First complete immersive changa experience

Pre trip prep: Tried to detox for three days prior but failed had some beers the day before I think.

Date: 2017, September

Time: Afternoon

Previous experience: I have undergone Ayahuascha, smoalked changa before but was mild, mushrooms, san pedro, mary jane obviously and a whole host of other stimulants and hard drugs see welcome essay: First do harmalas

Location: Sitter's house. My good friend and I and the sitter. After trying an unsuccessful San Pedro concoction, we decided we needed to get some psychedelic experience from all this. The sitter suggested we smoke changa from his water pipe.

Dosages: Changa 1:1 dmt and herbs ratio. Bowl of water pipe was full. Not sure if I managed to smoalk all of it. Don't think I needed to.

The trip: So he loads up the bong and gives it to my friend. He suggests three inhalations. My friend an old time tripper friend of mine, we did lots of acid and mdma and weed together. This was not his or my first time at changa but never this deep. He smokes and exhales and smokes again. Immediately his face lights up and he goes wow and he looks across to me and smiles. I smile back at him give him a namaste and wonder why is he so interested in the outer world. While he is still enjoying his experience. The sitter comes up to me and proceeds to load the pipe. This is all happening so suddenly but I have no idea how sudden its gonna get. I take a huge rip from the bong and then exhale, I feel the effects starting on, I exhale and then proceed to take another big pull. Suddenly the sounds start to frequency higher and crystals crash and a kind of ip-ip-ip noise and the pipe turns into a multicoloured line and reality disintegrates, I cant see my nose, the sitter has turned into a multihued Ganesha. I hear laughter but it not these two guys, I carry on inhaling and then something has stuck in my throat, I begin to cough, but the cough morphs into the most horrible sound I have ever made in my life. A kind of tortured vocal, halfway between a sneeze and a heave, I goo, "INGGGGG, INGGGG, INGGG". The sitter says "I'm gonna take this pipe away and put it here" I don't know why he is talking, I feel like I am dying, and I panic. i don't remember exhaling

I begin to black out, I heard a pop and believe I have broken through, yes... but oh no... my long time buddy has decided that something major is happening to me and he starts panicking. Repeatedly calling my name, he then does the unthinkable and starts shaking me to wake me up. The sitter despite his experience in conducting these ceremonies in this has allowed him to do this. I feel violated. My friends panic has segued into mine. And i feel as if I am dying. My body is dissolving and this guy is getting hysterical. So it must be true I must be dying. I manage to open my eyes. And see the look of concern on his face. Flies are buzzing and I believe I have done it. I have taken too much I have killed myself. No I scream, I need to live, I have got so much to live for. Yeah like what? I don't remember.... I cant remember who I am... But wait we got into the car this morning, we drove here, this is what happened, I know this, but I cant feel it. Reality has shattered. It feels as if my body has been cut in half and the fluids are pouring out. What a way to die. I open my eyes and see that I am standing and see the sitter holding me, I finally recognise where I am and this earth, and I hug him, I hug him the hardest I have ever hugged anyone, God, I hug him because I am alive and there is this reality that I have returned too. Good lord. I return to the black. I see stars and something is talking to me " Everyday is a gift, everyday is different, every day is new"

Unfortunately my friend is also trying to impose himself into my space, talking and giving me water, and asking if I am ok, getting me to stand up... really destroying this kind of communication I am trying to have. Eventually the sitter tells me to lie down and throws a blanket over me. The journey gets all interweaving, the floor has become green and pink. The space is slowly re orientating itself into me. Oh the beauty, of this space, the come up is so intense but the afterglow oh the beauty of the reentering. I feel brand new. More so than my ayahuascha sessions I feel I have really entered a land this time. The mushrooms are the only other substance that have taken me there, but not such an intense comeup- sweet Jesus- there was no time to even breathe.

I have had an intense body high after this for the next two days. I believe I have actually died. I keep on getting flashbacks and this journey will stay in my mind for the next three months and more as one intense experience. If only my friend did not interrupt it so much I might have gotten further. I also feel violated and scared. Since that trip I am much more reluctant to do changa/dmt, only if my setting and set is perfect and to tell you the truth it rarely is. I have smoalked again and had some good experiences, but nothing coming close to breaking through like this first "real" time. Is some residual emotion from this trip blocking me from completely trusting the experience? I don't know all I know is; threes a crowd, and alone I am very hesitant to take it? I'm just like Terrence now after that experience, I never like to take my sacraments with company. So whats the best way to smoalk? Help me nexus, I need to smoalk this pipe again soon. Its so worth it once the trip has been completed but that first inhalation... Good lord, if you like being ripped out of reality and forgetting your name and who you are and the world then I guess this it is just the thing for you, if not...

"I saw my death with my own eyes-
Superbly glorious it was:
The whole universe shook with joy...
Death and birth no more,
And I am free from the pettiness of "me" and "mine".
God has set me in his place to live,
And in his world I am setting forth"
-Minstrels of God

This sounds very difficult, so disruptive, that's a pity that it happened this way.


I can relate... In a weird sort of way, I sometimes feel like I am 'imprinting' on a person who is there for me when I'm returning.


Indeed.
You have a powerful tale to share.
I do much exploration by myself, I see nothing wrong with it. I also explore with very tight friends. It is merely a matter of circumstance, not preference.
When going deep again, with your friend, maybe discuss it quite a bit more, ahead of time. Explain to him how you would prefer he reacts to your 'situation', make him aware that you know you will be ok and that you wish to explore with minimal interruption.

So, my short answer would be "Yes. Be with your pipe. Smoke more. With your pals. By yourself. No matter".
And don't forget, many (all?) of us have trepidation, nerves, anxiety as we put pipe to our lips, and pick up the lighter...

I hope this helps.

And thank you for the write-up, you express yourself very well, and you have my up-vote.

Thank you Sunnyside for your empathy and for sharing. Your words have definitely helped. I love how you suggest to be with my pipe alone or in company you are so right. I am always amazed at the wisdom in this forum. The fact that I am not alone in the trepidation before as you so aptly stated put lips to pipe and pick up the lighter... does immensely help. Thank you for your wise words. I will let you know how it goes.

We've only gone for it without a sitter twice.
But we always try to go one at a time so there is always someone there in control.

One time I went first, had a pretty strong experience, I returned but not fully.
My impatient friend then began as soon as he saw life in my eyes, I remember being slightly worried that I would not be fit to help him if he got in trouble, my thinking was still jumbled, I wasn't totally grounded.
He took one blast and lay back to enjoy it.
I don't know why but an urge came over me to finish his dose, I knew there'd be a couple pulls left in it.
So I sat back and took a couple hits from it, just before I drifted off my last recollection was seeing my friends eyes open to look at me with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

I was filled with fairly negative emotions going in. Fear that I might have dropped the pipe and started a fire and neither of us were fit to do anything about it. Guilt at stealing his second pull and embarrasment at being caught doing so
It lead to a slightly nervy and anxious experience, then I came round to my mate sitting shaking his head and laughing. How was I to know he was going to come round and try to have a second smoke.

Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent, my point is, we always go one at a time.

Most of the time I smoke, I will smoke alone. As long as you are very careful with your method and have the setting well planned, you don't have to worry about burning the place down (which I've thought a fair bit about). One of the things that I find incredibly important regarding setting is that you have the least amount of things to be concerned about. The more peace of mind you are, the more relaxed you are.

Dear JB and lsh, thank you both for such helpful sharing and advice. I totally agree with you about the more peace of mind one has the more relaxed one is. I also believe in detoxing a little and creating a little ritual
Jambo and Sunnyside Im gonna try it again this Wednesday with the same friend. And I will heed both of your advice. One from Sunnyside to discuss the rules of engagement beforehand and Jambo's good idea to go one at a time.
This is great I am looking very forward to it. It has been long. I have taken a few solo trips before then but not breakthrough doses but enough to get the ringing sound and CEVs. I look forward to this weeks session. I also have some syrian rue which I hope will ease the comeup a bit more and prolong the experience so I can try to make sense of it before being blasted into eternity.
Wow.. amazing the things we do... thank you all for such wonderful advice. I will keep you posted.