Citation: old hippy . "The Gates of Hell Opened Into My Brain: An Experience with Spice-Like Smoking Blend (Wicked X) (exp93582)". Erowid.org. Nov 21, 2017. erowid.org/exp/93582
I have been a marijuana smoker for over 34 years and was attracted by the idea of being able to buy a legal alternative to weed. I have this thing about jails and institutions.
The first time I tried any of the “synthetic” weed products I was sorely disappointed in the high. I did get a buzz but not one with any intensity, similar, but not as good as a real weed buzz. Several months after that a buddy of mine told me about a stronger more potent variety that he described as being a lot like weed but far stronger that hit him after two hits. I knew that I just had to try it.
I bought one and one half grams of wicked x turn to stone grape potpourri. The first time I tried it I took it really easy as my buddy had told me it hit like a ton of bricks. I really liked the buzz and thought that maybe I had found the legal solution to my desire to stay buzzed. I used it a few times in that manner, carefully and conservatively. Not having any bad reactions to it I thought it was time to kick things up a notch or two. Big mistake.
I have a very large bubbler water pipe and decided to try using that with the stuff. I was going to get blazed to start my day off and loaded a large bowl of the product in the water pipe. I had to use two large inhales to fill the chamber of the pipe with smoke and fry the bowl. Then I cleared the chamber with four or five very large hits.
The first sensations were similar to weed but far more intense. They were only a foretaste of things to come. I found myself getting extremely paranoid, my heart racing and my thoughts becoming chaotic, disjointed and repetitive. Having tripped on several other drugs in my day I concentrated my attention on a specific point in the room and tried to control my breathing.
Having tripped on several other drugs in my day I concentrated my attention on a specific point in the room and tried to control my breathing.
This worked well for the racing heart beat and slowed the thoughts down for a bit. I thought I had things well in hand and kicked back to enjoy.
The trip, which is what it assuredly was, came in waves. Sweeping over me with dizzying speed each one more intense and more bizarre then the last. My thoughts became very repetitive seeming to play a demonic game of ring around the rosie in my head. I don't remember all of the thoughts but I remember thinking that it was far too intense and never again. The words never again circling my brain and fading in and out. Some of the waves were euphoric to a point that I had never experienced before. So one moment the thoughts were “never again” and the next they were off how much I liked the trip. I was sitting down and felt unable to get up and walk. I wanted to lie down on the floor but thought I would never be able to get back up if I did. When I was finally able to get up I walked to my bedroom and lay down to let the trip finish.
When I came back to this world I was shaking weak and frightened, very frightened, this trip was more intense then LSD mushrooms or peyote ever were for me. The most pleasure I had ever gotten out of any drug but alternating with the most intense paranoia and sheer terror that I had EVER experienced. Slowly I came back to a semi-normal state and decided that I did not wish to ever repeat this experience. Four hours later I found myself sucking on the stem of my water pipe once again. The second trip was very much like the first. In the beginning. This time when I was able to get up and walk again I was again very frightened and went to the bathroom and flushed the remainder of the product. Instead of coming back though, I became violently ill and had to puke repeatedly. The echoing thought thing came back with a vengeance. I also began to have auditory hallucinations, hearing a pervasive machine like hum and odd clicking and buzzing noises. I heard the sound of a crowd of people speaking in languages that I did not recognize nor understand. I remember hearing a really cool sounding guitar riff, a very dirty and distorted sound like black sabbath played through shitty speakers or something. All the while being swept over with waves of alternating terror and paranoia and then pleasure and euphoria that cannot be described, there just are no words that do justice to the level of either side, the terror and fear, or the euphoria.
As I lay there on my bathroom floor wondering if I was going to live through this experience I was already planning on replacing what I had flushed. The euphoria this drug gave me was the kind I would sell my soul for. The terror was the kind that made me think the gates of hell had opened directly into my mind. I have since decided that now just might be a good time to forego mood altering chemicals for a while. I may go back to smoking weed at some point. But I doubt it. I never want to even be reminded of the intensity and insanity of the trip that stuff induced in me. My advice to anyone that is going to smoke it is. Don't! But if you do, take it very easy. One hit and then wait five minutes. It was the sheer intensity of the trip that did me in.
[Reported Dose: "four or five very large hits"]
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