PRE-CONDITIONSSetting (location): My bedroom
time of day: 11:10pm
recent drug use: Cannabis
PARTICIPANTGender: male
history of use: been around the block
BIOASSAYSubstance(s): Cannabis, Changa, Cigarettes
Method of administration: Smoked
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REPORTAt around 10:00p.m. some cannabis was smoked. Once the high had settled in nicely I aimed to set intentions for some current problems I had been working on as well as: peace, love, and monkey business. So after gathering as many people in my time-zone as possible to be ready for the 11:11 launch in the chat-room, I had rolled a nice little changa spliff.
When the time came 11:10p.m. I was in a hurry from fussing around getting water in the kitchen(for later). Hopped out the door smoked the spliff in one hit and held it in for a while. Stumbled into my room and flopped onto the bed, closed my eyes and ----
Low dose. Feeling 'denied'. I pleaded with it for a while ''come on you know I need you right now'', etc. Then some visuals began creeping. The space began to open up as typical of a low-dose. Although I was hoping for a blast I felt seduced into seeing what was offered currently rather then rushing to smoke moar.
THEN, to the left and through a different 'layer of space' there was the girl who had been on my mind, in a white and floaty room of sorts, while the rest of my panorama of visuals(interesting but indescribable) was flowing as per usual. I then allowed her to 'float' in and we 'talked', she winked and floated on. I then start processing consciously "she smokes dmt" and type it into the chat-room.
It had only been 3 minutes, some long 3 minutes! Typical
. Dreamer and House advised so elegantly "Smoke more!". Irregardless, it was time for another spliff. So I get this pair of glitchy hands together and hastefuly rolled another.
Hop outside again smoke this one in one loooong hit, Choking and juggling the smoke from lungs to mouth to nose to longs to mouth to nose until it was unbearable, I exhaled. Floating into my bedroom I flop on the bed again, this was no low dose
My eyelids quickly became another room as typical of a higher-dose, the 'new room' was glowing strongly with light. Astonished I opened my eyes only to see my ceiling fan lights become to bright as it was vaporized. I felt so loved and so welcome that I tried to hold back. It was hurting me to be loved because I was hurting me about being loved. Then surrender.
The time-line of these events is likely skewed, however, what's time anyways... This is all I can remember.
The scene became that of brightly illuminated swimming capillaries through some thin membrane, as if I had taken a microscope and examined my own eyelids after eating a few grams of Ps. cubensis. Tunneling and tunneling, no presences. Then things start becoming less painfully bright and I see molecules dancing in open space. I now interperate them to be tetrahydrofurans but with a 'dmt-twist'
conforming between some kind of conformations that likely does not exist but certainly inMotion, and a sight to behold. Sometime through the more dark and bouncey place a figure of a bald man/raw human form had appeared, very shadow-like, but very in my awareness. I recall interpreting this to be House.
I could go further into the dazzling visual sensations and shimmering sounds that my awareness had experienced or I can simply tell you, it was amazing
, then focus on the importance of the smaller 'trip', or as Pandora might say "hand-shake with dmt".
Now I'm not claiming to be cured of not being able to ask the women out that I like, because I still haven't done it yet. Though I realized, you never really ask a girl out, you let them in. This concept has intimately changed the way I view socio-human interactions when it comes to love/dating/whatever. Perhaps this new view will enable me to live a new
.
A very powerful evening I wouldn't wish to be spent any other way
. Thanks nexus for such a wonderful memorable experience
. Loving you.