My partner had just popped her starry eyes open after an apparent misfire. It was my turn next, and also my first time using the substance, so I had begun to mentally prepare myself for whatever waited for me while weighing out my dose. The misfire on my partners end led me to believe that I had burned some of the spice while facilitating the administration of the dose, so I took a very quick mental note to keep the lighter farther away.
I weighed out and loaded 50mg in the machine in an attempt to breakthrough, hopefully in one shot even with a little loss.
I tried to clear my mind and took a couple of long breaths before bringing the pipe to my lips. I lit the lighter, and took straight to the task. The first hit was solid, and I held it for roughly 7 seconds blowing milky white clouds, the smoke was not rough as I had heard told over and over again, and the taste was rather pleasant to me as well. The second hit became more of a chore about halfway through the inhale. It had hit me rather abruptly as I watched the chamber flood with smoke. I did my best to make it through and hold the smoke feeling a distinct vibration rattle me from the inside. I fumbled the lighter on the third hit, and employed my partner in making sure that I finished the task since my own depth perception had failed me and I was feeling rather feckless. All I could do now was draw smoke from the pipe and try to hold it as long as possible before taking a quick and lazy look around. No visuals, no tone; just silence, a very heavy weighted feeling to all my movements, and that vibration resonating from my core. I couldn't stay upright any longer, and my eyelids had begun their decent, and so did I.
It was so fast. I don't even recall my head hitting the pillow behind me or my last delirious words that slipped from my mouth on the way down.
No chrysanthemum, no tunnel, no time for bearings to be regained.
An inky haze pervaded this space around me making it very arduous to see past the tip of my...well, it wasn't really there to use as a hackneyed point of reference. My "eyes" seemed to be adjusting to my environment as details began to emerge from the fog, however movement proved incredibly difficult, so staying still was the only option afforded to me . The first of which I noticed were my surroundings. A very dimly lit "room" with absurd architectural shape, an odd familiarity, and an almost wireframe appearance. Sloping floors with dips and hills in relation of distance to the outer walls and and a bell-ish shape; a singular almost monolithic pillar with a strange light source at its core. A great pulsating, infinitely complex and changing geometric shape exuding enough light to obscure its true shape. Suddenly however, my surroundings had little priority to me as I seemed to almost instinctually dart my eyes in the direction of, well "something," that I had overlooked somehow. Before me stood what I can only describe as a shifting humanoid bearing the likeness of Anubis. It seemed almost drastically out of scale with the room appearing smaller in stature. It was doing something with the core of the room quickly, with almost surgeon-like robotic precision, however when I acknowledged it's presence by looking at it, it seemed to acknowledge me and appeared to shirk its labors in favor of me. In my stationary viewpoint it threw or rolled seemingly simple objects that unraveled like yarn into large flowing, multiplexual tapestries of esoteric language sampling (from what I could gather) Celtic runes, Hebrew, Greek, and hieroglyphs of no identifiable origin. Reading, even what appeared to be English proved to be futile in this rapid transmission via this unknown and unexpected datastream that seemed to encompass not only me, but the entire space itself. Feeling rather bombarded, I attempted to object as politely as possible that I couldn't understand. This was met with a very brief awkward pause before propelling an even larger object in my direction. It unraveled from several ends before again consuming every facet of my vision with the peculiar incomprehensible sea of metaphor surrounding me on every side before fading into the black void.
Familiar bodily sensorium returned to me, my eyes popped open and darted very quickly around the room followed by a long breath, and a loud shocked sigh and a giggle. The world feels like it's wobbling a bit...but systems appear to be functioning normally. Good. Very good.
I looked over to my partner and tried to recant my experience best I could but I was awestruck and giddy at the time, and could not find the words to express such a prodigious and unbelievable emprise into the unknown. I elected to let this soak in for a few minutes while preparing her for another, hopefully more successful launch then her first.