I smoke marijuana a lot. I apologize, on your behalf, if you hold that against me or think me less of a person for doing it.
There's nothing wrong with it. It's not an act that reeks of moral decay. I'll smoke pot till the day I die, it's my choice. So leave off it or toke on it.
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Humans are fickle; life is fickle. We exist alone in our solar system, as far as we know. We could be the completely freak accident of chance happenings that led to carbon-based life-forms that exist on earth today. Every bit of information about us—I'm sure there's more than we could ever learn—is in the form of DNA. A chain of proteins and molecules, a simple winding chain of different compounds are what defines us as a biological being.
SETI estimates that there are more than 60 billion earth-like planets in our galaxy, The Milky Way. There are hundreds of billions of stars in our galaxy. There is so much variety of places where organisms and life could emerge. Every organism on Earth is carbon-based, defined by DNA and proteins; what if life could emerge more easily, in a way we haven't seen or could even imagine? It blows my mind every time I see an animal or plant that is so strangely put together and survives in a peculiar, and often mutualistic, way with it's environment; similarly, it wouldn't surprise me if life somehow arose and developed quicker, more easily, and had a different base or mechanism for storing genetic information.
I don't understand how people can doubt and simply disregard the notion that life exists elsewhere. Statistically, life should be thriving somewhere else. Statistically, we shouldn't be alone. One of my biggest fantasies is imagining first contact or the study of actual extra-terrestrial life-forms. The trillions of different biological possibilities of life, and the hope of being able to come face to face with a being from another planet is a subject of much thought and fascination for me.
I guess what I'm trying to say is:
Would intelligent design have created YOU?
-Puta vida de mierda!
-Expectant mothers drink for free, Tonight!
-Creating a bond with surreality.
-From stardust to Sentience
-Rolling all night.
-Everything is fine, nothing is ruined, Trance in your pants.
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The following is chronological account of the first of two DMT trips that occurred on the same night. This was the first time I had ever taken DMT. DMT is a hallucinogenic substance that occurs naturally in most animals and many plants. In humans, it is released into the brain during REM sleep. Whenever we die, all of the DMT in our brain gets released all at once, this is most likely the reason why near death experiences often have visions (ie. life flashing before one's eyes, seeing a light at the end of a tunnel, etc.) Anyway, here's my trip, more trips to follow:
The three of us, Pete, Mitch and I, were located in my apartment. My apartment is designed in such a way that it creates a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere with black lights, wall tapestries, and all sorts of drawings and pictures on the walls. All in all, it's a very trip-friendly environment.
Pete showed up, brandishing a small glass container and carefully portioned out an approximately sized dose. About 80mg of DMT was loaded into a bowl with a small base of weed. I laid down on my bed to make sure that my first experience didn't require any task that involves a lick of brain function. Kill Hit. There was a mild burn in my throat, but once it hit my lungs a wave of surreal relaxation washed over me—the epicenter of which was my lungs.
I was blasting off; that terminology, it couldn't be any more correct. The high was hitting me at an increasing speed and intensity; imagine an exponential growth curve. The ceiling seemed to vibrate to the point of blurriness. "Wow," I had said before closing my eyes and tumbling down the metaphorical rabbit hole. I heard Pete laughing as my mind withdrew and as my soul expanded.
My world was a constantly transforming soup of geometric and 3-D designs. No single image or thought, at this point, lasted for more than a half-second. My shortened attention span was disorienting to the point that I had momentarily forgotten what was causing the hallucinations several times in the course of a minute. The hallucinations, thus far, had been primarily in black and white. Colours slowly began to seep into the morphing designs.
Each geometric design appeared from the previous one. They melted OUT of the previous design, grew out of it, appeared as a flame, or rippled into existence like ripples on water. The colours and designs became more vivid and intricate at a steady pace until, at a critical point of intricacy and colour intensity, my entire perspective was shattered, in an almost very literal sense.
The geometric designs appeared to shatter like a pane of thin glass. The glass was shattered by a majestic, and very regal-looking harpy eagle as it flew through the 'screen' that the designs were playing on. The harpy eagle burst through the glass and suddenly everything became more...well, "real," would be the best way to describe it. The transition from the designs to the eagle felt like a puck on ice sliding from the second dimension to the third dimension.
The shards of "glass" broke off, and then broke again and again, until within the span of a few seconds, the glass debris had dissipated into stardust behind the eagle as it flew past my perspective. The trip centered on the static existence of the eagle, my attention span wasn't nearly as chaotic, erratic, and overwhelming as it had been minutes ago. My perspective of this "royal" eagle, this veritable King of Birds, was in the 3rd Person. I'm certain that this eagle was a strange manifestation of an out-of-body experience as I could feel the sensation of "my" wings beating. The sensation in my wings was textured in layers with the feeling of the warm wind in my feathers and ears.
My eyes watered (in reality).
The skies we flew through were beautifully sunset-coloured with tinges of turquoise around the edges of the clouds. The aerial environment, still shifting and transforming, started off very motted and distorted with bright hues, comparable to a watercolor painting. In no time at all, the indistinct outlines of the clouds became incredibly sharp and clear; once the scenery became clear, it reminded me much like vectored artwork.
The eagle was a part of me for the majority of the rest of the trip, it was nice. The hallucination of the eagle was a very freeing experience. It made me feel alive and filled me with joy. I was actually happy.
The come-down was pleasantly slow. I got the sensation that I was a feather drifting and twirling towards the ground. It was around this point where I opened my eyes, the celing immediately captivated me. It was still vibrating; I recall thinking to myself, "At least some things never change."
As the come-down became more noticeable, the sensation of beating wings returned while simultaneously, my previously numb body began to tingle at every nerve ending. The tingling was strongest along the length of my spine and more so at the base of my skull—this is something I've always enjoyed and experienced with X.
Soon after I had first opened my eyes, Mitch and Pete began the typical Post-Trip Interrogation. I was still coming down and was having trouble putting sentences together to answer their questions.
I was soon returning to reality but the tingling in my spine and brain lasted up to an hour after the trip had ended. The strange and blissful happiness lasted for only about a half-hour afterwards. The trip, in its entirety, felt like it had lasted around 45 minutes. My buddies both confirmed that I had been gone for a solid 10-15 minutes.
This is my first experience involving bona-fide hallucinations of a potent nature. Prior to this, all other experiences with psychedelics were rather disappointing as far as the intensity of the hallucinations goes. That's not to say that other psychedelics are inferior.
After the trip, I wrote down the highlights of the experience, out of habit. I'm glad I did because the more time that passed after the come-down, the more it felt like I was beginning to forget details and portions of the trip. It was relatable to waking up from sleep and slowly forgetting the dream you were having, the memory of it drifting into an imaginary ether. I was grateful for my obsessive habit of diligent note-taking.
Prior to smoking the bowl, I was expecting hallucinations focused around my fictional universe. I found it interesting that my brain took lousy avenues of thought with circular logic and congested when compared to the sober version of my brain. The path of disjointed thoughts and images was intriguing to say the least.
To say that I was in the driver's seat the whole time, or at all, would be an outright lie. had precisely ZERO control. For one to lucidly trip on DMT, I expect, would require a serious amount of concentration. I really enjoyed not being able to change or influence the effect that the DMT had on me (this doesn't surprise me as it spreads to other parts of my personality), but I can see how many may freak out about losing their control and their hold on perceived reality. If I might've learned anything from this, it'd be that, "Reality is relative."
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