Dear Nexian entities!
Let me tell you a story about a friend named Jed.
Jed was born some twenty years ago in a beautiful country in central Europe.
Jed had a lovely childhood reading and frolicking, but as he grew older he could feel the discomfort of adulthood seeping in.
When he was 16, he had his first beer. It all went downhill from there... Moderate drinking, weekly weed smoking, daily weed smoking, interest in psychedelics, interest in spirituality and mysticism...
Some months after his 18th birthday he finally managed to get some LSD, only to enjoy some 18 hours of Phenethylamines (DOB). He loved it regardless.
Fast forward one year (about 2 months ago). Jed is interested in trying some MDMA. He asks a pal if he knows about any, but alas, there is none. His pal says "if you want something strong enough, it will appear".
So Jed thinks to himself, huh, interesting, googles DMT, reads all he can, is more than intrigued, says what the heck, and suddenly a huge jaguar materializes in front of him, handing him a baggie containing a mystical substance.
One sunny autumn afternoon he heads out into a quiet spot in the woods, meditates some, performs a preparatory ritual and loads up an elegant wooden pipe with a sandwich of tobacco, DMT and tobacco. He takes a last deep breath and sparks it.
Jed's technique sucks. He fails to hold in the smoke and starts coughing massively after the second toke. As he finishes coughing, doubling over, he notices a whole new space in his body. It's as if his airways have turned into a massive wind tunnel. He looks up and is mindblown. Colors pop, detail is intricate, it's as if his whole field of vision is being magnified without having to look closer. He examines plants and little insects, loving every moment. All of a sudden, he checks his watch. In the two or three minutes he spent marveling, seventeen minutes passed. Mindfuck. He spends the next hour or so marveling in the tryptamine afterglow.
^Btw, anyone who is so firmly against sub-breakthrough doses has never let themselves feel the contentment of this state.
After this, Jed's interest in psychedelics snowballs... He reads up and reads up and reads up, learns about Hoffmann, Shulgin, McKenna, Wasson, Strassman, Gracie & Zarkov, Fadiman, you name it. He explores the possibilities of acquiring plant teachers and their extracted friends, he spends several hours every day researching these spirits and their role in leading us all to contentment. He reads hundreds of teks, philosophical and scientific discussions on the Nexus and is deeply intrigued.
His unsatiated need to try the spice ends up with him getting a large amount of Acacia RB, which he is yet to extract. His intent is to produce Changa, to brew Formosahuasca, to see what the spirit molecule has in store for him and the fate of the world.
Jed's psychoactive experiences to date (chronological order): Coffee, Alcohol, Cannabis, DOB, DMT, Morning Glory, Syrian Rue, MDMA, Psilocybe cubensis (unfortunately, not a bad trip, but not positive either), Psilocybe semilanceata (hand-picked, mild, lovely experience).
I, the Chairman, mean to help my drunkard friends by inhaling any and all snippets of info the nexus has to offer.
On the other hand, I hope to contribute some insights, philosophical, technical or hyperspacial, anything my hallucinating pals supply me with.
Peace and love,
thanks for being around,
Chairman MAO, the red sun in our hearts
To quote one of my favorite signatures on this site:
...those smoalk now who never smoalk before; And those who always smoalk now smoalk the moar. P.S. A question regarding Acacia Confusa and its oral activity: There are of course contraindications between MAOIs and MDMA. Since Acacia C. is orally active, do we presume it contains a MAOI of its own (NMT/DMT-oxide?) and is thus dangerous to consume with MAOI-contraindicated psychoactives? Would this also be valid for smoalking it? I know Changa is not recommended at all w/ Molly. Thanks again.
In my country, the legal go-to psychoactive substance is ethanol. Sometimes my friends get wasted and tell the craziest stories about how they go out at night to harvest strange grasses in the light of the full moon. They claim to meet elves, white light and jaguars. These are their stories.
SMAOLK ZEBONG
Mon Ami, if you lose your inhibition we can take some extasy and DANCE!