I often find that a trip is more interesting with my eyes open than closed.

Before I start, I should note that I have a print in my room from a 1907 painting -- it is a classic nine of pentacles type woman, looking at a little bird on her wrist, in perfect repose. I have noticed before that, while nearly everything else in my room can distort wildly when I'm smoking spice, this picture almost never does.

So -- I'm sitting, looking up at this pic and many other paintings of my own around it. Suddenly, (it seemed) everything I looked at was just sort of bouncing diagonally, repeatedly. I looked around me, it was the same everywhere. I remember focusing on the picture because she usually is still when other things get freakish; but she was bouncing too, upwards and to the right.

Then, slowly, I had a very strong sensation of reality slowly uncoiling. It was a very rotational kind of thing, like being on a merry-go-round in slow motion, only it was diagonal rotation if you know what I mean. My room went through many permutations, first it was infinitely compressed, then slowly opened out and at one point was quite spacious. After awhile, the changes were accompanied by a ka-chunk, like gear teeth winding down. I remember at one point saying, "Wait a minute--", because the change that had just gone by had everything reversed, like a mirror world.

My room gradually got smaller and smaller; and there came a time I have experienced before where I think I'm back, and then it shifts again. Looking at the picture, I became aware that the coil was unwinding in smaller and smaller increments, each of which I could feel in a weird way I can't describe. It was an excellent illustration of Zeno's arrow. I definitely felt that the unwinding mechanism was somehow connected to the bird on the lady's wrist. It took quite awhile for the minute clickings to finally release.

I felt that I had travelled through my own self and reality on several planes of existence, parallel in a vertical way. And the bouncing -- I finally concluded that I had almost overwound the mortal coil.

Awesome OEV!! Hope you enjoyed it! How much spice and what method?

Yeah, great report. Very clear articulation, you made it easy to visualize. I love that moment when the whole thing passed through its mirror self.

When I take the spice I often feel a sense of the trip being driven by a gradually unwinding geared mechanism... I've heard that ticking too- and could sense how it is gradually slowing down.

Heh, I realized later I should have said, "the IMmortal coil."

It was an average dose of spice, average for me anyway, probably a tenth or so. Smoked in the usual way.

I had to look up "OEV." (I love the net! You can look up freakin everything!) Yes, it's funny how, with each of the latter major gear clicks, I got that feeling like, pop! I'm back! and the me that came to felt like the familiar me; but then it would click again and that me felt like the "real me" -- and they were all different!

I believe that all of them are the "real me," on different planes.