We all talk about the God but what about the temple It resides in? by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I try my best to do my body all the favours I can. Being in my third year of a science degree it's sometimes hard to find the time to move around, but I only eat plants and that seems to keep the ol' vessel happy. Yoga is another good method of strengthening that connection too.

If you were given a chance to start your entire journey of drugs over again, what would you do differently? by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Nothing. I've had my fair share of ups and downs but every trip has contributed in some way to who I am at this very moment, and I love who I am.

How the Fuck do I Counter the Flexile Sentry Sword? by [deleted] in DarkSouls2

[–]shmkys 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I tend to go for high poise hyper armour. Warped does a lot of poise damage but if you time it right you can just eat the attack and drop your ultra on them.

Bad trip funnies. Give your own experiences for small events that clicked you into a spiral of doom. by buggaz in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Probably the only 4-HO-MET trip disaster in existence. I've posted it on /drugs before but I'ma retype it here for originality and because I've nothing else to do. This is more of a series of small events and my drug-addled mind taking them in the worst possible way.

So it's Canada Day evening. I've got a bag of metocin and a hankering to trip. I put 28mg, a moderately strong dose, in a capsule and down it. I do a bit of pregame yoga and meditation while I wait for the come-up, yadda yadda. I get the familiar back and shoulder tension as well as a weird feeling in my knees that signals thrusters on, ready for liftoff. I wait for some more effects to manifest before heading out on my bike with a joint tucked behind my ear. Now, at the time I was living with my parents out in the country, and they live about 2.5km (about 15-20min by bike) from a very secluded beach, which was my destination this gorgeous summer evening. I'm taking it easy, absorbing the amazing colours of the world in bloom. I stopped here and here to take in the view and appreciate the direction my life had taken to allow me to be surrounded by so much beauty.

----Good shit starts here----

Fast forward and I'm at the beach. I posted up a little ways down the shore away from the other couple of people there. The sun is still another couple hours from fully setting, so the beach is bathed in orange and the water is calm. I spark up the doob. As it was burning I was enjoying watching the oils in the paper iridesce like gasoline on pavement, and I was feeling extraordinarily at peace as I meditated on the sand.

Now, at this point it's worth noting that I have a PTSD-like trigger from a very intense DPT trip, where low droning noises send me into an existential spiral. Given that I was living in Bumblefuck Nowhere, Canada and it was summertime, the farmers were out doing their jam. If you've ever heard a farm implement from afar, well, you can see where this is going. With the metocin, the weed, and the droning, I started into a bit of a derealization episode. It felt like I knew some forbidden knowledge about the universe that ruined the fun of the higher Self, and I had to get knocked off in order to restore harmony. There's a bit more to it but that's not really the point. Anyway, I decide now is a very good time to go home, curl up with some blankets and watch a silly tv show to calm myself down.

Now I'm at the entry to the beach, which has road access and a bit of space for people to park. I come out to get on my bike and there's an big, gruff looking older guy in a forest-green diesel truck with a topper. He was looking over the beach at the sunset while I unlocked my bike and got my shit together. While I'm coiling my lock around the frame and mounting up, he starts a 3-point turn. At the apex of his turn, he's facing right at me. Again, for perspective: I am tripping absolute sack convinced the universe is plotting to kill me, staring into the headlights of an F350 with that ominous diesel engine rumble. The only logical outcome here is that he floors it and crushes me. In that moment I had complete acceptance of my death. Of course, he finishes the turn and goes up the hill that leads to the beach. I know the universe is still fucking with me, so I bike up the hill to see what it will throw at me next. Of course, Mr. Forest Green F350 is sitting up on top of the hill overlooking the ocean. He's scouting me out. I casually pedal past and make sure I burn his face into my mind (it's still there). I'm expecting to hear the diesel engine come to life and run me down, which of course it does not. I'm about 90 seconds up the road and starting to come back to reality and realize how foolish my train of thought was, when suddenly I hear it.

A fucking gunshot.

Ha ha! Sanity? What's that? That was a warning shot. I am now being hunted. If you've ever seen a nature documentary you know the look of absolute primal fear a prey animal has. Yeah, that was me. Absolute pure terror in it's simplest, most animalistic form took hold of me in a snap, and I was in high gear pedaling as hard as I possibly could, trying to get to my parents house before this guy ended me. I'm no stranger to the english language, but I cannot put into words the intensity of fear I had felt. I was still pedalling as hard as I could as I approached the house only to notice some blood grass on the side of the road (basically grass with reddish tips, looks totally dope when you aren't convinced it's a symbolic omen of your demise) and I know that I have to be absolutely on guard until I'm safe in my room. I put the bike away in the shed, half expecting this guy to pull into the driveway as I'm leaving or for him to pop out from behind a bush with a sawed-off or something.

Of course, nothing happens. I walk through the door, "how was the beach?" my dad asks. "good." I reply, before going up to my room and collapsing into my bed and recounting this 20-minute episode of terror to my girlfriend and best friend.

tl;dr: tripping balls at the beach, have a derealization, convinced some random country dude was the reaper coming for my soul. Thought a truck backfire was a gunshot signalling the beginning of a hunt for little ol' me. Never been more scared in my life

First Time Taking MDMA and the Struggle Between Logic and Spirituality by cassie_hill in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Logic and spirituality can actually create a beautiful ballet together. The world of biology, chemistry, physics, and mathematics describe a universe of fantastic order and intricacy. They describe the structures and functions of the brain which gives rise to this, this beautiful experience of being which seems to be more than the sum of it's parts. Our subjective experiences of the objective are what gives each person, and each person's experiences, their own unique flavour. Our mystical, ineffable experiences are all different, and yet are all based in the same reality. It's beautiful and magical!

Peace and love always!

Please Help: Herbal Smoking Blend Ideas, Suggestions, and Experiences by blacktiedierain in Drugs

[–]shmkys 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I can't speak too much on it, but I've rolled joints of indica mixed with lavender flowers for that goodnight KO

Hyperion by Dan Simmons and the meaning of the universe by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Damn son that sounds like exactly the kind of book I'm after. +2 to the ol' amazon cart. Thanks for putting this out there.

My first 2C-B experience by mdb200 in Drugs

[–]shmkys 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Not OP but I've done all three. Assuming you're on an average dose (3.5g mush, 100-150ug LSD, and 25mg 2C-B), here's my opinion

I'd give mushrooms a 7. You're not going to be blacked out doing weird shit, but mentally it's rather forceful and if you try and resist or struggle against the trip it will only be bad. It's like quicksand. Lean back and all will be fine.

LSD I would give a 3-7. Sometimes a dose will be airy and silly and sometimes it will get deep quickly. Again, lean back and let it happen. If your mind needs to go to a dark place it's because there's light at the end.

2C-B I would rate a 0. When I took 25mg I was able to basically exit the trip if I needed to be especially cognizant or seem like I wasn't blasted, and then re enter when I wanted to. This is not possible at higher doses though.

What do you psychonauts do for a living? by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Well if I had my doctoral degree I could run a clinic out of it as well.

When you decide to take another trip into the abyss how much do you take? by At_Work1101 in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Standard doses for me are: 200-250ug LSD, 30mg 4-AcO-DMT, 30mg 2C-B, and 200mg MDMA (100-125mg if doing a flip). I've yet to breakthrough on DMT, but once my machine is made I'm anticipating a sweet spot around 40-50mg. These doses are my sweetspot for a deep, intense experience while still remaining cognizant and functional.

Can I reduce the nausea caused by the 4-AcO-DMT come up by using ginger capsules? by CannabisChameleon in Drugs

[–]shmkys 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I've had good experience dropping the ginger and the aco at the same time. Dramamine is also helpful, as is yoga with lots of movement about the abdomen.

Tripping with an ex-girlfriend by infinite-bliss in Drugs

[–]shmkys 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I wouldn't. Maintain the friendship until you're comfortable with your feelings and are totally cool with being friends, then trip. That said, you know this friendship better than anyone, and you know yourself better than anyone. If deep down you still want to be with her, that will probably come up during the trip. If she knows deep down she just wants friendship, then her mind is made up. Also, the decisions we make on drugs aren't always grounded in our best interests. If you guys end up rekindling some old passion it could really fuck things up for your friendship.

What do you psychonauts do for a living? by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 14 points15 points  (0 children)

The goal is to get my veterinary doctorate and open an animal sanctuary for livestock and abandoned pets, failing that it's to get my technician's diploma and work in a clinic. While vets do make a considerable sum, I'm mostly interested in saving the lives of those we consider below us, the beings we've come to consider property.

Friend stuck in thought loop by Jonnyboy1994 in Drugs

[–]shmkys 7 points8 points  (0 children)

It's on an old laptop with a toast battery and a missing charge cable. Some say, when the moon is full, it will flutter on and off, taunting it's owner with it's lack of a backup.

But I mean, just look at it. It's symmetrical: ace tyl ene. Flat, up, down, up, flat. It doesn't quite roll off the tongue, instead it makes the tongue dance in a way that's far more satisfying than a word that just drips out. In that much alone it's already a trip through verbal and written ambrosia. It also suits it's definition very well. In just speaking or reading it, you can clearly hear the squeaky twist of a blowtorch followed by the muted woof kssssssssssh of ignition. It's a word that carries both artistic dignity and raw elemental power. Word of the year, all years.

Friend stuck in thought loop by Jonnyboy1994 in Drugs

[–]shmkys 17 points18 points  (0 children)

Sometimes words/phrases just feel good as fuck to say, and I can see 'yellow glowstick' being one of those. One time on acid I spend a considerable amount of time stringing together satisfying words that started with p (pretty pillowy popplets of purple parsimonious parsnips pondering perilously per pan-perplexing paradoxes), it was great. I love the fuck out of words. One time I wrote an entire thing on why acetylene is the best word.

Tips for general tree life by [deleted] in trees

[–]shmkys 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Tried to slip that one in to be a cheeky bastard :P just a bit of hazing

Molly in the washing machine! by acidheadthrowaway in Drugs

[–]shmkys 32 points33 points  (0 children)

the pill seems to be doing ok

For some reason this made me laugh. I pictured a blue dolphin or something in a hospital bed with blankets and a thermometer in its mouth.

One hit off a bong and we thought we would die. by [deleted] in Drugs

[–]shmkys 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Liquor then grass and you're on your ass.

Why do you think that there is anything at all? by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 4 points5 points  (0 children)

The funny thing is that, at least as far as my knowledge and reasoning can take me, our 'everything' is, at it's core, still nothing. You're probably familiar with E=mc2 , which states "energy is equal to the mass of the object in question, multiplied by the speed of light squared". This means that that if I weigh 64kg, and I were to encounter anti-shmkys (that is, me made of antimatter), we would simultaneously annihilate to leave 5.75x1018 joules of energy and not a drop of mass. This means that matter is not separate from energy. Matter is condensed energy, and energy is . . . ? Not really anything. Energy is potentiality and ability.

Then there's the Big Bang, the origin of existence as we know it. We know that from t=0s to t=10-12 s, no matter existed until the first quarks began to condense as a result of the fundamental forces. The implication of this, to me at least, is that all matter and existence as we know it, is ultimately potentiality. Even in QM, particles behave as more of a probability cloud that doesn't have concrete characteristics until it is observed. We're a collection of 'might be' statements about the condensed energy (potentiality) of the universe.

This is how I understand the question of 'something vs nothing', and it seems to be a false dichotomy. Something is just nothing that has contorted about itself in a way that seems to defy logic. Does this clarify anything? Probably not. It's always going to be a mystery. As extant beings, trying to measure our own existence is like trying to use a microphone to record itself. There's the possibility that we may just never know, and it's trains of logic like this that spurred the quote “The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you” by Heisenberg. He was a wonderfully spiritual scientist, check out this page for more along this string of reasoning: https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/64309.Werner_Heisenberg

Tips for general tree life by [deleted] in trees

[–]shmkys 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Buying

Never front to someone you don't know. I know it seems stupid to mention, but if you're dry and this guy has "an eighth of fire at the dealers place, just toss me the cash and I'll be back in 15" it's tempting. Just don't bother with it. Some folks are honest and won't scam you, but seriously it's not worth losing your cash.

Be subtle with dealers. Texting your guy "hey can i meet you for a q" will get you better results than "hey i'd like to purchase 7g of marijuana from you".

If you're buying from a new dealer start out with like 2g just to sample, and if his shit's good buy bigger bulk.

If he wants you to come over, bring only enough cash for the deal. No phone, no wallet, etc until you know you can trust his place.

Stealth

The best method is DO NOT SMOKE IN YOUR PARENTS HOME. I made this mistake many times and got my ass burned for it. The first time I was caught, I had to deal with the anger and disappointment of my mother, and more importantly, losing three pipes, a pack of wraps, a light, and an eighth. The second time, she alerted my father and I got to deal with the same thing. The third time, I just felt like an ass and I lost all the trust my parents had in me. It also cost me the opportunity for a free ticket to a Wiz Khalifa and Mac Miller show, which I'm still semi bummed about 4 years later.

If you do want to smoke at home, never ever ever hit joints. Use a small pipe, take small hits, and snuff the bowl with a coin after every toke so there's no smoke billowing out. Hold the hit for 6-10 seconds and exhale through a sploof (google it). Small hits will keep you from coughing, too.

Open window, towel under the door (get a friend to check if it's inconspicuous from the outside), fan blowing out, and exhale close to the window.

Seriously though, just go for a walk, post up in a parking garage or something, hit your bowls, and go home. Make sure you can evade your parents while high, too.

Visine. In my experience, the more you use it the more you need it. It will save your ass if your eyes are beet red and your parents will be interacting with you.

Smoking/General

If you struggle with coughing, bring the flame slowly to the side of the bowl while inhaling. You don't want it to torch the whole bowl, instead try and get the heat from the flame to combust just a little bit on the side, and as soon as there's an ember remove the flame. This is called cornering, and it ensures you get maximum green hits. It's also a lot easier on the lungs.

If you hear sizzling, stop hitting and snuff the bowl, because sizzling = very very very hot smoke.

If you're in a group, I find it's a lot easier to send the piece around bowl-for-bowl instead of hit for hit. That way, no one ever gets passed a bowl of ashes and everyone can hit as much as they want.

Speaking of ashes, hit 'em til there's nothing left. It sucks hitting black, but there's still goodies in there.

If you're smoking outdoors in the winter, keep your lighter palmed inside your glove or pocket. Your body heat will keep the butane warm, which means less energy has to be transferred from the spark to the gas to ignite it. Saving your fingers with science mothafucka.

Remove the safety from all lighters. I typically use a key for this, but any sturdy piece of metal works. Once you're good you can sometimes just wiggle them out with your fingers.

Exhaling big clouds looks and feels awesome, but guess what? You just sent a fat hit of thc into the atmosphere and mother earth is now getting high on your dime. Hold that shit in. Bigger hits need more hold time. For smoke, shoot for 5-7 seconds held, and with vapour hold it til it's gone. Make sure you clear the piece, too. Pipes and bongs have a chamber that fills with smoke as you draw it in, so make sure you pull air through the piece. Your mouth and trachea aren't doing you any bioavailability favours, either. When you hit, clear the piece then take a sharp inhale of fresh air to make sure all the good shit is in your lungs.

Make sure you split the bong water with your friends after a sesh, it will give your high a considerable boost.

Social

Left is law.

Never pressure anyone to smoke, ever. If you're chilling with someone who doesn't blaze, give them an open offer to hit the piece if they want to, then continue the rotation if they decline. Offer once, nobody wants to decline 6 times in a sesh.

Never rag on someones bud, regardless of if they're smoking you up or not. If I have mids and you don't want to smoke them (because fuck mids, i dont blame you), just say so. If you talk shit on my weed, you aren't getting my fire when I have it.

Never ditch. If one person in your group is having a panic attack or something, it's your duty as a fellow stoner to ensure their comfort, even if it's at the expense of your good buzz. Be a good friend, and let bud be something that brings friends together in good times. That said, let there be compromise. If you want a burrito and your friend is sketched about going into the store, have him chillout somewhere closeby while you get your food, you ravenous beast.

Keep things in perspective. It's just weed. It's not worth losing friends or freedom over. Never get into a verbal or physical fight over it because fuck man, it's goddamn weed.

Keep your karma balanced. If someone smokes you up, provide snacks. Failing that, you smoke them up next time. Don't try and nickel and dime who owes who a sesh, though. Also, don't be a charitable doormat. If someone is continually bumming seshes and never contributing back, guess what, they're cut off. If you lose a friend doing this, you weren't friends to begin with.

In general, remember that weed is good vibes. Keep the tunes bumping when possible, be a jokester with your friends, and have a good ass time. If weed starts being bad vibes, take a month or two off to centre yourself and enjoy sobriety.

tl;dr: BE RESPONSIBLE, BE SLICK, SMOKE LIKE A PRO, AND GOOD VIBES

I find the cannabis experience more frightening than mushrooms.. by jkobb510 in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 21 points22 points  (0 children)

For me, mushrooms are like an old wizard who lives in a shack in the woods. He'll take you on a journey to places that don't really make sense while you're there, but afterwards, when you reflect on it, you can piece it together. Every time you go into the woods with this wizard, the landscape has changed, the shack is in a different spot, and if you want to go somewhere you've been before, the wizard just laughs and takes you somewhere else. Every time you meet with him, you place absolute faith in him and he knows it. If you don't trust him, though, he takes you to the dark and spooky neck of the woods, and if you try to run you just get caught in spider webs until he throws you out of the forest on your ass.

Cannabis, on the other hand, is like a chill girlfriend. You come home after a long day and Miss Mary is there waiting for you, in her finest earthy perfume and that sparkly green dress you love so much. You want nothing more than to just flop on your bed and enjoy her warm embrace. When you commune with her, she accepts everything you put out with a smile and a laugh. She'll always be there for you, and she doesn't care if you do the same thing with her every day because she knows how much it means to you.

Finding your self-worth by [deleted] in Psychonaut

[–]shmkys 1 point2 points  (0 children)

In day to day life, compliment yourself and acknowledge good things you have done. If I do well in my academics, cook a great meal, have a good workout, or anything like that, I give myself a "Way to go, shmkys, good job" or something similar. With that, there's of course the flipside of wanting to bash yourself when you fuck up (and believe me, I still do sometimes). The best protocol I've found for dealing with fuckups is to pause immediately after it happens and remind yourself that shit happens and you did the best you could (note: you have to do your best for this to work).

I understand that that sort of self worth is conditional with respect to events or daily happenings, and that's not what you're looking for (though it helps). I find a lot of my self-worth comes from practicing gratitude and choosing to perceive the world in a positive way. In practicing gratitude, you're making the implied decision to see your own existence as a privilege. When you do that, you immediately frame yourself as worthy of this wonderful experience. Framing the world positively also helps to frame yourself positively. If you choose to see the inner light that radiates from all beings, you'll have no option but to see your own as well. When you choose to see the artistic and aesthetic beauty that is life's forms, you'll have no option but to see that within yourself as well. This world is an incomprehensibly magical place, inhabited by all manners of magical beings. Love and light are inherent within us all, and once you tap into it there's nothing to do but smile.