I did another 32 mg spice (vaped) + 100 mg crude caapi leaf changa powder (plugged).
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As a practical note to those who wish to embark into their rectum; you probably want to do some regular enemas before trying to dose via plugging. Holding in liquid can be kinda tricky, you may leak a bit if you don't know how to work the sphincter muscles, you may need to build up your ability to hold liquid in for longer ... even with small volumes.
Also, when you begin anal stimulation it may engage peristalsis action; that is to say your guts will start moving food through your digestive tract, wherever that food might be. For some, sticking a finger or a syringe (no needle, of course) up their bum will cause the poop muscles to go apeshit RIGHT THEN and you'll push out whatever feces was in the lower rectum.
If you do have a turd on deck, ready to be discharged, it needs to go prior to plugging your dose. Depending on how much and when you ate, you may have a vacant lower rectal cavity but a turd bolus is hanging out in the tract above, like a baseball player in the dugout. Gotta get that dugout cleared out, or else the fluid may engage peristalsis and push a turd into the lower colon, into your plugged fluid, even though you thought you were clean.
So this also works to your advantage though - a little digital (IE fingering) of the anus can help you to poop what's in your system even though you didn't think you could go poo. You can continue fingering until the colon is pretty much cleaned out by way of peristalsis pushing.
TLDR: Get rid of all the feces you can prior to plunging, or else product will either get pushed out because you need to poop or you may have product mix into poo and not absorbed as fully as you'd like.
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Whew! Glad you made it.
Like most of my trips, I was blasted into hyperspace for 15 mintues. I felt an over powering force to close my eyes, so I did. Doing so, I fell/swam in the stream of hyperspace. I'd fall on one plane of gravity, then a trap door of reality would emerge and I'd fall into another plane of existence, on another axis of gravity. This must have happened x5 times.
At last, I stabilized direction and floated in a crowded river of consciousness. The river was not dirty, per se, but every thought that was cast off from my brain was an object in this river. Like visiting the city landfill, you become aware of the junk - the plastic & impermanent & disposed - and excess of thoughts that get discarded from your mind on a daily basis. I saw many rubies floating along side chunks of wood, rubber, empty soda cans.
Hyperspace does not value your thoughts the same way you do. You might think your scheme to get the next job promotion or paying your cell phone bill is important, but in hyperspace it is one of a thousand pieces of garbage that clog and clutter its rivers. Its not that they should not be done; but you should take care to reduce and clean up your mind. How much stimulus does your brain need? How many hours of music do you need to jam into your earholes? Every digital image, bullshit thought, reality television show consumed is another ... thing ... that gets put into your river to process. When unwrapped, the message to me was to allow beauty and simplicity to exist without artifice. Simplify. Enjoy purity of experience. Take life straight, no chaser, no mix-ins, no extra sauce. Enjoy things as they are, right now, for what they are.
Life is not meant to be like eating at fucking Guy Fieri restaurant.
So back to the narrative - after swimming for sometime, I became away of my dissociated self; my hyperspace spirit. In my real body, I felt discomfort - fluid and feces from the enema were in my colon making some discomfort. I was in a strange haze and met a being like Groot in the Guardians of the galaxy movie, except he was half cyborg. He was taking me to see the goddess. Since I believed pretty heavily prior today that you should sort of just lay back and not resist whatever hyperspace dream comes, I went with him, even though I was plagued by my rumbly stomach. I feared that I would offend THEM, as well as YOU dear reader, who I just assumed would want me to go with the flow and not be a back seat driver. Eventually it came to me. My comfort and experience is legitimate; its okay to want what you want. I had breathed shallow breaths in my regular body, but I nervously asked Groot-cyborg if I could take a moment to calm my tummy. He telepathically said yes. "See?" I told myself. "There are times when you go with the flow and times when you can choose your own path in hyperspace and that's okay. Its okay to make your own way, and go discover where you want to go. Just don't be a dick about it. Be aware of others and the experience they may be offering."
After this cool down, my body rubbed my fingers together, my trip was on the tail end, but there was some juice left in the brain. Groot-cyborg did as he wanted, he brought me to the goddess. Like smokey dream, I saw her visage briefly, and then she faded from view, from memory. If it were not for her verdant beauty, she would remain beyond consciousness. I think that her flesh was made of perfectly blended yellow and green vines, alive as the jungle spirit - both nymph and sage tessellated together as her personage but also visually on her face.
Things faded into the light of my bedroom and I lay there in my bed for a time. I reached for my bong - I saw there was some dark goo left on my screens so I tried to vape it off; the resulting smoke was harsh; metallic across my tongue. I took it in but decline to vape off another hit. Now in a non-visual, micro trip, my African spirit friends from New Orleans talked to me. The bounced back and forth from their own voice, and then allowed me to be voice - as if I knew what they might say and could talk to myself on their behalf. The shared some practical wisdom of everyday life. They told me how everything is choice. They showed me how everything is choice. What I eat. When I scratch , seemingly involuntarily. Everything done by you is chosen ... but most of the time your internal governess is making choices and history and you aren't aware of it.
What do I mean by internal Governess? I will share soon, but know this: inside you resides a Governor, that is your will. A manager, that is your voice to yourself - the play by play commentator. Then there are the sensors - brothers who absorb and report the stimulus via the 7 senses. The archivist. The spirit. The union. All are players on the stage of your personality.
One final thought experiment I pose to you - if you were a full time denizen of hyperspace, to what lengths would you go travel into the unknown realm of earthly body and mind? What lessons would you expect to learn and what would you want to experience? If the whole DMT paradigms was turned on its head, what would we think of the trip we are all living in 98% of our waking lives? Is it all one trip - just on two ends of the same spectrum?
- FF
P.S. My plugged MAOI gave the trip a certain effect visually and physically, but because I didn't absorb much of it, I didn't have a prolonged experience. Just augmented.
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