It’s now 8 days since my first experience with spice and I thought I’d record where I’m at and my perceptions so far to see how they change (if they change) over time.
The first time I saw the letters DMT was in an anti-drug guidebook in high school (1984). At that point I was a pot-head, no powders, no drugs that went by their initial only. The next time DMT came up was about 8 or 9 months ago. A newish friend that is a friend of my oldest (longest friendship) friend brought it up while we were pitching horseshoes in his back yard one Sunday morning. We got on the topic of psychedelics and he mentioned how weird DMT was and that we should score some and make an afternoon of it. At this point, I still had no idea what DMT was (other that a wild drug) and I didn’t really think much of it. HOWEVER, this is exactly when the seed was planted. This friend mentioned DMT on 1 or two other occasions, but he’s a very busy and all over the place kind of person, and I just blew it off thinking... “meh, this thing Pete’s (not his real name.... or is it!?!) talking about is never going to materialize.
Having always been a fan of LSD and mushrooms, I was testing the waters of LSA at the beginning of this year which lead me to research other entheogens which lead me to... that’s right.... DMT. It took about five seconds for me to become fascinated. I read everything I could, watched whatever I could find and happened upon a STB extraction tek on the internet. This was about two months ago. I started gathering what I needed and ordered what I couldn’t find. About two weeks ago, my completed pile of necessities sat in a box in my room calling to be used. I figured out when my kids would be at their Mom’s and set the plan in motion to begin extracting last Friday night. By Sunday afternoon I had about half of a gram of spice and was more excited than the first time a girl’s hand went for my wedding tackle!
I was originally going to wait, get my friend of 29 years who has jumped on every drug train leaving the station with me since 1984 to join me, set it all up, you know, make a plan, because that’s what I do, I plan stuff. Not this time, hyperspace called, loud and clear. I chucked the plan out the window, loaded about 30mg up in a small glass steamroller I had and 20 seconds later... MY GOD!!!!!!! What was that? How can that be possible? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........!!!!?????!!!!!??????! I believe I am still shrugging, ha! That evening I found the Nexus and signed right up!
With the exception of Monday last week, I experimented, every night of the week before bed. I worried this might be too much, but a voice said “get it out of your system, very soon, you won’t have any problem not doing this every day.” ... I wondered.
Saturday I invited my old friend and his wife over. Very natural, good, loving, natural, trustworthy people - not to mention his and my shared past of psychedelic exploration together. Essentially a Psychedelic Druid and a Yoga Witch. I trust no one in the world more with my psyche (aside from my woman and my mother of course). It was VERY cool. Up until this point my lady had refrained but felt like taking the plunge in our nice little safe, groovy group. What a beautiful thing. We experimented with music and sound and light and whatever we could. We tried to relate our experiences and share our intuitions with each other. The general consensus was that we need a nice fire outside, drums, and some changa or ayahuasca. The experience with others and extra distractions was definitely different than just my lady and I quietly and in the dark of our room. Both settings were to be joyously appreciated for what they had to offer.
Saturday night, my lady and I took a couple of journeys together exploring the loving physical side of spice. While it was cool. it seemed another distraction. I like the feeling after coming down that I have... VERY touchy feely - but whilst space-walking less distraction seemed better and more proper for me.
Right before bed the voice spoke to me again... it asked “do you see what I mean?” Very interestingly, I felt quenched for the time being. I knew I’d be taking many more journeys with spice, but now I absolutely felt no rush and definitely knew every day use wasn’t for me.
Sunday I took a very long walk in the sun, I chanted as I walked and felt more uplifted by chanting than ever before. Later as I walked I focused on my third eyed and was filled with more bliss than I can explain. Tears came to my eyes and I was speechless. While I’ve always been deep thinker, I find myself contemplating even more deeply and often. I’ve felt a connection and “knowing of” some of my beliefs that I’ve never encountered before.
I’ve come to understand that, for me, actually being on spice is wild, deep, profound BUT the changes it seems to make, nurture, help along in my psyche/mind/being are the most truly amazing and beautiful things that I take from he whole experience.
I could probably go on, but I see I’ve already written more that I was shooting for. I apologize if I went into ramble mode, but I have a feeling that you all have felt very similar things as far as wanting to just rave like a madman about this sweet milky whispy blessing. Thanks for listening. I feel terribly lucky to have found this community and thank you all!
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