...by the brutal efficiency of the GVG. Writing this is a bit of a challenge, as I'm still trembling in the face of what just happened.

TL;DR: WEIGH. YOUR. DOSES.

So I had set aside some time tonight for my second journey with my spankin-new GVG. Great mood, great day, all worldly business taken care of, positive state of mind.

The first time driving my new hyperspace booster 3 days ago, I had just stuffed about 7 screens down in there and called it good. Weighed out 20mg of spice from my latest extraction, and worked on my technique. Three days ago, it was a strong experience, but NOTHING like what just happened to me.

Tonight, I decided to try the copper mesh scrubber method and try to get the whole hit in one big toke. However, I got cocky and decided to just eyeball my dose. I estimate now that it must have been about 55-60mg, which I had smoalked before in 3-4 hits, but never in a GVG, and never in one hit. I must admit that I felt like a bit of a veteran with a whole 25+ journeys under my belt. (Feel free to laugh I had my mind blown on several occasions, but I really felt like I had a handle on this whole spice thing.

I have never been more wrong about anything in my life.

Load spice: check. Melt into scrubber: check. Music: check. Pre-flight jitters: always. Fired up the lighter, cleared my mind, and prayed to the elves that I may be shown something new. Flame to GVG and inhale. Instantly I see thick white vapor begin to form, much thicker than last time. Inhale, keep going...strange, I don't really taste anything, but I see it! Remove lighter, keep inhaling...damn, the vapor's still coming...will it ever end???

The carrier wave comes up as usual, and I have just enough time to put the Genie down and close my eyes as the fractals come, faster than ever before. MUCH faster, as a matter of fact, this is ALL happening faster. I enter a white light that I've never seen before, complete white-out for a second (hours? Minutes? Years? I dunno). Then I am in a much larger, more expansive version of the hyperspacial world I've visited before. It feels HUGE compared to every other visit, and things are happening FAST.

I was losing it. In the past, I've always been able to sort of...poke at hyperspace with my mind. Slow things down a bit, ask the dream to slow down so I could keep up. In a pinch and as a last resort, I could always open my eyes, and the simple act of seeing some of the room would help ground me and bring me back enough to continue.

Not this time. It did not matter if my eyes were open or closed.

I could feel my body, waaaaaay back there...could feel my eyes blinking, but the unspeakable beauty of a whole WORLD of light and texture just kept coming, totally uninterrupted. Rotating, feeding upon itself, buildings made of light, texture, car parts, flowers all falling in on itself. Everywhere I looked with my physical eyes, it was completely replaced with these structures of ideas and color.

I cannot over emphasize the speed at which everything was occurring. I tried to use the tripper's mantra: "I've done a powerful substance. It will wear off soon. I'm going to be OK, just surrender and ride it out." I might as well have been holding up a lit candle against a hurricane, for all the good it did me.

Usually I am greeted upon entry by gnomish creatures wearing masks of what look like Mayan-inspired designs. I'm used to them sort of guiding me, and handing me things, ideas, objects, lights, etc. This time, it was all so overwhelming that if they were there, I did not notice them.

I slowly became aware that the hyperspacial world that was falling on me (truly what it felt like) was starting to slow down a little, like it was being lifted from ontop of me. I began to realize that I was a human being again, and, yes, I have a body. DEAR GOD, have I been breathing???? Yeah, must have been, i feel pretty much OK, aside from my heart pounding out of my chest. I start laughing, because it's the only thing that feels natural. Wild, hysterical laughter, and with it, the tension starts to leave my mind and I finally start to realize what has happened.

It felt like a reverse-breakthrough. My eyes were open the whole time. It didn't feel anything like any of my previous journeys, which always felt like I had travelled somewhere. This time, it felt like I stayed put, and a whole plane of existence fell out of the ether and landed right on my freakin HEAD.

As hyperspace was lifted from my forehead, I did see one of my gnome-friends poke his face out of my ceiling, and got the distinct feeling that he was laughing his ass off at me. I could do nothing but laugh with him.

Post flight routine-- Heartbeat: check. Pulse: elevated. House: just as I left it. Clock: 16 minutes from flicking the Bic. Mindset:

Humbled beyond all recognition. This is so much deeper than I ever thought I'd go. I thought I had at least a few things figured out about navigating hyperspace, but tonight showed me that I don't know beans. Nada. The mystery has grown to unimaginable proportions in my mind, and I am grateful that I am still sane enough to write this. I need time to integrate and ponder. I have the strangest craving for waffles, which I will indulge

A certain part of me wants to go back soon...another part says to wait until I feel the true call again. It might be a while, but when I take the controls of the hyperspace booster once again, it will be with an awe and respect that I only previously hinted at.

Thanks for reading my long-ass ramble. I'd love to hear about other experiences in which fellow travelers have had their bodies disappear to the point of no boundary between OEV and CEV. Anyone?

With butter and maple syrup,

WP

mmmm waffles

"prayed to the elves that I may be shown something new."
I'm pretty sure they heard your prayer

good report. thanks

I have seen the white, it came at me in waves. massive, obliterating waves. it was so spectacular....

Welcome to the club

I think of the hyperslaps of "tests" in case one shows no disrespect. It's normal with DMT to get occasionally ass whooped.

I don't think you were this time so much slapped, as much as shown the efficiency of proper vaping tecnhique.
I consider slaps more hellish

Thanks for the replies, guys

Wrists--That white out was a very new thing for me, on N,N. Beautiful, but REALLY scary, especially at first! And yes, I believe that those elves had my number this time!

Tele--Totally agree. I've read about other's slaps, and mine seemed pretty mild compared to theirs. There was certainly some sinister character to it, but nothing I would consider hellish. But I am under no illusions now that I know what I'm talking about. I realize that I don't know anything. Now that I've had some sleep and a little time to reflect (and some waffles), I think I have some small appreciation for what it would feel like to be "killed by beauty".

WP