Sure. I'll start with a preface and one of my very first experiences with it: General rule is three strong hits of 25-50mg in rapid succession will let you "break through the veil", or the "crysantheum" as some call it. It's a place/room/wall that you will go to when you're coming up fast. It takes various forms and is always different. Whether or not you "break through" depends not just on the aforementioned dose and method, but also how many trips you've already had in the session, and whether or not the beings/consciouesses/"machine elves" beyond it want you on their side. Sometimes they will reject you and you'll be stuck in reality, albeit incredibly fucking high and with the world around you distorting. For this story, it was my third experiencd: I was sitting on my lower porch facing the woods. Take first big rip. Exhale. my mind immediately lightens and the world turns sharp in focus. Second hit. Hold, exhale. World blurs on the periphery, the leaves on the trees pixelate. The glass bottle I'm using for smoking crystalizes. Third hit, exhald. The world spins into black. I am in a void with two rotating rings, one electric blue, one gold. They allign parallel and slide over me, then squeeze hard. Next it felt like being squeezed and propelled through a sort of hyperspace tube before being ejected into an alternate version of North Miami Beach and the onto the balcony of an apartment I once had there. This alternate reality was vibrantly painted and pulsating with impossible colors. The only inhabitants were these little red imps (approximately 1.5' tall) that were bouncing around from balcony to balcony. One lands in my lap, looks up at me, grins of mischievous smile, pokes me in the face, then jumps off my old 17th floor balcony "wheeeeeeee!". Next I realize it played a trick; a strange taste filled my mouth, like every taste bud fired at once and tasted every possible and impossible thing in existence at the same time. Overall quite acrid. I open my mouth to say "BLEEEGH!", but when I do, my tongue kept flowing out of my mouth like a long technicolor rope that just kept spilling out. A booming voice from the sky laughed and said "Yes, they like their tricks. Your time here is almost up; we'll meet again". I came to shortly after, with the world looking sharper and more clear than ever. A residual high stayed for about ten more minutes. No other trip was similar, but many were as or more intense: it's *always different*. Would share another but I'm browsing with a phone right now.