Hello,
Ever since
I successfully created the changa, I've tried it three times (never got to breakthrough though). Two times in my apartment, one time in nature. For someone with as much reverence and respect for the substance, I am far from satisfied with the results.
The first two times I tried it the experience was not very pleasant. There was a certain amount of awe and curiosity, but overall it left me very unsatisfied. The third time I tried it, which was a couple of hours ago as of writing this, it was downright a struggle, and extremely unpleasant.
The day I had was interesting. I visited a local gardener that had implemented the principles of permaculture in his garden just to see what it was like, and to learn something. I was absolutely amazed by the effectiveness and results he had achieved thanks to following the principles of permaculture. After that, I went to the gym and did a very nice mobility drill and some cardio.
As I got home, I took a shower and was feeling great. I had repeated a positive mantra many times in my head. I had turned off the lights in the room and had lit two scented candles before me on the desk. I had put some of my favorite music (Wardruna) on repeat quietly in the background. I loaded around 150mg of changa in the bong, sat naked in my bed, and ripped one fat toke. I had intentions of ripping two, but as soon as I inhaled the first one it became so intense I had time only to leave the bong aside and slide back in my bed before an all-encompassing decomposition of reality completely took over.
The thing that bothers me is not the visual oddity of it all, but the physical tension and body load I get from this changa I made. Every time I smoked it, I could feel intense pressure in my head. This time I suppose I took a large hit because this pressure rose so much it felt like my head was going to explode any moment. It was like being on the verge of blacking out, all the time. The music that was playing was being distorted so much that I could barely recognize anything in it, and it sounded bad, but I couldn't get up and stop it.
Even if there was an iridescent kaleidoscope of every possible color imaginable right before my eyes, pulsating and breathing out living lapis lazuli chains of stacked dimensions, each one nested in the two on its sides, overlapping and exponentiating them into infinity and beyond, I wouldn't have been able to focus on it or pay any attention at all because I felt like I was going to be sick at any moment, or faint, or something like that. The body load was so intense that it made the whole experience feel like one continuous struggle for my life on a physical level, rather than on a mental one (ego, etc.)
It wasn't just once during the experience that I thought "nope, this is the last time I'm doing it...I don't like how it feels". There was no trace of the divine, sacred, or profound. There was only physical struggle with my body and that perpetual feeling that I'm going to lose consciousness at any moment. Breathing became difficult, which only added to my rising panic.
That's what it felt like - a very, very intense panic attack. I've never gotten an actual panic attack, but I suppose that's what it feels like.
So my experience so far leaves me with many questions, such as:
1 - Have I done something wrong during the extraction process? Maybe there is residual NPS or other contaminants in the changa, even though it's been drying in a jar with silica gel for many months now? Is there a way to determine how pure my changa is at this point, and if there are any contaminants?
2 - Is there a chance that the problem is I'm not fully breaking through, but only partially getting there, which is allowing my ego to cling to the remaining bits of reality so strong that it overdrives my brain and body, resulting in those highly unpleasant sensations?
3 - Is there a possibility that my body just doesn't react well to smoked harmalas?
4 - And finally - might all this be a sign that I should stay away from hyperspace (or at least the one you reach by smoking changa) for some reason?
At this point, I'm feeling very disheartened with changa and can imagine myself enjoying only small doses that slightly alter my perception, but keep that immense pressure at bay. This torments my curiosity, as I want to know what is it like to truly breakthrough and leave all notion of self and reality behind while you ascend through the unimaginable layers of upper dimensions with the speed of light, squared...
This is why I came here - because nowhere else on the internet will I find more experienced travelers than you, my friends. So I ask you for advice, opinions, and insight on the above.
Thank you all. Be well.