Dosage: residue in GVG and a fresh sprinkle of spice over the x8 residued screens.

Took a light hit just for a "suck and see" trial, usual body buzz asociated with bright CEV's.
As the effects drop off, I decide to top up with another pull from the same pipe. Now I've read that effects are not likely to increase much by vaping within 20mins to 30mins of a fisrt hit, but man oh man I disagree.
The second hit, I heat the ceramic filtre up till it started glowing and pulled in a horrendous cloud of vapour into my lungs, clearing every last mollecule in that pipe. This time it hurt, my throats on fire and my lungs just want rid of this, but I hold on.
Very ,oh so very quickly I'm carried off, room gone, body gone. Tis all all replaced by , OMG where to start with this one! The Dome appeared, incredibly complex and beautifull, way off the colour spectrum, electric lapis luzuli etched in supercharged saphire light. Then I'm in the topsy , turvy tubular glass factory,: I'm so amazed at these tubular glass-like structures and whats going on inside of them, that I forget that there is indeed an entity watching me, unseen but very much present. He, ( yes I sense this maculinity) is effortlessly flying around me, ping! I'm jabbed on the shoulder and he winks and I hear ( telepath.) "well give the dog a bone he's finally noticed me!" Flying around to the other side of me , another jab and wink, that's when I realise the playfullness of this entity, he's just teasing me and with such good humour too, I laugh and he seems pleased at this. But this glass factory is still astonishing me. It simply defies description, like hundreds of futuristic pin-ball machines buzzing, revovling and driving along the endless maze of glass tubes. And yet again more jabs and winks from the friendly playfull entity., maybe he wanted me to pay attention to the general picture and had a special message, but for some reason I got fixated on the scenes playing out in the tubing and missed the important message. I sensed a goodbye wave from him as the peak started to drop off.

Conclusion:
I should be more consequent with the dosing, as this level of intensity took me by suprise, however it turned out just fine.

Does anyone know what I'm on about when talking about a massive good humoured wink from something you don't exactly see?

I enjoyed that, and yes, I do know what you mean, or at least I feel I do.

Many times have entities said to me 'isn't this amazing?'. I'd expect 'them' to know more about their 'home' than I do, but some of them are still human enough to be astonished by it, they smile and interact with me as if I'm a part of their team, one of their friends perhaps. It's like being in on some cosmic joke. Other entities, the ones that know more, generally seem less playful. Except for one, but he's just the maddest of them all.

Yes, you've nailed it! it's just like that, as this particular entity behaved just as you describe. Thank goodness for this site, for when I try and share this stuff with my wife, mother etc. it's always the same wry smile, as if I'm ready for collection by the men in the white overalls. ( God bless them they don't know what they are missing!)

Thanks.

Arc.

Tbh, I stopped lurking through this amazing place just to ask you about this one.

I'll try not to hijack this thread but sure. The maddest of the mad (that I've seen) is the Prisoner/Clown. His skin is striped black and white, he has bright lips and wild intense eyes. I vaped a certain degree of spice one time and it had a very muted effect, so I quickly vaped more, and halfway through the trip was met with this fellow. He had some form of studio in which he mixed every conceivable medium together, and all manner of impossible objects, this mass just grew out of control and he seemed to be loving it. I sort of wanted to see something mad, and this fellow knew it. He looked at me with a maniacal expression as if to say 'how's THIS for mad!?'. I think to most people he would seem threatening, but I loved the dude, even though he was so intense. He seemed to be one of the more 'powerful' beings I have met, like some form of hyperspace 'boss'.

(I suppose one could come up with all kinds of theories about these clowns/jokers/jesters, all being incarnations of eachother etc, inspiring stuff.)

maybe you should consider reading up on The Trickster Archetype.
i have met the so called Joker/Trickster/Clown many times,
i even had a 2 hour telepatic changa discussion session with him.
That was all about the games within peoples unconscious he likes to play.
I respect this archetype, but he always warned and showed me he can be very malicious too.

Sometimes he presents himself as a hillarious playfull clown, other times he is more of a wicked alchemist,
he has a dark shadow side too, just like humans or nature even, representing duality.

his shadow side was explained to me by a other archetype that i do like, The Buddha.
To me it seems The Trickster is trapped within it's own games and by engaging him in any way will keep you trapped with him.
Representing our human failures and the ridiculous behaviour resulting from that to deal with our failures.
Hence Buddha's advice: "Ignore him, follow your own path"

Embrace him, but never forget, for he is The Trickster, you may be tricked into a sick joke.
For him things we might consider as pain and utter darkness are just the same playfull jokes he likes to do all eternity.

HAXXORZ: I totally agree the joker/jester can be very different in each journey, to be honest, I feel like every time I see him, it's not the same joker/jester, but a different one. And sometimes there are more than one of them.
And I think they can trick AND teach you.

I'd like to ask, how did you go with the 2 hour changa session? Did you just smoke more each time the effects diminished?

Tele, I was actually thinking about your avatar just now, I was wondering if you might see this. And yeah, I can't be certain about absolute definition of any part of hyperspace, it's as ridiculous as you can imagine. It's as If he could very well have been saying just about everything to me. 'I don't exist, but look at me, all of this is one and this thing I'm making is multiples'. All sensibilities and definitions are thrown to the wind that is not a wind. Most of the time anyway, sometimes it makes perfect sense.

I had an experience last night,
where I saw something very similar to this.
It was a joker,
and he was working with some sort of molten colorful liquid.

Did you draw this?