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#1 Posted : 3/19/2011 9:26:56 AM
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Hey friends. I'm new here (obviously : ) ) and just wanted to let you guys know what I'm all about. Also, I think it's awesome that you guys actually care.

I took my first psychedelic trip on shrooms about a year and a half ago. It was the fall of 2009, and my friends were preparing tea, and I asked for a cup. They obliged, because they're good friends! Anyways, I had been ready and prepared to try either shrooms or LSD for some time at that point, and was really just waiting for either to come around. So, I had this cup of shroom tea, and unfortunately, my friends didn't know that I was actually fairly intoxicated (booze used to be my "thing"...then I grew up mentally and physically). Either way, I had a very pleasant experience that night, and before I turned in to go to bed the next morning, my friends and I went and did some community service for a group of people at my school.

So I waited around a little while, and all the sudden there was word of a sheet or two making its way into our little community. The sheet never came, but a couple of strips did, and my buddy gave me a tab as the entire house I lived in and all of its guests were either tripping or sitting for the trip (a total of about 10-15 people). It was very nice, clean acid, and I say this looking back on the trip with my other experiences used as a point of comparison. Afterwards, I felt better, mentally. This first acid trip took place on Feb 13, 2010.

Time passed, and as I took more acid trips, I really came into myself. I’ve become a pretty decent human being, I think – a really nice guy. I love my life, and my friends, and everything I’m doing. I really couldn’t ask for more.

But lately I’ve been feeling that I haven’t really figured anything out. All that’s happened is just me coming into myself as a person, and developing my own system of properly treating situations. It’s working well, as I said, but I think I’m missing something, and I’ve been ready to encounter whatever that is for some time now.

That brings me to why I’m here, I guess. My younger brother pretty much taught me everything I know about smoking weed, what good shrooms look like and what a good shroom trip should be (things like onset symptoms and whatnot), and various other things. So, when he told me that he thought I’d be interested in DMT and suggested I did some reading on it, I followed his advice. A little later I asked him what it’s like, and he told me it’s indescribable, that it’s like going 100 miles per hour on a roller coaster while you sit unbelievably still, and that afterward, he felt cleaner inside and out than ever before. My interest was piqued.

Eventually, just a few weeks ago, I ordered my first batch of MHRB and followed the lazyman tek, simply because the other methods are not suitable for my place of residence. After successfully pulling somewhere between a gram and two grams from a half pound of bark, I decided to go for the full pound. In the past few weeks, since that first pull and a very very pleasant DMT handshake brought on with my younger brother as sitter, and then him joining in after I was clearly still in our world, I’ve been experimenting a little bit with this stuff. I don’t have a mg scale (yet – just ordered one, literally, after reading the thread from LSDfan99) but I have been careful to not overdo it. Until last night.

Until this point, I had been trying to get back to the first trip I took – very pleasant, kaleidoscopic visuals, things like that. Nothing earth-shattering. So last night, after a concert, I wanted to see what would happen if I smoked a little bit while my buddy drove home on the interstate.

Terrible idea. Terribly stupid.

I pulled very hard, and got a nice rip. As I fully inhaled and got set to hold in the smoke, I realized that the road was stretching very far onto the horizon but was also kind of flat in front of me. I then realized that this was a mistake, and a potentially big one. I immediately exhaled as quickly as possible, managing to say “abort” before I could no longer move. The road was terrifying. I closed my eyes and sought solace in the patterns, which were actually pretty reassuring. However, the radio station was either being changed, or I was a lot further in than I intended to go, because I felt this ripping sound. It was terrible. Visually, things were good, so after what seemed like a half an hour of just checking the patterns, I reopened my eyes. I discovered that I was seeing in some kind of multidimensional space, but I was still seeing what was actually there. The car was entirely unfamiliar, and I couldn’t figure out where I was. I managed to turn and look at my friend, and say “Hey man…everything is straight…right?” He turned to look at me, and while he looked at me, he also looked at the road. Literally, these things were happening simultaneously. He smiled and said “Of course,” after which point everything condensed back to three dimensions and I was in familiar territory. Oddly enough, I had the line, “Wu-tang clan ain’t nothin to fuck with” stuck in my head…a result of the full-on realization that DMT was not ANYTHING to fuck with. I resolved to be better about it.

So here I am. I’m trying to live my life better, and by that I mean I’m trying to stop just doing drugs for the hell of it, because they are fun. I do not have enough time in this world to just throw away moments that I could use to learn things. I was going to sit soon for a breakthrough attempt, this time in a safe setting, but I just am not ready for it. So, for now, I intend to learn a lot more about this stuff, and then resolve to break through and face myself, or whatever awaits.

I hope to share more later, and more with you all. Whatever you do, take care of your shoes.

EDIT: Let me just add, I thought I had done adequate research and was fully prepared. Clearly my behavior indicates otherwise, but I'm not just some jerk looking to get high, and haven't been that way for a couple of months now. If I wanted to get high, I'd smoke weed still, which I stopped using recently. I'm here to listen and learn, and I'd like to thank you all in advance for anything I learn from you.
 

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