far harder than salvia or nivea, possibly even marmite.
Somewhere in the distance I head johhny cash singing, but its strangly distorted, maybe it’s the vibrations in the bathroom or the first onsets of the fast onsetting methane exposure, but this was definatly not gravy thickener.
Burn Burn Burn, like a ring of fire, johnny is taunting me, this vision fades before I can punch june carter and now with the onset of the first rapturous follow through fart we are watching the tellytubbies dancing into my visual perception by appearing an a sadistically sexy was on the top of the toilet cistern, “ is this it” ? I cried, clenching at nothing, is this the logos dunny ?, this is starting to flip me out as my ankles are now almost under.
Full streaming now, not the visuals, the urine, too late for the clothes peg cut off method now, this willy wants to spurt free in the hyperspere.
Im grasping with my left hand spasmodically, trying to grab the loofah, but this is futile and the loofah knows it, I sneer at it, it coweres, because it knows that sooner or later, it will be doing the clean up run. I have had loofah entity contact once before on christmas pudding and sherry but never this comical.
I’m desperate to open the window, start the fan, anything to dose down the methane a bit, but it’s too late, my nostrils are flaring open like fergies handbag, Oh how I wish I’d gone for the relative safety of nitrous and anchovies the russian street gypsies use on their donkeys warts.
T+ 4.30, I’m shattered, shat being the operative word , my bathroom looks like bobby Sands’s H block cell, Im shocked and confused, I wasn’t expecting to have the full “on the blanket” irish guilt trip experience with only 2 eggs.
I think that’s the peak over, no point rambling on much more about the comedown
The clean up should be ok, definattely a ++++pooflip, Id do it again but without the 2 eggs untill the second splott sound, highly recommended.
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