PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: a little out of place as it was a friendly freaky enviroment
(physical condition) Set: 100% fine
Setting (location):best setting at J's
time of day: 11pm
recent drug use:lots of weed
last meal: chicken biryani at 2pm

PARTICIPANT
Gender: male
body weight: 70
known sensitivities:none
history of use: at the end of the honeymoon

BIOASSAY
Substance(s):several joints and then some changa
Dose(s): several joints of low grade weed then 80mg of 1:1 jimjam changa
Method of administration: vaporized


EFFECTS

no idea on the amount of time that had elapsed, duration similar to a regular changa journey.

OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 2
Implesantness: 1
Visual Intensity: 0.5



AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: 4


REPORT

after reading the thread on "types of DMT experience" i thought i would put this one up, its on a different slant to what i would normally write about, maybe less dmt madness and more self realisation. I just thought it was something i wouldnt normally put up here but here it is anyway



I like to journey alone. When I first started my work with the spirit Molecule we would sit in Tom’s front room, there was 3 of us, Tom, Amanda and myself. I always felt very comfortable in this situation as I feel that Tom and Amanda understand DMT, whatever it is, I feel like they get it.
This continued until I smoked at home on my own, this was a revolution and I felt I had discovered the true way to explore this new reality I had been shown.

I had taken the spice to J’s house to introduce Carys and Ross to the magnificence, both of them had true experiences and maybe a little to real of an experience which took them both by surprise and freaked them out a little. Even when you are told over and over again the insanity of this compound you do not realise it until it happens to you.
On the 2 occasions I have taken a journey at J’s I have felt uncomfortable. This is a strange thing as I am as comfortable in J’s house as I am anywhere but for some reason it felt like the wrong place for me to travel and I decided to not journey there again.

That changed last night.

I drove home from my Mum’s after having a lovely xmas with her and Nick. I was heading for a little xmas cheer with J and Carys. We sat on J’s bed and talked the night away with the wine and doobs flowing freely, around 8pm, out of the blue, Carys glanced at me and said, quite enthusiastically, “I would love to smoke some DMT tonight”. Carys said this not knowing that I had some with me, as I heard her words a smile stretched across my face and she knew I had some with me. I think the realisation that she was already halfway there dawned.
A couple more hours passed before I was asked “C’mon then, are you gonna weigh some up?” I happily obliged.

At this point J decided that he wanted to leave the room as he didn’t want any DMT and he thought that his presence would be nothing more than a distraction and he knew from experience the one thing you don’t need in hyperspace is distractions coming from consensus reality.
I could tell that Carys wanted J to stay, I think it would have made her feel a little safer if he was there, but J was resolute and left.

Carys said she didn’t want to journey alone, she wanted to smoke hers then she wanted me to smoke mine so that we were both journeying at the same time. Now, I have built up my little rituals around my consumption of the spice and I like to stick to them as I feel that by doing them I am treating the spice with respect, I like to journey and discover, I don’t like to get fucked up and these rituals have become an important part of my journeys.

There are only 4 people I would break this routine for and Carys is one of them.

This was a different setting to the normal one at J’s house. The 2 occasions on which I have taken spice to J’s there has been 4 people in his living room and to me it had always felt like I was being observed and analysed by the people in the room while I took my journey, this wasn’t true but I felt it anyway.
This time it was just me and Carys, we were lying on the bed in the orange glow of the flickering candles as my nerves started to flare up. I thought about letting Carys take her journey and then not taking mine as I wasn’t in my little DMT bubble that I have created at home. I dismissed this thought very quickly as this is not something I was willing to do to someone as dear to me as Carys.

Carys vaped her first hit and that was all it took, “whoa, I think I’ve had enough” she said, I took the bong from her and she lay back and began her journey. I quickly and quietly loaded and vaped my serving and I lay back to begin my journey.

It was one of those strange journeys where the thought process is enhanced but the visuals are less relevant. The visuals were not the thing to be focussed on, the colours were very pretty but not as in your face as a full on emersion into the pond. It was certainly a thinking journey, I was thinking in a way akin to the way in which my mind works during an LSD trip, to write this experience off because I didn’t fly a dragon would have been silly, in fact it’s downright stupid as I realised more about myself from this experience than I have from 10 trips of dragon riding, entity seeing or the beautiful psychedelic madness which accompanies large doses of DMT.

During this journey I had a golden, lilac, fluctuating sheet of loveliness to look at, but as I have written before, at this dosage I feel the colours are only to distract part of my mind so the rest can work more efficiently. I spent the beginning of my experience thinking about Carys and how she was doing, even to the point where I blocked out some of my own experience so I could keep one closed eye on her to make sure she was ok. Eventually she dropped back into the room, I could tell that her trip had been ok, which filled me with relief and I could then concentrate on my own experience and it was then that I started to analyse the situation I was in.

I have known Carys for a long time and we have been through a lot of crazy stuff together, she is definitely more of a little sister than a friend which made my thoughts much clearer and easier to understand.

Each time I smoke at home I have only the experience and myself.

When I smoke with Tom and Amanda it is a very friendly, safe feeling environment, I have been on trips where it has been so crazy I could barely cope, but always, in the back of my mind, I knew that Tom and Amanda would be able to look after me if anything went wrong.

My final smoking situation was with just me and Tom, I like smoking with tom, out of all my friends he is the only Psychonaught and I know he is a truly great hyperspace ally.

This little session with Carys was the first of its kind. Clearly the interaction between men and women is different and the atmosphere when smoking with Tom is clearly different to smoking with Carys, even though they are friends of equal measure.
As I was thinking about Carys and hoping she was having a good journey I began to think that I am truly missing out on an aspect of existence. I needed someone to share experiences with on a level that I would never get with my friends, even with Carys, a friend who I love like a little sister, is unable to provide the interaction that I felt I now needed in my life.

For the exact same reason that Carys wanted J to stay in the room was the reason I realised I needed someone next to me who wasn’t Carys.

I have been a single soul for a long time, I like it, I enjoy being on my own, I can do anything at anytime and never have to think, compromise or worry about someone else. I have been quite happy bumbling along alone in my own little bubble, I think in this aspect I am very much like my Dad, he always seems at his happiest when he is on his own terms and has no need for any type of compromise.

However, my good friend Carys has started a shift in this happy solitude. She did this without trying or even knowing it and all it took was for her presence to be close to me at the correct time and place.

I care for Carys a lot and I am excited and honoured that I might be able to provide her with an incredible experience like DMT, but she has not had much experience with Spice and her last (2nd) journey was a bit freaky and spooked her out a little. As I lay next to her I was concerned that she might be freaked out or that a horrible journey might be unravelling, I did not enjoy the fact that I was worried about her but I did like the fact that I had someone to worry about; someone that I wanted to make sure was safe and happy.

As I lay there, my thoughts going a million miles a second, Carys dropped back into the room, her breathing changed which is normally a sure fire sign that regular service of the brain has been resumed. She didn’t seem to be distressed so I stopped worrying and let my thoughts go, a few minutes of crazy thought shenanigans later and I felt the experience drop down a level and some normal thought function began to return. At this point I still had my eyes closed and the first thing I heard was Carys breathing, this gave me another strange realisation, I knew that Carys was probably looking at me, making sure I was ok, in the same way that I had been doing for her.
This feeling of having someone look after me or look out for me at a moment when I was vulnerable and in the process having one of the most personal experiences that I think it is possible to have was something which felt very beautiful and right.

The reason Carys wanted J to stay in the room is the reason I wanted to be lay next to someone who wasn’t Carys.
I know that Carys feels safe with me, and I know, that she knows, that I will always look out for her, but I can’t provide the same connection she has with J and she cannot give me the connection she gives to J.

After I came round we began to talk about what just happened, she was completely blown away, she had stayed where she was but the dimension in which she existed had changed. She was still lying on a bed but I was no longer visible and to her right lay a beautiful girl with long blonde hair. She had been talking to this girl but couldn’t remember what they had spoken of.

“There were no colours this time, no craziness and no entities, just real life”, “I didn’t even know I had smoked DMT, I was just in a different world”, “it was so, well, normal”.

It took her a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that she was back in everyday reality as the place she had been to was so similar to consensus reality.

I think she’s now beginning to realise the power of what we are dealing with.

She then asked me what my trip was like. I told her that I was in some nice gold and purple colours, I said it was like a nice journey in the pond where I basked in the fractal loveliness of the liquid colour. I didn’t tell what had really happened as I needed to get it in order in my own mind.

So what did I get sorted?

Well I think that I don’t need to be on my own anymore, I have enjoyed my solitude, it’s been good, but I feel that I need to be in a different place than I am currently in. I have several things in my life which have needed sorting for a long time, things that once sorted will change my life for the better but until the last 6 months I have been happy to let these niggles remain.
Recently I have had a strange feeling inside, I desire for improvement, I now feel that I need to do these things in order to progress my existence.

Once again, with a little help from my friends, the spirit molecule has allowed me to realise something that I already knew.

Thanks Carys.

veni vidi spici

^^^ THIS!

EXCELLENT report 3rdI! That's what it's all about my friend.

i came, i saw, i got absolutely blown out the water



It certainly is. Its crazy days were living in

Wow, sounds like you had a micro-length lsd experience. I've gotten to similar veins of thought, on LSD, yet usually after many hours. Thankyou so much for sharing and I'm happy to hear you're ready to take a different approach to this strange, beautiful substance.