Date: June, 2012
Time: Dusk
Location: Dallas, TX
S&S:
Apartment living room. The room is clean, dimly lit, decorated with pictures of friends and family, incense burns, Royksopp plays in the background (lounge/electro).
Prep:
Simple yoga for 10 minutes, questioned motives, intentions, asked for a safe and informative journey.
Method:
Spice was carefully vaped in an "oil burner" (I hate calling it a crack pipe because I've only ever used one for spice but some people don't know what I'm talking about).
Doseage:
Unsure... used a micro spoon to scoop out what was apparently "enough"
Company:
New friend and neighbor
Prior drug use:
(10/250 mg hydrocodone, not the yellows if you're familiar with hydrocodone) I am very interested as to how this drug may have affected my trip, as it was one of the better ones i've had and I ingested it around thirty minutes before blasting off. I think the lack of anxiety made for a good boost.
Report:
Three big rips in 20 seconds. It was hard to vape properly and it tasted harsh at first, so dialed back the heat for rips 2 & 3 and WOW.
The initial come-up and anxiousness set in and washed away very quickly. I guess I had a big enough cloud go in that I was able to get where I ended up very fast. I felt like I was wizzing through the first stages of my normal trips to an entirely new level I had not yet reached. The consciousness expanded and "popped" and after the room folded in on itself I closed my eyes only to feel like I'd been scooped up by a rocket headed skyward. Entities that I can only describe as jesters were holding onto me, flying me higher all the while stripping back one layer of my ego after the next until I was a floating blank slate about to be Jackson Pollock'd all over by the universe herslef.
All went dark for not a second when a blast of vivid mexican tile colors inmeshed themselves in celtic knotwork. The spirits I had seen earlier where still present, washing primordial dirt from the cracks and crevaces of my psyche with their very breath until it was squeaky clean. I could feel the capacities for love and for knowledge increase greatly as I was continually entertained by the most glorious of multidimensional fractals.
There was a message being repeated over and over again, telepathically instead of spoken. (((Diminish the stressors in your life, their are far too many for someone so young, most of them are unneccessary and born out of the self created illusion that you need the approval of others to have self-worth.)))
I haven't exactly been too concerned with the happiness of those who don't deserve my attention as of late. I was shown all I needed to see at that time I suppose. I have much to learn but I had to learn to relax and not care so much about frivilous things before I could start getting consistant results like I have been lately.
I opened my eyes to find J, my neighbor, sitting lotus, channeling good vibes and all that towards me. He was shattering into many different jays in a linear fashion, each one the possibilty of a different J, living on a different plane of spacetime. I could feel my brain snap in and out of the differnt dimensions, like poking your heads through different membranes covering a different hidden world of inexpressability.
Certainly, this was the most revealing and informative trip until that point. Subsequent trips have been equally rewarding, save one botched experience where the quiet mood was interrupted and trip was diminished.
Trying fuma & DMT this weekend, going to get a foam roller to self massage and reduce anxiety so trip is easier on the muscles and initial anxiety is reduced.
Thanks for the read

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