Smoking Changa

I rolled up the blend of changas into a decent sized joint with what was undoubtedly an irresponsible dose – I eyeballed maybe 60mg from my blend plus the healthy amount that was left on the tray from my friend’s visit.  I could always set the joint down half way through, but I ended up smoking the whole thing.

I settled down on the sofa in a dark and silent room, sparked it up and puffed away with my eyes closed.

Slowly these dark grey shadow like huge creatures started to appear against the background fuzz of orange and red pixels.  And then this giant shows up – I could only see the bottom of its legs so it must have been tall.  It felt like they were gatekeepers who were trying to act scary and tough so I greet them with some love and keep on puffing.  The giant says follow me, so I move forward, like I’m on rails.

As I smoke more, I travel down a dark corridor that brightens up as more and more colourful geometric patterns appear on the walls.  The way forwards is not straight, but has lots of corners and stairs going upwards.

I had let the joint go out, because I really wasn’t sure how strong it would be, but the situation seemed totally manageable so I spark it up again, still with my eyes closed, somehow managing to avoid setting my hair on fire.  I remember asking myself who was moving me forwards here along these corridors, as I wasn’t in control of the motion. This thought evolved into a very introspective one about the nature of my own consciousness and what makes it up, and I think I became quite dissociated, with my own thoughts becoming separate from my body which was controlling my breathing.  I finish the joint, and readjust my seating position to be more comfortable as I no longer have to worry about missing the ashtray.

I’m still following the giant, and I ask him why he has 2 legs because he’s obviously not a person so why’s he pretending to be one.  He explains that he’s not copying people, what is really happening is that living things are trying to copy him.  The structures that life creates are really just emulations of what exists in higher dimensions, people often think they are at the peak of evolutionary achievement and success, but really they are just a cheap knock off of things that are much grander and sophisticated than they can understand.  I can’t really think of a suitable response to this point of view, and we keep going.

I’m now flying around in what is still a dark place, that has different flat surfaces all throbbing with strange patterns.  I can adjust what I’m seeing by changing the focus in my mind’s eye, a bit like when you really stare at something to capture all the detail.  Doing this makes the patterns I see get stronger and more vivid.  The patterns are mostly green, red and orange lines, against a black background.

Then all of the pieces of geometry that are flying around me start to assemble into a humanoid figure.  Hard to describe in all the detail, but her body was made up of white blocks with black edges, all of which had a small gap between them so the blocks didn’t actually touch.  This figure is really happy to see me, and she says something like “come on boys, we’ve got a real one here”, not really talking to me but more as though she is addressing the space around her. She excitedly asks me to follow her.  So I do – did I have a choice in this?  I can’t control the motion anyway haha.

Now all the visuals start to really intensify.  Every coloured line I see starts to form a fractal spiral, working its way towards me, and the black background is totally gone, I’m just seeing a really intense and overwhelming mass of boiling colours, with an infinite amount of detail to take in.  It’s at this point I realise that I’m tripping really fucking hard.  I’m fully conscious and could probably open my eyes and shake some of it off, but I’m comfortable and know that if I control my breathing properly, this is totally fine.

So I start to breath really slowly, and shallower and shallower.  This helps me relax into the trip, but it does intensify the ordered chaos of intense fractals and spirals that I can see everywhere.  The spirals part for a moment, like a pair of curtains or maybe a vagina, and there’s a female inside and she tells me I’m doing great and to keep on going.

And I do – at this point I am barely breathing, it’s more like every breath is an idea in my head rather than an actual physical action.  The boiling mass of fractals gets more and more complex, if that’s possible.  Now my body starts to tremble all over, I can’t get control of it at all.  This was a bit disconcerting, but I stay calm.

The body tremors keep increasing, and bits of the fractal mass move towards me and grab different parts of my body, and start to tug at them. I’ve got things attaching to my eyes, my feet, all over really.  And then they start probing inside my moth and grab my tongue and lips.  My tongue and lips start spasming – there’s at least 6 points on my lips and maybe 10 on my tongue that all seem to have acquired independent movement.  For the first time in this experience, I start to think that I’m out of my depth because I’m definitely in uncharted territory now, and I think maybe I should just open my eyes.  The female guide reappears and tells me not to worry, I just need to take my hands out of my pockets, and allow free access to myself that way. I’ve got no idea why my hands are in my pockets, it’s not a comfortable position when you’re sitting down and they have been straining against my jeans and tremoring away.

So I take my hands out of my pockets, and immediately I can feel the focus of the probing from the fractals goes to my hands, instead of inside my mouth and it becomes a lot more gentle.  The colours also change, from red orange and yellow to olive green and silver.  The body spasming stops and it feels as though I can now manipulate the mass of fractals via my palms.  It’s actually quite good fun and so I twirl my hands around for a while, watching all the weird patterns I can make.

Then a second female entity appears, and I ask her about what just happened.  She explains that she’s really surprised somebody has made it this far.  The fractal probing is just the universe getting to know me better, nothing to worry about.  This entity is older than the first, I feel maybe she is the aunt of the first one.  The younger one tells the older one that she really likes me. Clearly she’s got good taste!

I have no idea where we are, and it’s explained that we are at the centre of everything.  I start to have a look around, and this vortex opens up into a rotating cylinder made of green hexagons.  I ask what it is, and the reply is that through there is the centre of all the power.  I go to check it out and get the warning that it is incredibly dangerous to go in there and that I really shouldn’t go through.  I can see through the vortex and take a tiny peek.  It’s like the source of all power in the universe in there, and I feel as though going in would rip my mind apart and destroy me, so I quickly withdraw before I get sucked in.  A wise decision I am told, that power is really dangerous.

At this point the female duo say it is time for me to go back, and they say goodbye.  The insanely complicated fractals start to simplify, and as they do it feels I’m back through lower dimensions to where I come from.  At some point I take a pause in a place that seems familiar as a DMT world, and a nymph starts flirting with me telling how great I am and how she would do anything for me.  This feels like a strange and maybe inappropriate offer, and I don’t really know what to suggest.

The visuals continue to fade, and I open my eyes and stand up.  I’m a bit unsteady on my feet at first.  I realise that my body feels absolutely amazing, it’s like I’m having a constant orgasm in every cell.  The trip is over, but every 15 minutes for the next couple of hours, I get these waves of orgasmic feelings wash over me.  Now it’s two days later, I can still summon a weaker version of that feeling.

Throughout the experience, I was fully conscious and could have opened my eyes, but I really like keeping them shut.