Sitting in the chair, looking at the room, 2 windows with shutters, bottoms closed, tops open to the trees and the big flowering crepe myrtle and the clear blue sky; two windows covered with Lao silk hangings from Luang Prabang, mostly in rich gold and red-brown colors. Thangkas, Cambodian silk, Buddha images, betel gear, books, computer. A good 1st toke and there are patterns on his ancient hands as he takes a great 2nd toke. Realizes can’t tell the difference between arm and rug. Sets the pipe down. Unearthly, unimaginable colors and patterns. Remember to breathe. Can’t tell difference between self and rug room anything it’s all so beautiful (well, “beautiful” doesn’t quite capture it!!!!) and then … a gradual awareness of still breathing, Around the World in a Tea Daze playing and it’s a little intrusive, though how could that be? Opening eyes and the room is beautiful, but of this earth. Softly, mmmmmm.
I think the first time i smoked dmt, i went SO far, but i remember almost NOTHING... there is beauty in a dmt trip that i've never seen anywhere else.
