Hello Nexus, long time lurker, felt it was time to get an account and join in. For my first post a report on my first time taking changa in a waterbong. Happened last week.

I'm a fairly experienced psychedelic explorer. LSD, mushrooms, 4-ACO-DMT, 4-HO-MET, 5-MEO-DIPT, 25C, 25I, 2CB, 2CI, cannabis, salvia, and a few awful cannaboloids that i forget the name of and wouldnt touch again in a million years. Had a few +4 full on mystical experiences with LSD and mushrooms. I used to take psychedelics without much thought to set and setting, these days i do and take threshold doses for dancing and walks, larger doses in the dark for exploration.

I've taken changa 4 or 5 times, progressing from a damiana/changa joint, pure changa joint, and pipe. All previous changa experiences have been fairly similar: amazing, beautiful visual field, feeling at one with everything, catching glimpses of pixies here and there. The most profound was with a cat on the bed with me, she turned into this magnificent glowing creature who really saw me and what I was experiencing. Actually the interesting thing was the cat started behaving strangely 10 minutes before the changa was smoked and seemed to be very aware of what was happening. Nothing approaching a breakthrough, and with a diminishing supply of changa I decided to go for broke and fill the bowl of my small bong.

Smudged the room, light was from 3 candles, after dark, alone in the house. Took some deep breathes and called in protection from the spirits, the earth, and so on. Set my intention out loud
I am here as an explorer, I want to see what you can show me. I want to understand better what is going on – is this a part of my mind manifesting, a communication device, a portal to another universe? I am ready to see.
Something like that

I held the flame above the changa, emptied my lungs and started. There was a lot of smoke, but I didn’t find it unpleasant or difficult to breathe in. A few seconds and still breathing in my hand and the flame turned into fractals. This was a bit surprising, had never been this fast before.

I put the bong down, as silver flowers of life rose in their hundreds from the carpet, I fell/lay down, closed my eyes and POP! There was no transition I was somewhere else. But it wasn’t somewhere – my 'reality' of 3D space and time was missing. It was like experiencing other dimensions without having any idea what these other dimensions where. 24 hours later I still have no words or concepts to describe where I was. I didn’t black out, I'm aware of experiencing something. It felt like madness or chaos, impossible for my mind to comprehend.

Every other psychedelic I've taken, including an intense Salvia x20 journey, has been in an understandable 3D space. Dying, tunnel of light, conversing with a godly intelligence on mushrooms, being able to see in 360 degrees, was still perceived in a vision state where i could 'see'. This changa trip just wasn't like that. The only thing i have from this flash of insanity is the state of my mind - overwhelmed! There was terror and awe in there as well, i don't think the 'place' was terrible, this was just my reaction to it.

After some minutes (or hours, or years, or another life entirely) I felt my body return very faintly and opened my eyes. There was no change, closed and open eyes where the same. I remember feeling my head, somehow it was resting on a cushion. Opened my eyes again and saw something reminiscent of Alex Greys Godself - Impossible towering infinite fractal patterns, more than patterns alive somehow, stretching in every direction. It wasn't geometry but a face or an eye, something organic and moving and seeing me.

Here is the odd part. I closed my eyes again and there was nothing. Blackness. Open and back to the fractal universe, closed - nothing. I remember making a noise at this point, lying prostate on the floor, my eyes filled with the most magnificent vision, my brain still reeling (recoiling?) from what had just happened. A groan, moan, alien song to the universe who knows. I could see the noise i just made and it felt good, grounded me. I could only lie there for the next 10 mins or so as the room came slowly back, exhausted, confused and in bad need of a hug.

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It's two days later now and I have one very simple and very powerful realisation: what was going on was not coming from me. Never could I have imagined or conceived such mind bending strangeness, this was an external experience. Powerful because I've never been able to say that in my previous psychedelic adventures. For sure I thought this, but could never have been sure that it wasn't all my imagination.

I'm posting here because it's nice to share, and I'm hoping for some wise words. Did i take too much? Is this normal? I am encouraged by all the understated heroics of people mapping hyperspace here. Hoping that next time i will be able to keep my minds eye focused and aware for some time, maybe look around a little. Maybe take a little less

Much love
BB

Yes, even with experience with other psychedelics, DMT seems to be something else. I don't know about wise words, i don't think any of us have nailed down what this thing is and what it does. Buy yeah, sounds like you made it 'there'.

We are monkeys with a spaceship.

Good to see another Brit on here. That was also a cracking write up, made me want to get my changa stash out.

This monkey is still feeling blown away after a week and looking for the not so fast button Well actually working on my calm observer mental state before relaunch. DMT really is very different, and was pretending not to be at lower doses.

Hey buddy, that was a nice travelogue.
Could you break down your recipe please ? Also was it a one hit break through ?
Thanks,

always smoalk the yellow snow


that last bowl was juuuust right


it is when things are done properly

sounds like you had a fine introduction to the rabbit hole, a nice thing to think about is that it can get crazier than that crazyness.

welcome to the Nexus fellow islander

Sounds like you did everything right. The experience is incomprehensible, beautiful, terrifying, other-worldly, transcendental. It's a gift.

If you want a superior device for changa smoking, look into getting a small bubbler of some kind or a miniature glass bong. Cool smoke is ensured, also big hits. Not that you need it necessarily, but they are amazing tools for changa.


And i'll leave you with some lines from one of my favorite treatises from the Nag Hammadi library:

The Eighth Reveals The Ninth

The recipe please?

Thanks for sharing

Thanks for this as well Tatvamasi, very powerful words here