DOSE:

repeated

smoked

Changa

(plant material)

BODY WEIGHT:

147 lb

(Setting: my lounge at a table. I had also had some alcohol earlier. Smoked the changa mixture in a water pipe in 0.25g doses. This was from a single dose of 0.25g, the third one of the evening)

I close my eyes and the DMT nurses come and loom over me, their presence is gorgeous, a warm nurturing blanket. They heal my body load, suppress any panic, they're going to take me on a journey. My eye opens a crack and lets in madness. No! No! The DMT nurses scream but it's too late. There's a trickster in the void.

When I smoke I enter the world, a world I've entered a few different ways, but changa sends me straight there. There are gods everywhere, minor and major, powerful and weak. They are all vying for my attention. You're ruining it, hiss the DMT nurses as they fade away. Some gods tug at me subtly, some in my face. What's that in my mouth? Straw? Why is there straw in my mouth. When I think of it bells go off, a heads up display goes wild. Yes! Yes! The straw in your mouth! Yes! Think about it! When I focus the music stops, the world becomes calm, soothing voices, I'm drawn to the centre, No! Don't look away! There. Ding, no! I feel I'm being tricked, woah. Who's that! Yes me! Here!

When I look and fall into the void of the god's influence, a torrent of experience unfolds and laughter from the god. It's like I fell for a trick, they score points by making you fall through a hole they present. It's a great joke and it leaves me spinning. There's a trickster trying to make me see him, whenever I glimpse him it pings Yes Me! The obvious thing here! I look away, the straw in my mouth is back, another trap. The bottles on the table are all nudging me, pointing, look, there, there, over there? There are fractal infinite arrows everywhere pointing over the other side of the room. That's a powerful god, I can't resist, when I look it's hidden in everything around me, like a virus: Want to learn how to put messages into the world like this? it asks. It's like meta advertising gone mad. Some casino-like things are in my face now, I accidentally accepted something and now they won't leave me alone. I start to panic. Opt out idiot, opt out! It's getting intense, just look down, oh my god amazing! they yell, I'm about to enter the hall-of-fame of someone who couldn't opt out of a casino god-bot. Down! No, to the side, oh my god, are you stupid? I eventually look down and to the side and focus on a small NO right at the bottom and they go away as the gods let out a sigh of relief.

J is talking now and asking me what's happening. I talk, heavily. The straw in my mouth. The gods are aghast at this, they line up and look angry. I go on, the straw, it means something. J says, what, what does it mean? They don't want me to tell you, I say. They're looming, furious. Who don't? He asks. The gods, the meta-nexus cantina, the tricksters, they all fade away.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 107105
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 40
Published: Oct 9, 2015	Views: 3,701
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