Hello fellow Nexians,
I'm using the alias Shambolic, which means untidy and disorganised, but I'm adding Shamonic and Shambhala into the meaning as well.
I herald from the Southwest UK from a place where liberty caps grow on the moors in abundance and thus have a fairly good grounding Psychedellic culture. This windswept peninsula has shaped my character into that of a deep lover of nature and the sea. I enjoy Surfing and I'm also hopelessly addicted to Mountainbiking.
I remember my old man and his mate taking us out for a walk and getting us to help pick them there shrooms for them. Cheeky old hippy bastards!
When I was a kid and found out what pot was, I thought it was uncool, as it was something the boring grown ups did and I was against it.
But then, years later an older friend of mine was like "look what I've got, some hash" and so I tried a pipe. It was great, so much nicer than alcohol. I must have been around 13/14 at the time.
My father noticed my new found intrigue into drugs and got me a copy of Carlos Castenedas Teachings of Don Juan, which certainly changed how I viewed power plants and Psychedellics.
By the time I was 15 I was smoking pot regularly and trying mushrooms, LSD, MDMA and would mission to various parties and festivals every summer.
Then I noticed something happening to my friends. They were changing and becoming a bit like Gollum with the ring when it came to there stash of whatever and a bit lost in the scene. I hated that and around that time moved back to my original hometown and started Surfing and became a total Ganja puritan and vegan athlete.
So from the age of 18 to around 24 I didn't do anything except smoke a lot of weed and do a lot of biking and surfing. Then I went to Portugal for 18 months and while I was there I went to a few Psy raves in the sticks and started to dabble in various bits n bobs. Namely MDMA and coke and then I even tried some ketamine, something that I always frowned upon because in the late 90's in the UK all the die hard counterculture crustafarians would drink a lot of super strength lager and bosh loads of K and seeing them on it was enough to put any sensible person right off. But I was wrong. K does have a time and a place, like if you want to wind down at the end of a long night it's actually quite nice.
One thing I'm not into anymore is LSD. I took a few too many at far too young an age and although I enjoyed it, I've learnt what I needed to and now I just can't stand the exaustingly long hours of tripping, and I don't learn anything new. Those doors have all been opened.
2CB however is marvelous stuff, especially taken with MDMA. Really nice kit.
Now then, DMT!
My first pipe of changa was during my portugal trip, but I was already flying off some massive tri lines of ketamine, cocaine and MDMA so whatever little voyage I had was somewhat tainted by these other, probably not so complimentary subtances, I do however remember visiting another realm and there were some other people/beings there, but not much else.
It was last year I had my second encounter with some Changa. I was visiting my bro in Bristol and we were out having a few drinks. Later we were heading home, but I wanted to stay out and so did this other young Ghanian lad that was at uni with my bro. He says he's got a few bits n pieces and invites me around for a few tunes and a bit of a session. So we do a bit of MDMA and smoke some weed and typically get into some deep conversation as you do.
Then he produces the bag of changa & I'm very much keen on trying this again as I'm not as out of it as I was the previous time.
Now Terrence Mckenna says that hash smokers have a bit of a natural advantage to smoking DMT as were very used to using pipes and have big lung capacities etc. Also I have a very low heart rate, and good circulation from surfing in cold seas and years of cycling.
So, perhaps due having some sort of physiological advantage, plus good potency changa, I manage to break through from one very big first hit.
I'm propelled into some HD fractal digital realm where this being, that's a sort of spin off from the kid I was there with, only a very fractal version wearing a flat peak of all things, proceeds to tell me "I know... You didn't realise this was possible it's ok though" or something like that. At which point I'm thinking "nah, my body can't take this I'm shitting my pants and my guts are in utter termoil" meanwhile the being is reasuring me it's ok and I'll get used to it.
I come to spewing into a plastic washing up bowl, but luckily I hadn't actually shat myself, which was a relief.
After I recovered we smoked a few more pipes, but I went easy on the pipe and just enjoyed the lush rushes, and floaty visuals and looking out across the cityscape.
Fastforward to the present day. I'm a science student so I have a reasonable understanding of chemistry. And I've hypothetically set up a lab in an old microcamper in some old stone shed, and hypothetically running through some extractions of MHRB and ACRB. I'll be making some hypothetical lab notes and sharing any useful points of these notes with the community here on the Nexus soon.
There you have it, hopefully you'll have a pretty good idea of what I'm about and that I'm potentially of use to the community.
Looking forward to the next few months of summer, and sharing some profound and beautiful experiences.
Shambolic
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