I feel I need to share this with you guys, to get it off my chest (nobody else would have the faintest idea of what I experienced.)
Let me first say I've had a few " breakthroughs" ( or what I thought were breakthroughs) before via the GVG route and some deep mystical pharmawaska experiences. But what I went through this afternnoon has made it clear what a breakthrough is. Only thing is I was stuck there for a good hour ( earth time) A total mindfuck that brought me to the limits of what I could endure, An utter and absolute ass kicking that's going to take time to dissapate
It was another pharmawaska experience with a strange twist and perhaps not the best " Set and setting"
I'd like to first list the bad ideas first.
Bad idea nr. 1/ Having no real intent to do Pharma, leaving various options open,
Bad idea nr. 2/ I took an hr earlier a chinese aphrodisiac ( back to the all options open) said "herbal" aphrodisiac is probbably stuffed full of bootleg Viagra
Bad idea nr. 3, sharing this experience with someone who sells sex for money, even though she's she's fun to be with and a connection of sorts is there. ( also a keen pyschonaut by the way)
Bad idea nr 4/ Too strong a Rue tea.
Bad idea nr 5, Mixing 110mg of fb dmt into 1 glass of orange juice then seperating into two glasses, rather than measuring out 55mg into each glass.
well you get the general idea......., but the real toaster of bad ideas is that my little friend is of Hispanic -African descent from the lovely Isle of Hispanola, (Dom. Rep). Despite being a rational fairly grounded person, I'd witnessed events over the last few months that led me to believe this little beauty has a set of spiritual-pyschic powers not shared with 99.9% of the people I know. Don't get me wrong though, she's a nice girl, fun and bubbly and I 'm convinced she's not even aware of these things.
I can't believe how disrespectful I behaved to the mollecule today, In my daybag I had all the afternoons "options" . Pharma, Shrooms, Kratom, and a Bottle of Champagne ffs!
Well we decided on pharma...
The experience:
Pharma down the hatch, music plugged in , ( 'The Shamans Heart' by Byron Metcalf on repeat play) we both lay quietly on the bed in silent isolation. at 15mins. I can feel it coming on, that gentle silent instropection.
Not a squeek from my traveling companion, she must be feeling it coming on as well I thought.
At 1 hr , I still feel the same as I did at 15mins, mild effects easily handled, I think hmmm next time I'll have to put more spice in the mix.. She moves over to me and pushes her head against mine, I'm thankfull that it appears to be going smooth for her. Her, her, her, what? I am her? I can see into her? she can see into me?
Boooom, the trip is suddenly ramped up to the level of my strongest vaped sessions and then more and more, I'm tryng to relax into it, the stunning super charged neon visions are wonderous to behold, but I keep getting blasted deeper and deeper into hyperspace and my freaking out monkey brain is begining to get the better of my " don't worry it'll all be good" rational brain. But the deeper I go the more I sense a malevolent spririt assailing me, and yes... it's clear to me, I've messed up big time, I'm convinced I've absorbed some sort crazy Voodoo Karma from my companion lying next to me. The repeat performance of "The Shamans Heart" has taken on a whole new evil twist to it, every drum beat causes wild gyrations in the hyperspace Voodoo entities, as they pull me deeper and deeper into a place with no possible return. Oh shit ,my last option is to try and get up and puke out this evil inside me. I dragged myself to the ensuite bathroom and with my head over the loo tried puking, nothing fits together on my body, i am just conciousness hovering over the ceramic bowl, which has now morphed in huge pink stadium full of neon lit enities laughing their ass off at my predicament. On hands and knees I crawl back to the bedroom and pull the plug on that terrorfying music.
I'm now on the floor, hanging on for grim death when the peak hits and I can feel that's it's not going to get any worse from hear on. I keep exclaiming out loud in French, ( I think in English, but speak french with the lady) what a miserable horrid wretch I am and that this was the whip lash of God himself serving as a lesson to change my ways.....
OMG, what an ass kicking I got! and the joke was when I was well enough to ask "her how she managed to get through that, she shrugged, said it was nothing and went walking off texting a girlfriend on her i phone!
The rational explanation for this is that the whole 110mg of spice settled in glass A ( mine) and glass B (hers) probably had next to nothing in it. Combine that with the other "bad ideas" ........
Thanks for bearing with me if you could, I'm still pretty shaken up, hence the worse than usual spelling.