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Market => Rumor mill => Topic started by: gharyeee on November 05, 2011, 08:02 pm
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I was lucky enough to get a sample of DiMiTriSpice's changa when he began selling, and have been looking forward to it again ever since! Looks like all the shipping problems have been worked out as my package arrived in grade A condition. Will report back after diving in, but I have no doubt I'll enjoy the teachings headed my way. Thanks again DiMiTri!
http://ianxz6zefk72ulzz.onion/index.php/silkroad/user/32181/20
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For what it's worth, I'm still waiting on my order. It's been a couple of months now and I've received no reply to either of the messages I sent to DiMiTriSpice.
I'll update if anything changes.
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He contacted me a little over a week ago and we exchanged a few words, he said he was getting ready to ship out some Changa so I got excited when I gave him the adress to a safehouse. I've been checking frequently and nothing yet... I was hoping to receive something by now but nothing... I really hope it didn't get seized or anything like that... I don't see why it would unless it was packaged poorly or it could be that the adress to that specific safehouse could of gotten red flagged when my order from DQB got seized... :/ time for a new safehouse... I hope I'm wrong, I too got to sample DiMiTri's Changa and have been waiting patiently for more... Let's hope things turn for the best.
Peace.
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Forget the guy, for months no answer on here, no answer on SR, no answer on his own page. Putting up a listing but ignoring everyone, especially people who have payed for the stuff is definitely not the way to go. I don't care about his personal shit that is going on, I'm here to buy and not to hear sob sob stories.
With Walter's Caapi alkaloids you can make it easily yourself and you can also use the herbs you prefer, as well as the preferred dmt:herb ratio.
Here's a simple recipe:
- Dissolve 200mg Banisteriopsis Caapi Alkaloids in a minimal amount of warm IPA*
- Add 1000mg DMT, dissolve also (add more warm IPA if needed)
- Add 1300mg of preferred leaf/herb, making sure there is enough solution to cover all of it (e.g. use a shot glass)
- Leave to evaporate, stirring occasionally. It usually takes a day or two; process can be shortened with a fan and/or warm water bath. If it smells of potent alcohol, it needs to dry a little longer. Once it smells of leaf/herb + alien candy, it’s ready.
* (isopropyl alcohol) use a heat bath, naked flames are a big no no!
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I have an order in for some changa right now and dimitrispice wrote me on SR and said he was having computer issues and wanted me to send him my drop address plain text. I told him I would wait until he gets his computer back in working order. I'm not about to send unencrypted addresses.... this is why I use silk road.
I'm okay to wait but this guy is definitely NOT speedy.
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I got some changa of Dimitri a couple of months ago to Aust it got here OK and the quality was good enough to get a glimpse of a machine elf at its console but DMT is new to me so I was learning how to smoke the stuff. I hope to order again through SR of them.
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Hey Everyone, I'm back for good. Got lost in the jungle for a while. Here's a crazy but true story for you guys. Just happened yesterday.
A Worthy Experiment in Psychedelics
(Revelations from a Scientist)
We have four grades of Dimethyltryptamine (white, light yellow, yellow,
and dark yellow). The purpose of this experiment is to quantify the
type, duration, and quality of experiences from the four variations of
DMT present. DiMiTri has consumed 500 mL of alcohol previous to
participating because no one can do this sane. He will smoke 100 mg of
each variety of DMT with 10-15 minutes between the end of one DMT trip
and the beginning of the next. A DMT machine will be used to administer
the substance. Mood: low lighting, music - Boombox. DiMiTri's feelings
before the experiment: apprehensive yet eager, kind of pissed. Also, he
is lying on the floor with a pillow, naked.
White DMT 8:46 pm
1st hit: "I have tingling all over my body. It's coming." 2nd hit: "I
see the smoke fly....I can't talk anymore. She's coming." He smiles.
"Great music." Eyes closed. He opens them, looks around, smiles all
knowingly. He's talking to himself and appears to be in that other
worldly place. DiMitri tells me what is most profound in his life. "Was
that acid or DMT? What happened? Something happened. Different world
man. Different planet and shit. Meet me at the shadow. That was a big
trip dude. Holy shit, no way. Ok man, I'll do another one. But Jesus
Christ. No fucking way. I can't even see straight. Everything is
fractals. I had dream spectres.
"Where were you?" I ask.
"I don't know, it's hard to say. All my old friends were there."
end time: 8:55
I tell him what he was saying to me and he remembers none of it. "I was
in a different dream world. It was intense and fantastic, but I have no
idea what I was doing there. How can someone explain the unexplainable?
If they could, they could dance upon crystals, which is what was
happening to me. It's like smoking a dream.
Oh my God dude. It's like Gremlins II.
I didn't see the mother. I usually see her world. He smokes a cigarette
and then proceeds to lose the lighter.
Light Yellow DMT 9:05 pm
1st hit, 2nd hit, 3rd hit successively. I take the pipe from DiMiTri.
"It's not supposed to be an umbrella," he says, eyes still closed.
"Mine!" he shouts, speaking of the pipe. 4th hit, 5th hit. I take the
pipe again. His eyes remain closed. "It's time."
"What?" I ask.
He looks up, confused, distant. "Things were spiraling that way. They
were taking me somewhere I didn't want to go so I said stop."
"Where'd you go?"
"It's hard to say because it's all fractals and madness. It's all
basically mathematics. Someone was trying to pull me somewhere. Whatever
thing we say the universe is, is not really the universe. Right is not
right. And then they grab us and take us into perfect mathematics.
That's all I have to say....
We're not human beings, we are a spot negative."
"Are you still trippin?"
"Trippin hard man. But it doesn't matter 'cause we're all tripping.
Human beings are all tripping. (Another cigarette.) I'm still tripping.
Phew, that's heavy man, that's good. Ok, I'm about good. I can see your
face alright. Oh, no I can't hahaha." He disregards the cigarette half
way through.
9:17 Mildly tripping, coming down. "I feel like my legs are buzzing. I
can think straight, but my entire body is humming. It feels great.
Everything aside from my head is completely euphoric.
9:19 "It's gone. No more DMT. I thought I was on other planets. You wrap
yourself around your mind sometimes and you can't really explain where
you're in. It's beautiful. I'm ready to go, next one. I taste it in my
mouth, i see it in my head. Let's go. I still haven't seen the mother yet.
Yellow DMT 9:30 pm
1st hit (big!), 2nd hit, eyes closed, hand swinging melodically. "That's
it, that's it, yes.....yep....yep.....Help me......Help me......Help
me." Eyes still closed. "Yes." His eyes open. he looks around, smiles.
"Yes." Pupils heavily dilated, I can see it even in the dark. "Stop
it....Stop it. I can't stop it, what?" His eyes flash shut and then
shutter open again. Again, he looks around and smiles. "Stop it. I hope
he stops that. All day. I'll make somebody stop that." His eyes are open
but he is somewhere else, speaking to someone other than me. He looks
calm, at peace, happy.
Eyes blink open, fade shut. "Oontsz." He asks sweetly, "What, you might
be a star?" Then he mumbles, followed with laughter. We talk together,
laugh. Ah, how wonderfully mysterious those paradoxes are. "Alright,
let's do another one."
"Are you still tripping?"
"Hell yeah, I'm tripping face. Oh wait - I have no glasses on?! I've
been seeing fine."
9:45 trip over. "I'm sober." He lights a cigarette. "I haven't seen
mother yet. I think that the mother is hiding herself from me because
we're doing an experiment and I think she knows that. I feel this body
high, a rattling, a buzz over my entire body. This amazing buzz, like a
mild hurricane."
10 mg remain unsmoken, intact in the bowl when I remove it to begin the
4th trial.
Dark Yellow DMT 9:55pm
1st hit, 2nd hit. Pause. 3rd, 4th. Eyes closed. "The music is fantastic.
Oh, I see fractals. They're not fractals, they're mathematics. It's
better than you can have, better than you can breathe. It's Indians but
better. I can't explain it because I can't understand the mathematics.
I can see the same thing but when I open my eyes and then close them
it's completely different. It's like they know something, when I close
my eyes. It's a different world, apparently haha. Some weird dimensional
shit. And then you say something and they're alright with it but you got
to be cool.
Oh shit! That's not a cockroach is it?!"
"Oh, fuck. No, it's a cicada - a 4 inch across cicada"
"It's big as shit."
"And right above your head too."
"It's doing an Elton John thing." (Yes, the giant bug is real.)
"It looks like it's getting ready to jump!" It flew across the room.
"Oh man, it's on the wall dude, right there! Quit crawling on the wall!
Do something!" DiMiTri bellowed.
10:14 still trippin
10:16 trip over. "Now give me some more!"
Finale! 10:19 pm 200 mg trip (mixed varieties of DMT) 5th of the hour!
1st hit, 2nd, 3rd, 4th....lighter runs out of fuel, matches found! 5th,
6th, 7th. "That's extreme." His eyes are closed. he lays still. His eyes
open, he looks around. Another bewildered look of unfamiliarity, then
smiles. "I'm done. Shhhh....." Big smiles, more smiles, overtoned with
that soft silence of contentment. "Ok, I'm done. Holy shit dude. Those
cannons. That's it. Big body high, mild visuals" signify his return to
this world. "I can still cut onions."
10:31 pm "I'm done with this shit. Can I have some more? You put me in
outer space didn't you?"
"Yeah, you were there, eyes wide, looking around, saying nothing.
Clearly not in your body anymore."
"None of the varieties were harsh - thanks you DMT machine. I've got
this wawawawawawa feeling throughout my whole body.
10:39 One more time he says. Another 150 mg. Here we go..........
"I didn't see the mother," he says when it is all over. I usually see
mother ayahuasca when I smoke. Green and vibrant, she comes to me."
You don't see her when you drink," I comment.
DiMiTri couldn't get up from a lying position on the floor all night.
This is not unreasonable, considering he smoked 750 mg of DMT in 2
hours. Also, he slept for 11 hours last night - a very unusual
occurrence for this man.
My technical analysis:
All the shades of DMT produced similar effects. The dark yellow DMT
(borderline orange in color) had a stream of oil dripping from the
machine when DiMiTri stopped smoking. So, in conclusion, I believe the
white and two lighter yellow shades of D produced such negligible
differences that their qualities are equal. That said, I will soon be
posting some light yellow to yellow DMT for sale here on silk. (I used
most of my white DMT for my changa so I don't have enough of that
particular grade left for resale. Oops.) Smoke My Shit! As for my 66%
rating, really guys? Well, as I'm sure we all know from school, 66% is
still passing. But seriously, it's been hard for me to keep product in
the states because it sells so quickly and in the past I have run out of
product before it was made known to me. Not to mention the shipping
issues that some of you are aware of. Those are a thing of the past as
well. I might not have been the most expedient vendor, but I'm not in
jail motherfuckers! Who are you going to get your DMT from now? Haha.
Anyways, the bottom line is that I won't run out again and I'm currently
reimbursing all my overdue orders with my newly stocked product. My
rating will return to normal within a week. So wait it out if you like,
but I have drugs and I will sell them to you. It's not a problem. Quit
being assholes and everything will be fine. Thank you my friends. And
thanks for the fish.
Peace and Entropy,
DiMiTri et al