This is turning out to be a great day for me. The spice is treating me very kindly today. i made a decision that i was tired of the fear/ambiguity, so have intentionally been upping the ante on my dose levels . . . payoff: i packed a huge bowl (at least 1/4 gram) of my special blue lotus/heavy MAOI changa into my glass vaporgenie last night, made a couple/few attempts and things didn't go so well . . . no fear, just bad resolution on visuals, no coherent narrative, too weird to remember, that kind of stuff. Kept hear the call loud and clear today, . . . so i continued with the same bowl from last night . . . i took a nice hit and a wimpy follow up (estimated dose 35 mg). Nice start with the body load and that DMT feeling but very poorly resolved close eyed visuals. Eyes opened after 5 minutes and i felt that the only thing to do was to continue my upping dose level and picked the pipe up again and took a truly monsterous hit with a wimpy follow-up (estimated dose 55 mg). This was one of those ones where i barely got the pipe down in time and i was gone. i was instantly greeted by dancing entities that i can only describe as small guys made out of traditional "flame" drawing shapes - like the friendly flame drawing a child learning new things would see. Their center was red and they had jagged white outlines. Very rapidly, these guys shortened/flattened and appeared to turn into well rooted plants with many, many fronds. The color of the plants/fronts was not green, but rather more like one of those fluffy, "pussy willow" kind of plants you might see at the beach, but the height was very short. Soon these "plants" grew legs and were once again dancing to Shpongle. Quickly they became anthropomorphic entities. My memory has a deficit of several minutes at this point. "Black out," or simply no "writing to disk" for awhile. But, i remember being incredibly euphoric and laughing. i remember finding myself in a strange, rectangular room with a giant lying-down/horizontal entity that was white but appeared to be made out of wrought-iron fence material, formed out of a pattern of Celtic knots. Next i was flying on a strange piece of something that looked like splintered wood. It felt like a weird kind of barge and was filled with busy little entities who had very little interest in me. We were flying into a giant wall that opened via a vertical split and revealed a gigantic space that seemed to be a kind of "soul room" or something. i kept getting that "dead/afterlife" vibe on this trip, though i was like 99.9999% certain i was alive and tripping on DMT. Weird. As the "barge" began to approach the "ground" i noticed other "buildings" within this gigantic "soul room." There were myriads of colorful (primary, tryptamine colors) little, busy entities, many of them pushing little carts, wheelbarrrows or prams. The barge came in for a landing, . . . some entities got off and some got on. "Vendors" approached the edges and held up trays of strange "goods" that appeared to be on offer. i didn't get a gift vibe at all - these things were for sale . . . This quickly broke apart into delightful and crazy ass DMT visuals, same open/closed eyed, that kind of stuff, but the 3-D, convincing, immersive trance had lifted. He he, i knew what i had to do, so after a total of 7 minutes, in with another 40 mgs: As is typical for me with multiple breakthrough sessions, i bring back fewer coherent memories each time. So, less here, but here's what i remember: i was immediately greeted by "eagle" entities. Very friendly, not push, dancing to Shpongle. Soon this scene opened up/changed and i found myself in a truly alien place. This must be what a real alien abduction would feel like i thought to myself, ironically. There were no obvious entities or presences but i had a strong sense of being watched. i was in a room that consisted of a back wall with a truly alien texture/pattern/mounting of weird machines that i cannot begin to describe. H.R. Giger would feel that it was a tame, non-threatening, child's version of his dreamscape. The image of this back wall was fractured/split by a diagonal wall or slice that had a wholly different texture or pattern of weird things sticking out of it. i was reminded of an artificial climbing wall, but that does not begin to do justice to the complexity of whatever the things were on the wall. i felt immobilized and observed in this alien space. When the music/song changed, my position shifted left and all of a sudden i was looking at the dark underside of this room. It was gray/black, filled with rough cubical textures and there were weird, little, batlike entities clinging (right side up) there. The whole thing was looking out over a truly bottomless, abyss like, black pit. No fear or feeling of negativity. Just the disinterested scientist/observer, ego intact, tripping on DMT and laughing as the bat entities began to "go fishing" in the bottomless pit. They pull out little poles and cast off the most beautiful and super-long lines you can imagine, all made out of skeletal outlines of geometric solids in tryptamine colors. Hilarious and gorgeous. i knew i had to stop after one more to rest my lungs, eat a snack, drink some water and consolidate these memories so this was going to be the last one for a little while. 6 mins. had passed since the last one. 2 hits, 50 mg. Holy fuck. Pure Shpongle syneasthesia with incredible strings of moving perfect, shiny, polished spheres . . . flowing over surfaces of alien textures that had weird, squirming objects on them. Strangely, not overly colorful, but gorgeous and breathtaking nonetheless. No entities. Lots of bliss/euphoria. The comedown was lengthy with a lot of fun and crazy open and closed visuals and a most pleasant and lasting afterglow. Peace & Love, Spicey Cat, Purrr, Purrr, Purrrr!
PART II: Ate lots of delicious MAOIs (still tripping nicely). First attempt was hilarious - like 5-10 mg left in the gorgeous changa bowl so, i scooped it out and reloaded and watched the clock. After a solid 5 mins had passed, i took a medium sized rip, exhaled after like 20 seconds, took a few air hits and repeated. Memory is completely & utterly fucked. Here's all i have. There were the weirdest, bright orange entities here. They were full man sized but were lying down and rubbing the floor, looking like scrub brushes, but also there was something else, something alien, something familiar that i still cannot name about them. They were not at all interested in me, but were all over the "floor" and each other, self-replicated, fractalling, etc. The only other thing i remember is a counter-clockwise spinning vortex opening up with a hell of a bright light and some weird, ugly details on the wall. Of course, i tried to head for the center, but found myself stuck right at the edge. Too low a dose? Not ready for the light? Who knows? Looked neat. Wish i could remember more. Was in a full 9 minutes. Once eyes opened, waited another 2 then took another big hit. Things looked AWESOME as i put the pipe down and i knew i was in for it as i closed my eyes. i was met with "tribal" African people holding body-sized "shields" that did not appear to have a real defensive function for war, but rather a party/dancing function. Beautiful, colorful decorations adorned the people and their shields. These people danced around and thoroughly checked me out, taking particular attention to show me off to the children, as if i were an interesting zoo exhibit or something. Yet after they were done with this initial exam, something very interesting happened. i found myself in a gigantic room facing these folks. Their shields were gone. Their faces were joyous, with their cheeks looking artificially apple-cheeked in shape due to the gigantic smiles all around. They held their hands out and little strings of different, beautifully colored "alien language & mathematics" started emerging. They were trying to communicate with me via synaesthesia! Nice! Usually i get sign language and telepathy. These strings of alien symbols in beautiful colors began to move and spin, each one from a different entity a different primary color and moving in a different direction or pattern. The entire formation as a whole was extremely synasthetic with the Shpongle playing at the time. These strings soon began to change and spread out into more sheet like formations and to become ever more beautiful and synaesthetic; they were spreading out and rippling as well as spinning. Other, "magical" things were happening to the texture of this synaesthetic communication also that i am unable to "languagize." The entities were changing. They were fading, becoming more grey and ghost like, becoming larger, less real seeming, more phased out, less anthropomorphically shaped. Still joyous, friendly and communicating via these beautiful, colorful, spinning sheets. This was a powerful trip that my cat tried to break by jumping on me from a high distance. Failure kitty. Mama stayed in trance, tho she "awakened" to the fact that she was tripping on DMT and was able to start making a conscious effort right then and there to begin consolidating memories. So this was a blessing in disguise. This was one of the more beautiful DMT experiences i have had in a long time. i am stopping here and taking a couple days off. i will clean the pipe and change out the screens. i have a new batch of changa evaporating right now, he he. But, i want to take some time to really lock the memories of this beautiful experience down and stay open to any ideas about additional meaning or content that may come to me . . . Peace & Love, Spicey Cat Purrr, Purrr, Purrrr
spicey cat, could you explain to me what changa is, ive read its a smoking blend containing MAOI's ie B.caapi mixed with DMT. how exactly do you go about smoking it, do you mix the smoking blend up with the extracted DMT and put it in the pipe ? can you absorb MAOI's through your lungs by smoking it ? I thought that youd need to have consumed the MAOI's a good 20 mins or so before you smoked the DMT Sorry for all the questions lol you just seem like the best person to ask on this
Changa is an enhanced herb blend. The enhancement is freebase DMT and the blend is my own formula. By infusing the DMT onto the herbal mix, it makes the smoking process taste better. It also feels different to me. i have no idea if this is placebo or is the heavy MAOI content along with the blue lotus is truly having a calming and traquilizing effect on me. i will go ahead and post my changa recipe/tek next. Hope people like it! Peace & Love, Spicey Cat Purrrr!
Wow that sounds like a hardcore dmt session right there. I get pretty stirred up after 1 trip to hyperspace in a day. Great imagery as always, so where do you go from here? Do you spend the next few days trying to extract meaning and purpose from todays session? Was it more just for a sensory show or do you try and integrate these ineffable experiences into everyday life?
Depends on the trip content. For me DMT can be playful, frivolous and beautiful and when that is the case little integration is needed, though a break is often called for just to keep me somewhat in line with the consensual reality tunnel . . . Sometimes the content is powerfully metaphorical, symbolic or mystical, . . . rocks my world. These are the ones that make me stop outright - even if it was the first and only session that day/week/month, etc. - put the pipe down for days to weeks of integration, thinking, writing and enjoying the mundane reality of everyday life.
Great trip report!!! Can you try to remember what were you feeling while you had described visuals. Somehow, reading it, it is more like a cartoon, like watching some amazing show on the tv, and I know its not only that. Certanly there was a feeling attached to every single sceen you described, can you maybe remember few and try to put them in words? The reason why I am asking is because I strongly believe that feelings are the key to understanding what you went through and what message you brought back with you. If you are concentrating only on visuals, they distract you from feelings, and feeling from visual is a full package, and they should both be described in to words at the same time. At least thats from my expirience, maybe it is different for everybody.
LOL! Feeling states are even HARDER to describe than visions, which are hard enough to bring back in and of themselves . . .i'm sorry if the descriptions come across as cartoon like. The visuals were anything but. "Cartoon like" would be an upgrade in reality for me, given that i see out of one eye and uncorrected it is 20-450 with a severe astigmatism and signs of macular degeneration. i have seen "cartoon like" visuals in DMT trips twice (and one of these it wasn't even vaped - it was a pharmahuasca trip). DMT visuals are such a TREAT, such an upgrade from the reality that degrades (vision) every year that i remain alive. i have used DMT a lot. LOL! i am (IMHO) a more left-brained DMT consumer than the typical (My most frequent visions are of complex geometry, molecular diagrams and "alien" language & mathematics) . . . but having said that . . . i presume you do not want a detailed description of each emotional/affect state that came with each vision . . . that could get tedious . . . so let me see if i can try to summarize. If you have taken (& it appears you have) a number of good, stiff doses of N,N, DMT then you will know what i am talking about when i say that easily 50% of the time i am the "scientist-observer." You get in there and technically you are higher than a kite, but you feel stone-cold sober! My meditations/intentions upon launch to completely surrender and simply observe (name/judge LATER) are frequently successful. So, there are a couple of ways it can play out: 1.) Complete and total dissolution. This is pure atomization and insanity and involves COMING DOWN INTO EGO-DEATH. There are no feelings here. Feelings are not possible. Very few memories ever make it back intact for me and i am comfortable using the term "black out" for this state. 2.) Ego-Death with Confusion: i am DEAD and i am not sure why . . . but i then spend the time either astonished, ecstatic or simply flat of affect as scientist-observer. 3.) Ego-Death with Memory: i KNOW i vaped 65 (or whatever) mgs of N,N, DMT right before landing "here," and yet i also know there is no way this could be real, no way this could be any sort of a trip (even DMT) therefore . . . something must have gone wrong. This has happened a number of times. If i'm in this state (getting to it is another matter entirely if it is not instantaneous) my affect is rather flat. i do not lament my death or my lost loved ones. i do a lot of looking around and as the infinite minutes pass i come to realize that in fact this IS a DMT trip. Now things become ecstatic, numinous, mystical and echoingly spiritual. 4.) Launch with Knowledge, but it takes a Minute: Out of body but not ego-dead. Most likely to have some panic reaction here. Fucking ego starts to resist/fight for "life." 5.) Instant Launch with Knowledge: This is usually a combination of pure panic/terror and pure ecstatic and breathtakingly (fucking LOL!) mystical. The terror has strictly to do with the body load. It is tough on this somewhat worn-out, middle-aged body to feel that spike in bp and heartrate . . . But, meanwhile the visuals are off the art scale and things have that ultra synaesthetic, more real than real, highly polished, (again) echoingly mystical feeling about them. The breathtakingly profound feeling that this is a vision of a higher meaning, a higher dimension, a higher reality comes hand in hand with the breakthrough visuals. Many, many times i have ended DMT trips with tears in my eyes - sometimes from ecstasy, sometimes from agony and sometimes from a combination that yields a bizarre behavior that is literally both laughing and crying and can last for minutes at a time . . . Hope this helps . . .
