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PRE-CONDITIONS This experience involved myself and one other person, the following event unfolded at my place of residence about five years back. I had used psychedelics for spiritual purposes for many years. Recently, I had introduced a good friend of mine to the world of DMT via Ayahuasca , this friend of mine had more of a scientific and logical viewpoint, he was highly skeptical of my numerous stories of encountering "spirits" while tripping.
(mind)Set: As for me, I had been taking LSD, mushrooms and Morning glories on a regular basis for more than 15 years. I had been using both pure DMT and Ayahuasca for only two years prior to this experience. The individual I shared this experienced with was indeed the perfect textbook example of a psychedelic hardhead, he had a very difficult time "breaking through" to a visual type experience, even after ingesting extremely high dose of psychedelics such as LSD, DMT Ayahuasca or Mescaline.
It came to the point where it was a bit frustrating for him, after hearing me talk about my "amazing" trips for more than a year, he still had not had any psychedelic experiences that were visual in nature. In vain , and against my advise he resorted to consuming large amounts of psychedelics in order to help with the "breakthrough" but nothing seemed to work.
For example , one evening he took 350mg of DMT along with some Syrian rue extract. The resulting experience while intense still did not yield him any intense visuals according to his account. If I myself would have taken that much I could not even venture to imagine what sort of visual experience it would have brought about for me.
The fact that my friend seemed unable to hallucinate was frustrating to me a bit as well. I started to feel like it was my fault for telling him too much about DMT and what I had seen on my trips, I thought that perhaps I had built up his expectations too much about it.
Whatever the cause, It was clear that for some reason he seemed unable to properly assimilate a psychedelic experience. I had successfully helped many people to hallucinate vividly over the years by using a variety of awareness enhancing techniques, however, In this particular case I had done everything in my power to assist him in his discovery of the potential of his awareness but nothing I had tried so far seemed to work. I knew that you could lead a horse to water but there was no way to make him drink I decided to leave it in the hands of the universe and DMT to reveal it's true nature to my friend when the time was right.
(physical condition) Set: Good
Setting (location):My place of residence.
time of day: Evening
recent drug use: Marijuana, Coca Leaf on a daily basis,, LSD, Mescaline, Morning Glories, Ayahuasca, P. Cubensis, bi- weekly
last meal: Unknown, high probability of Wendy's fast food.
PARTICIPANT
Gender: Both participants are male.
body weight: I am 68KG my friend is more around 80KG
known sensitivities: My self none, the other participant has a very pronounced NON sensitivity to many classic psychedelic substances.
history of use: I would rate myself as being relatively experienced (15+years ) where as my friend was more of a novice. (2 years)
BIOASSAY
Substance(s): liquid LSD, purportedly "fluff", full spectrum San Pedro cactus extract. Syrian rue, B. Caapi, Mimosa rootbark, Chacruna extracted into tea and last but nt least, yellow DMT.
Dose(s): Myself: 2 drops of "fluff” LSD, 250mg of full spectrum SP cactus extract, 100ml of Caapi Chacruna blend, 75grams of Caapi, 100grams of Chacruna per 100ml.
My friend: 150ml of Syrian/rue mimosa tea 7 grams of mimosa and 3 grams of rue per 25ml serving followed by 3 drops of alleged “fluff” LSD, followed by 400mg of full spectrum San Pedro extract.
Method of administration: All compounds mentioned above were ingested.
EFFECTS
Administration time
Duration: 20+hours
First effects: 7:30pm
Peak: midnight to 6am
Come down:7amto 12pm
Baseline:2pm
Intensity (overall):;" 4 = "Extremely"
OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 4
Implesantness: 0
Visual Intensity: 4
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AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: 4 = felt amazing, couldn't believe what had taken place.
REPORT
One cool, rainy autumn evening I had a good friend to over to my place for a journey. We had an assortment of psychoactive substances available in order to aid us in our quest. This was my fifth psychedelic experience with this person. As I mentioned above, this person had not been able to perceive extraordinary visuals of any kind.
We each started with our own different compounds, primarily because my friend wanted to start with mimosa/huasca so he could have a nice purge before taking the acid. I, on the other hand had no desire to take any Syrian rue/mimosa tea so I started with the “fluff” acid. Syrian rue/mimosa definitely had a far more drastic effect on me than it seemed to have on my hard headed friend.
I was mainly interested in eating LSD and taking the full spectrum San Pedro extract on this particular fall evening. I knew that if I started off with the mimosa/huasca brew first I would most likely be too blown away to take any Mescaline or LSD after that.
We began psychedelic intake at 7pm. We observed a traditional moment of respectful silence before we each ingested our individually pre-apportioned doses. I took two drops of LSD. My friend downed a 100ml shot of medium strength mimosa huasca. About 25 minutes later my friend was unsatisfied with his dosage and so he took another 50ml shot, twenty more minutes later, my friend began purging massively.
My head was swimming in blue waters by this time, so I decided to put on the first Curios George cartoon in an attempt to mask the steady stream of rather invasive, watery sounds of violent Ayahuasca purging that emanated from the bathroom nearby for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually the strange anguished growls and splashes ceased and my friend emerged with an exceedingly refreshed look on his face. He claimed to feel incredible, I asked if he had any visuals at that point, he told me that in spite of feeling a deep sense of physical well being he did not have intense visuals. Immediately after his purge was completed, my friend took 3 drops of the alleged liquid fluff LSD.
We switched the movie from curios George to the Planet Earth documentary , turned down the volume on the television and put on a good mix of music including Tool and Pink Floyd. At this point we each took our dosage of the sandy looking San Pedro Extract powder. I started low with 250mg, my friend ingested 400mg by mixing the mescaline like powder with a tiny bit of spring water and downing it quickly.
The taste of the san Pedro extract in the water reminded me of getting dessert sand in my mouth, I washed it down with 50ml of authentic Caapi/Chacruna brew. Thirty minutes after ingesting the cactus extract powder and the Ayahuasca, I became completely immersed in the impossible synchronicity of time lapse nature footage playing along with Pink Floyd, it was as if the music had become the theme song for creation itself. Suddenly my attention was diverted by the sudden distinct feeling of intense physical movement, my rattled inside my head as the earth beneath me began shaking in a slow staccato rhythm as if some gargantuan creature were slowly approaching and the repeated vibrations of each one of it’s tremendous footsteps were causing seismic events to occur within my psyche.
I looked to my friend, half expecting that he was going through a similar experience. He had an uncomfortable look on his face and he told me he needed to throw up. He went off for another purge session. I remember I had no nausea at that point and I felt wonderful. This time he was away for approximately 15 minutes. Upon his return from purging him and I both moved to the kitchen in an attempt get water from a 2 gallon plastic spring water dispenser inside my fridge. I proceeded to fill my glass first and when I finished dispensing myself a glass of cool water from the plastic dispenser I closed the door.
I had no idea that when I did this the spicket of the water jug somehow got caught on the inside of the refrigerator door. My friend was up next to fill his glass after a heavy mescaline purge, he opened the refrigerator door and instantly a stream of water began erupting up a few feet in the air from the plastic water container as if though we had struck oil. We both scurried struggled for a few moments in vain to contain the rapidly dispensing spring of water but we were so high that it was extremely difficult to deduce what was happening because of our highly inebriated state . The chaotic situation ensued with an eruption of fit of mutual hysterical laughter and a large pool of water on the kitchen floor. We spent ten minutes laughing until our sides ached.
In a light hearted and laughing mood, I was searching for something funny we could view. So were flipping through the “on demand” cable selection and when Weird Al Yankovic video caught my eye. I always liked Weird Al so I thought, why not give it a go? Incase anyone is curios the video was called “At the Drive in” and I actually was not familiar with the artist being spoofed by the cartoon video time and it did not matter.
The outlandish singing and cartoon visuals of the video made my friend and I slip into conniption fits of hysterical howling side splitting laughter. We were both in a state of speechless disbelief at how funny it was, I was no stranger to LSD laughing fits but this one seemed take the cake in a way. My face felt like it radiated with glowing laughter energy, my cheeks were shining, Every time we looked at each other waves upon waves of psychedelic laughter would over take and over power us both literally falling over laughing,
Approximately ten minutes after the video was the laughing fits gradually faded into heart chuckles and the hysterical over amusement seemed to finally subsided. A return to the water dispenser in the refrigerator triggered a second flood and subsequently reoccurrence of laughter from both of us.
Our spirits were soaring and tripping morale was very high between us at this point. Because we both felt so incredibly grand we decided unanimously and without hesitation that it would be an ideal time to try and smoke some DMT so we switched the TV off.
Despite the slurry of traces and spectacular array of CEVs’ that I was experiencing , I was able to load the DMT pipe, (an oil burner) with very little trouble. I filled the pipe with about 40-mg of finely powdered yellow freebase DMT. I did not at that time feel hardly any nervousness and I felt as if though I was the Indiana Jones of entheogens at that moment spirit as if a wild spirit of psychedelic adventure had taken over my heart.
My friend seemed slightly more nervous than myself but still was not really exhibiting any hesitation about vaporizing DMT. In my living room I had a chair and a couch that sat side by side. I sat on the couch and my friend sat a few feet away from me on the chair. I allowed my friend to hit the DMT pipe first .(this particular friend liked to keep his eyes open while he smokes) As is the custom among people I smoke with I helped my friend to take his hit. I struck the paper match and held the flame under the oil burner whilst my friend pulled from the pipe. My friend took two sizable hits and turned his head to look at me, pipe still in hand. His jaw dropped open is an exaggerated expression of shock.
It looked like he was just about to lose his grip on the pipe as a direct result of whatever state of shock he was now exhibiting. It also looked like he was quite possibly having a very intense thing take place. Usually we take turns and each person wits for the other one to finish when we smoke but this time I decided to break protocol and I went ahead and smoked anyway because I was eager to know if I would see something equally as shocking as whatever my friend was apparently apprehending at that moment.
I quickly retrieved the DMT pipe from my friends frozen grip. He still had an equally frozen look upon his face, still looking with his head turned towards me with an almost unreal expression of pure shock and awe.
So, with lightning speed I quickly struck a match up and pulled two massive hits of white vapor in a row from the smoldering pipe.
As I smoked, my friends facial expression slowly transformed from one of shock, into a look of ultimate speechless horror. As I exhaled my second hit, it became obvious to me what the cause of my friends scared look was triggered by.
A very thick wall of bellowing color shifting fog was forming all along the walls of my apartment. The fog was multiplying in density very rapidly and seemed to illuminate a very attenuated feeling of hyper-well being. Within the fog, the intricate flashing colors of the rolling wall of fog were the most dramatic spectrum of colors imaginable. Parts of the amber for seemed to form multiple impressions of griffins.
There were deep churning shades of dark royal purple overlaid with swirling tones of burnished bronze along with polished golden rose and electric sapphire blue. I felt the heart of my soul reach a nirvana like bliss as it became bathed in the multi colored dream light that radiated from the heavy psychedelic bewildering fog that was now all around us both. The fog was so thick I could not even see through it to distinguish my wall any longer. I wanted to stare at the compelling purple mist indefinitely. I remember thinking it as one of the most beautiful things I had seen. I as reminded of the Jimi Hendrix song, Purple Haze, I knew somehow that this was undoubtedly that this was indeed the same purple haze he was referring to in the song, I “knew” it was unmistakable for anything besides that . The mystical fog was alive and had an awareness of it’s own. The actions of the fog made that perfectly clear somehow, it was also somehow evident that this cloud is somehow represents royalty above all royalty.
Suddenly, I became aware of my friends seeming discomfort. I realized he was still frozen looking right at me with the same speechless look, for a moment he relaxed his outlandish expression and he said “Are you seeing this sh*t ???”
“Yes.” I said calmly back, and infact I had seen similar things countless times before, I recognized the fog as being a part of a particular angelic force that I am somewhat accustomed to dealing with.
I urged my friend to relax. I told him to sit back and witness. He responded with a tone of ultimate disbelief by saying,
“I don’t think your seeing this sh*t.”
I wanted to somehow assure him that I was in fact seeing the same thing he was seeing. I was certain that we were both seeing the thick rolling purplish fog but I knew that I could I not be 100% sure we were seeing the same thing until we collaborated eye witness reports about what was happening. I knew there was no time for collaboration at this point however. I knew my friend wanted to try and start talking in a last ditch effort to escape the fog. A look of profound terror recaptured his expression when he realized I did not want to speak anymore about what was happening as I began to gaze at the all immersive purple / gold mist again. For some reason something about how the burnished amber/purple mist rolled and swirled so perfectly reminded me of the curves of a one of a kind classical automobile, even though I am really not much of a car buff or anything,
I glanced over at my friend again and I realized that what I was looking at was the single most frightened individual that I had ever laid eyes upon. He looked like he was going to get up and run out of my apartment creaming at any given moment. I knew him to be a highly logical scientific minded, clear and rational person but right now all that looked as if though all that logic stuff had flown right out the proverbial window.
I attempted to calm him down a bit by telling him that “it won’t hurt you” he nodded his head and seemed to mellow a notch. The wall of rainbow mist still expanded itself in ever direction. As I looked into the most vividly golden part of the fog it took on an extraordinary depth and it filled me with a sense of supreme will being and ultimate satisfaction, sort of like the bells of infinite freedom were ringing out. I felt a statuesque sense of fierce nirvana like ecstasy.
My fried seemed very disturbed still, the cloud mostly vanished and I finally asked my traumatized friend what the matter was, he said “You should have seen yourself, holy sh*t man, I have never seen anything like that in my entire life”
Comparisons between our experiences
I let my friend start with his rendition of what happened and he described the wall of fog that surrounded us to the tee. He also mentioned how he was reminded of old antique automobiles because of the extreme aesthetic perfection of the fog. The reason he was shocked was because of what he said that I transformed into as I hit the DMT pipe. He told me that my head changed into the head of a super real looking golden griffin and after I smoked my whole body followed suit with the transformation. He told me that at one point when he tried to ignore the ultra realistic vision of me as a giant lion/eagle that the griffin snapped at him at gave out a wild piercing shriek of some kind in order to get him to get his attention. My friend also mentioned that the griffin had somehow identified itself as some type of ultimate royalty that he understood as having to do with God.
“So I’m a bird lion? no wonder I have trouble feeding myself water.” and we continued our laugh fest.
In retrospect I strongly believe that the main key to my friend having his first breakthrough experience, was the light hearted mood that was set by all of the good natured laughter that we enjoyed in the hours leading up the shared vision event.
Also, if anyone else has had a griffin experience please feel free to share.
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(61kb) downloaded 146 time(s).And why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye, but do not percieve the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, "brother let me remove the speck from your eye", when you yourself do not see the plank that is in your own eye?-Yeshua ben Yoseph