it was 9pm, and 4 friends (D, D's gf = Kt, O, and S) and I were at Kt's house. We had no where else to go to try to have our first "paralyzing" experiences (just me, O, and S), but Kt tells her parents that we are leaving for a party. Instead, we go to D's Prius on Kt's driveway, place a Mexican blanket and a pillow on the lawn next to it, and D sets up the bubbler with spice/tea, sitting in his driver's seat. O says he won't go first, but S and I don't want to either. So, S and I rock-paper-scissor, and he wins. Right before I said winner goes first, so he goes first, haha.

[I have to say that the spice we had , while better than the yellow crystal-goo we had before, was "precipitated" on paper towel. Each hit was a small yellow square of paper towel.]

His hits must have not been good rips, because he doesn't break through, and says he doesn't need to lay down. I sit in the passenger seat, very anxious, waiting for S to get up from the lay-down that we keep recommending. He gets up, and I tell D I'm ready. Fucking nervous as shit with adrenaline pumping through me, but ready. I inhale air deep, exhale completely, put my mouth to the bubbler, and steadily riiiip it. I inhale more air, hold for 10 or 13 seconds, and exhale. A fuller exhalation, and I face the bubbler again, and as I begin ripping it a second time, everything begins pulling away, so I don't see where this hand that's lighting the bubbler is from, but I rip it as best I can anyway. I get out of the car and lay down on the blanket. I dropped like a dead weight, and I felt knocked out. I "heard" people saying "is he OK?," "what's wrong with him?" but that could have been hallucinatory. I remember at one point thinking "this is cool," and having the thought blasted back at me by "beings" I couldn't really see. I would hear "YA, this is GREAT," "this is COOL!" "GREAT" "you LOVE this." They repeated my thoughts back at me, as if throwing/juggling them around at each other around me, playing with them and mocking me. I think I understood; I then allowed them show me whatever they might want to, though I don't think I got to see because the peak trip started fading slightly. By that point I was smiling and laughing, still not knowing I had physical existence.

While coming out of paralysis, I felt first my hands, which crawled and jerked about, then I opened my eyes and saw my friend O trying to put headphones in my ears, though I assumed he was screwing with semi-conscious me. I sat up, barely able to see the blurry world (or maybe unable to comprehend anything I saw). Then I saw the grass next to me, and was blasted away by the beauty and novelty of it. I put my hands in it to feel it, then stood up for the first time ever. "I have a body!!!!! I am ME!!!!!" I take off my shirt, excited to have a body again, then notice O also has his shirt off. I just smiled and laughed. Kt then told me I could do anything now that I'm back: such as go streaking or piss on her lawn. I appreciated that, but I didn't do either.

It was the most beautiful, strange, and intense experience of my life. I can't see how people do it more than once a day, though I will probably be doing just that at some point. The mindset it offers is one of pure imagination. I think possibly we evolved to need DMT in the form of dreams/REM sleep because it stimulates creativity! By changing the consciousness from what it usually is [aka "you"], you can gain new ideas that you may not have thought of otherwise. "Two heads are better than one," but if one head can let itself be changed temporarily, and "see" what it might not otherwise see through it's "usual" thinking, then this could be almost as good??

It's been a week since that, and I'm planning on boiling Esphand and Lu Gen together and drinking it. It's either that or wait three weeks to do an extraction when I move out of my parent's..

thx for reading!!!

Congradulations on your breakthrough. It sounds like the context was a bit hectic though - I would've been way too nervous in that situation to blast off for the first time. Did your friends try it after? Did everyone like it?

My friend with his shirt also off had broken through, but the other did not at that time. He tried again 90 minutes later at a party where none of the newbs there knew how to drink, and he probably broke through, because he doesn't remember anything, it seems. That or he doesn't want to or cant describe it to us. Which is fine because it is indescribable; he should at least say so, though.

I had an intense time. I'm apprehensive of doing it again, but when I do I'll go as far as I can with it and try to REALLY break through and see crazy shit.