O hai guyz! So I had some hashish at home but no pipe, so I decided to take it orally. Searched this great board and found out I could crumble the hashish on a spoon, pour some oil over it and heat it above the flame of my cooking appliance. Mixed it with a bit of gin and drank it.
About an hour or maybe 1,5 after it started to really kick in. At first there was a little buzz, but now it was accelerating quickly into full gear. Is that an expression in English? So anyway, my body started to feel very energetic, and I decided to pay my bed a visit.
O by the way, it was only like .3 grams of hashish and lately when smoking it I noticed my tolerance has grown and the effects aren't by far as intense as they used to be.
So anyway, there I was, and every signal from my body was being amplified like a thousand times. I could hear my heart beat loudly and at some point it started racing as if it was competing in a Formula 1 championship. Or did it? In my mind I remained calm and told myself it just appeared to be racing since my experience of time had been altered by the THC or whatever it is that I had unleashed in this body of mine. I told myself everything was alright and my body would take care of it, knowing fully well that remaining focussed on my heartbeat while being scared it would break down could only make things worse.
A sequel of images appeared in front of my mind's eye with more frames per minute than your average industry standard filming technique uses. I felt my mind was more open than when sober, reminding me of mushroom experiences, but differently. The images depicted were normal everyday-world scenes and were very 3D.
So I felt these receptors in my brain being overstimulated. My mouth and throat started to feel dryer and dryer. Everything must have felt a hundred times worse than it actually was, and I reminded myself of that. It felt like air was no longer a gas, as if it was a thick liquid that I was breathing in. It worked though, so I just kept breathing.
Focussing on my breath was the thing to do anyway. Being an experienced mushroom tripper, I have learned the best thing to do for me to prevent 'going bad' is clearing my mind by focussing on my breath. It worked wonders this time too. That doesn't mean I didn't think I was dying during some parts of this trip, I did. But I was also able to let things be, and if I had to die, if this was my time, then so be it. In between exhaling and inhaling, I'd feel as is if I hadn't been breathing for a while. At the moment I'd start inhaling again, I'd feel as if I had been drifting further and further away from my body. I decided I couldn't die, because my family needs me and I don't want to cause any pain. And every now and then I would move my body a bit, just to be sure I was still alive. Or I would open my eyes to remind myself of day-to-day reality.
And I told myself it was just the drug, and it would wear off in time, although it didn't seem like that right then. But eventually it did, I happily noticed the trip was getting less intense. When I got up to drink some water again, I noticed moving around still made me feel sick, but just lying in bed was okay. Then, at some point, I fell asleep.
It wasn't a very insightful experience to me. No lessons learned, except that taking hashish orally this way works very well and I should try a lower dose next time. And maybe that dying doesn't have to be that bad when you just focus on your breath. Dunno how you'd do that when your breath has stopped though...
So I'm eager to hear any remarks and likewise experiences you guys have. I also wonder if it makes sense tripping on these amounts of cannabis. Seems to me it just wasn't made for that, that one should use low doses and switch to psylocybin mushrooms to reach that next level. What would happen if I'd double the dose (not planning to, but wondering)? Would my body really fail me at some point, or would there be a breakthru launching me in hyperspace?
I'm eagerly awaiting your responses.
Love,
teh lol*fan
About an hour or maybe 1,5 after it started to really kick in. At first there was a little buzz, but now it was accelerating quickly into full gear. Is that an expression in English? So anyway, my body started to feel very energetic, and I decided to pay my bed a visit.
O by the way, it was only like .3 grams of hashish and lately when smoking it I noticed my tolerance has grown and the effects aren't by far as intense as they used to be.
So anyway, there I was, and every signal from my body was being amplified like a thousand times. I could hear my heart beat loudly and at some point it started racing as if it was competing in a Formula 1 championship. Or did it? In my mind I remained calm and told myself it just appeared to be racing since my experience of time had been altered by the THC or whatever it is that I had unleashed in this body of mine. I told myself everything was alright and my body would take care of it, knowing fully well that remaining focussed on my heartbeat while being scared it would break down could only make things worse.
A sequel of images appeared in front of my mind's eye with more frames per minute than your average industry standard filming technique uses. I felt my mind was more open than when sober, reminding me of mushroom experiences, but differently. The images depicted were normal everyday-world scenes and were very 3D.
So I felt these receptors in my brain being overstimulated. My mouth and throat started to feel dryer and dryer. Everything must have felt a hundred times worse than it actually was, and I reminded myself of that. It felt like air was no longer a gas, as if it was a thick liquid that I was breathing in. It worked though, so I just kept breathing.
Focussing on my breath was the thing to do anyway. Being an experienced mushroom tripper, I have learned the best thing to do for me to prevent 'going bad' is clearing my mind by focussing on my breath. It worked wonders this time too. That doesn't mean I didn't think I was dying during some parts of this trip, I did. But I was also able to let things be, and if I had to die, if this was my time, then so be it. In between exhaling and inhaling, I'd feel as is if I hadn't been breathing for a while. At the moment I'd start inhaling again, I'd feel as if I had been drifting further and further away from my body. I decided I couldn't die, because my family needs me and I don't want to cause any pain. And every now and then I would move my body a bit, just to be sure I was still alive. Or I would open my eyes to remind myself of day-to-day reality.
And I told myself it was just the drug, and it would wear off in time, although it didn't seem like that right then. But eventually it did, I happily noticed the trip was getting less intense. When I got up to drink some water again, I noticed moving around still made me feel sick, but just lying in bed was okay. Then, at some point, I fell asleep.
It wasn't a very insightful experience to me. No lessons learned, except that taking hashish orally this way works very well and I should try a lower dose next time. And maybe that dying doesn't have to be that bad when you just focus on your breath. Dunno how you'd do that when your breath has stopped though...
So I'm eager to hear any remarks and likewise experiences you guys have. I also wonder if it makes sense tripping on these amounts of cannabis. Seems to me it just wasn't made for that, that one should use low doses and switch to psylocybin mushrooms to reach that next level. What would happen if I'd double the dose (not planning to, but wondering)? Would my body really fail me at some point, or would there be a breakthru launching me in hyperspace?
I'm eagerly awaiting your responses.
Love,
teh lol*fan