Its at times like these that I wish I had the linguistic abilities of Nexians such as RisingSpirit who can convey their experiences in a manner which leaves the reader able to understand and empathise.
The first thing to mention was that the inhalation was absolutely the maximum my lungs could hold, and the bowel was still full of fumes as it began to develop a diamond facet-like surface with a green tinge.I kept inhaling and when the bowel was done and as I turned to place the bong on the adjacent table I was seeing three of the bongs akin to a tracer effect but without the movement between the images of the bongs.
I lay back with eyes closed and was assaulted by the usual initial fractalizing ,liquid imagery which rapidly gave way to a telepathic sense of 'So, you REALLY want to see whats here?Well come along!!'-there was no entity conveying this to me but was like a broadcast from this 'space'.What followed was unlike anything I had seen before; the left side of this space was morphing and lunging towards me whereas the right side was filled with a range of images which had the clarity of a photograph, showing a red car speeding by with my point of view of it being as I were standing on an overpass which it passed below.In its wake I was presented with a further image of a young lady in a pink swimming suit eating an icecream standing along a sea-front promenade with a smile on her fully human face.The rate at which each image gave way to the next was horrendoulsy fast but the bizarre dichotomy between my two halves of the visual/experiential field remained distinct with a psychedelic morph-fest on the left and vision after vision of 'real' images on the right half.
The experience seemed alot more serious than the lesser realms of DMT where jesters and the like are seen and this is not meant to make light of such voyages.In some ways it seemed to be taunting me in the sense of 'You are here now and youve seen; can you deal with it?' and my failiure to respond made it seem that it began to try harder and harder to evoke an emotional response on my part.Having fully surrendered to it, and having no faculties to respond (and this is a function of letting myself glide into the observer status at the launch) it seemed content with my 'performance'.I was bathed in the visions which seemed to enter and leave what little remained of me at will and still failed to draw a response.
As the trip began to subside in my inner space the OEVs were still incredibly potent for several minutes longer before receding.My ability to think, after a fashion, had returned and my abiding thought was that I had been only 'paddling in the pool' till know, and this is where I had really seen this molecules capabilities.But it was also clear to me that the envelop could be pushed further as these realms were clearly not the end of the line; this I think would probably need 60mg but then again, at 60mg, should one not black out, the possibility of further dimensions may well be sensed as existing beyond that level.
All in all a fantastic but very heavy experience.My thoughts now are twofold:
1.I should make some caapi x20 changa with FB in a 1 : 2 ratio in order to push the dose a little higher but still so I can imbibe in one breath;
or 2.try pharma/aya. Changa and FB are wonderful tools but their brevity and aggressive onslaught makes them limited for personal improvement.
This is the biggest dose Ive taken thus far of changa and the difference between 47mg and just a few mgs more was incredibly surprising.
I am paranoid of my brain. It thinks all the time, even when I'm asleep. My thoughts assail me. Murderous lechers they are. Thought is the assassin of thought. Like a man stabbing himself with one hand while the other hand tries to stop the blade. Like an explosion that destroys the detonator. I am paranoid of my brain. It makes me unsettled and ill at ease. Makes me chase my tail, freezes my eyes and shuts me down. Watches me. Eats my head. It destroys me.