I've been sticking to pretty low doses so far. (Tonight's 15mg was pretty typical). Always following the same basic ritual- yoga, sage, binaural beats, then get ready in bed, hit the pipe, and lie down. Ate a pot cookie about an hour before. I'm one of those people who always has a bit of THC in their system, so I wasn't really stoned, but I think it put a spin on the trip. I know a lot of people prefer to keep cannabis separate, but my habit is so entrenched, the detox so disruptive, and my stoned state relatively clean and lucid, so I've decided it's not worth the stress. Anyway..
The trip started out like others. At first, nothing. Then shapes which became a green hexagonal-fractal "room" and a bunch of alien symbols, some in the walls, others glowing on some kind of metallic console. This was my 4th time visiting this place, but the first time I've seen 'entities' there.
I would clearly identify them as the 'Jester' type, complete with hats. They reminded me a bit of the 'Burger King'. There were on average about 5 of them, but it's hard to say because they kept jumping in and out of each other and folding out of the space itself. I felt a lot like a birdwatcher, thinking "Ooh! These are the jesters! I've seen them now! One for the journal!" They didn't communicate in any understandable way, just demonstrated their mastery of the space. It did feel like they were showing off or performing for me.
The weird thing was, there were two trips happening in different places simultaneously. While the whole jester-elf thing was going on in the green hexagonal-fractal room, I also perceived myself to be in a dull, grey-white, 'dingier' section of hyperspace. It was like I was standing on a corner at night, under a streetlamp, buying drugs. I wasn't, of course, but that was the gestalt my mind came up with. There were two entities there. One was right up in my face, and the best I can describe it is to say it seemed to be made up of squiggly lines that *almost* defined some kind of shape or form, but didn't. The other was to my left, out of my field of vision for the most part, but I thought it was the same type of being.
The one that was up in my face seemed to be observing me, or interacting with some facet of me which I couldn't perceive directly. Since it was happening simultaneously, and since the jesters were more colorful and seemed friendlier, it was very tempting to pretend to myself that this secondary, street corner interaction wasn't happening at all. Like it was happening, but part of my mind wanted to edit the whole thing out of the experience. Maybe that was related to a feeling of guilt about being stoned there, I'm not sure.
Also, the colors this trip were less vivid than usual, even in the green room. Yesterday I got hit with a terrible depression, and I smoked and saw no color at all. The whole thing was grey. I chalked this up to it being a very low dose (less than 10mg. I wasn't sure if the spice would help me or bitch slap me, so I tried to be conservative about it) but now I'm not sure. I don't think it's the herb, because that's been pretty constant. I felt much better today, but noticed the colors were still dimmer.
Sorry if this description rambles a bit. I still feel a little scrambled
