I've smoked changa a handful of times now, and all save my first experience have been solo. I've been experimenting with relatively small doses because, to be blunt, the mechanics of reality seem bizarre even to my sober mind of late, hence my caution. From these trips I've learnt one thing: when I smoke DMT, I need to be in the company of someone I trust.
Tonight, a friend suggested we smoke together. I'm writing this only an hour after, since the experience is still fresh in my mind, though I don't have time to do the whole story justice. Like the moments after waking up from a dream, details are already slipping, but I can still clearly recall a scene. Eyes closed, I find the forefront of my mind's eye emblazoned with a jester-esque mosaic, which quickly wiggles into many distinct figures that I take to be women, though I can't make out their physical features. A large group of these 'beings' (for want of a better word) are gesturing in their own peculiar way, and they seem to be showing me something, though I only realize this after watching them dance - amazed - for a few moments.
"Ah, they're telling me something", I think to myself.
I can feel their congratulatory smiles in recognition that I seem to cotton on to what's happening, their gazes like a mother's when watching her cradled child. I am overcome with the attention.
"Stop basking in amazement and focus. Only an empty cup can be filled", my own voice reminds me.
I relax and surrender to the moment, and here's where things get hazy. The 'women' are playfully dancing in front of me - putting on a demonstrative show for my benefit - nay, education - hoping that I'll understand. Pulses of information ripple through me, and I try to catch onto the message. I can only make out the undertone: "Everything is as it should be. We love you, and we're excited to have you here." One of them comes forth and touches my chest, comforting me. I smile, and then laugh out loud in appreciation. My ears tingle at the sound of my own voice, which brings my attention to the fact that "normal reality" doesn't seem to be all there is right now. As the shimmering figure lifts her resting hand from my chest and starts to move off to the side, I have a flit of worry, and instantly she's back, caressing my mind with a of pulse of energy, a wave of electric love. "I'll always be there, whenever you need me. Take your time. You're doing fine." Smiles beam at me from all sides, and I return one in honest thankfulness, before chuckling out loud again. Snap, all of a sudden I'm lying on my bed, eyes open, staring at the white ceiling, the previous 5 minutes already starting to diffuse from memory.
DMT is bizarre. I would never have expected to believe with such conviction that I was conversing with a group of inter-dimensional.. creatures. It seems crazy - unthinkable! - now, but felt astonishingly genuine at the time. I felt like there was a personal connection between me and the one who came forward. I thought my dose was too low for such effects O.o
I must say that it made a world of difference being in the company of a friend - the whole experience seemed to be greater than the sum of its parts, I felt much safer, and it's fun to chat and reflect on remarkable details each other's trips.
That's all I've got for now, it's bed time. Much love!
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they toil not, neither do they spin, and yet King Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. So give no thought for the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.