Moose Man
Rising Star
Hey guys. I have been reading site site for a while and love it, so I decided to join after I finally had my first experience. I wrote this up a week or so afterwards and have had 2 voyages since then, which I can post reports for later.
Nothing more gorgeous
The idea to try DMT sparked my interest years ago and only recently was I given a chance to come in contact with it. For months prior I read stories and did research, talked to other people who have tried it and longed for the day when I would get my chance. There was something inside me that just knew it was going to happen eventually, so I patiently waited. The day finally came and I quickly learned there was no possibility of truly preparing myself for something like this.
Using a standard "spoon" style pipe with a pinch of MJ as a base, I began to carefully smoke. While still holding my first and only hit, the large tree in the center of my view began transforming before my eyes. Each branch became beautiful fractals and the tree began to breath. With every breath the tree took it would shrink and then expanded out, and each time the fractals became more complex. A thought crossed my mind - "Holy shit, this is coming on fast and strong, maybe I should exhale even though I could go longer?", so I did. The tree was no longer as you would normally think of, it was mostly triangular shaped fractals upon fractals to infinity. With eyes closed I was surrounded in orange. Orange and red lines everywhere, but at the same time there was something more. Something happened, something amazing - I just cant remember.
Coming back to reality I started to felt wet, like I had pee'd myself but fortunately that wasn't the case. At one point I think I forgot I was on something, or that I was me or that anything existed. Time was... indeterminable. It felt like it had been only a few seconds or maybe a year, I had no clue. After opening my eyes I heard my guides whisper to themselves about if I was back or had left at all. I felt like I wanted to tell them I was fine and actually really enjoying myself but I couldn't get any words out.
Closing my eyes would put me back in the orange place with a female like fractal being floating towards me but not communicating (again its hard to remember, much like a dream). Opening my eyes again revealed the grass, the most amazing, beautiful, brilliant, astonishing grass! Each blade was elongated and the most entrancing way. It was like each blade was made of diamonds and four feet long. Looking around I knew where I was but at the same time it felt like I was on an alien planet, looking at alien grass. There is no way to describe the beauty in words and only some of the best artwork out there actually comes close. After things started looking as they normally do I was beside myself. For a moment I thought I was going to cry because I have never witnessed anything so beautiful. Nothing comes close.
That day I realized that humans are like walking encyclopedia's and everyone has their own custom set of definitions. We go about our day reacting internally to everything we come in contact with. If you taste, smell, feel, see or hear something that is new to you, you have to create a new definition in your book for how it makes you feel. My definition of beauty had been wiped clean and rewritten.
Nothing more gorgeous
The idea to try DMT sparked my interest years ago and only recently was I given a chance to come in contact with it. For months prior I read stories and did research, talked to other people who have tried it and longed for the day when I would get my chance. There was something inside me that just knew it was going to happen eventually, so I patiently waited. The day finally came and I quickly learned there was no possibility of truly preparing myself for something like this.
Using a standard "spoon" style pipe with a pinch of MJ as a base, I began to carefully smoke. While still holding my first and only hit, the large tree in the center of my view began transforming before my eyes. Each branch became beautiful fractals and the tree began to breath. With every breath the tree took it would shrink and then expanded out, and each time the fractals became more complex. A thought crossed my mind - "Holy shit, this is coming on fast and strong, maybe I should exhale even though I could go longer?", so I did. The tree was no longer as you would normally think of, it was mostly triangular shaped fractals upon fractals to infinity. With eyes closed I was surrounded in orange. Orange and red lines everywhere, but at the same time there was something more. Something happened, something amazing - I just cant remember.
Coming back to reality I started to felt wet, like I had pee'd myself but fortunately that wasn't the case. At one point I think I forgot I was on something, or that I was me or that anything existed. Time was... indeterminable. It felt like it had been only a few seconds or maybe a year, I had no clue. After opening my eyes I heard my guides whisper to themselves about if I was back or had left at all. I felt like I wanted to tell them I was fine and actually really enjoying myself but I couldn't get any words out.
Closing my eyes would put me back in the orange place with a female like fractal being floating towards me but not communicating (again its hard to remember, much like a dream). Opening my eyes again revealed the grass, the most amazing, beautiful, brilliant, astonishing grass! Each blade was elongated and the most entrancing way. It was like each blade was made of diamonds and four feet long. Looking around I knew where I was but at the same time it felt like I was on an alien planet, looking at alien grass. There is no way to describe the beauty in words and only some of the best artwork out there actually comes close. After things started looking as they normally do I was beside myself. For a moment I thought I was going to cry because I have never witnessed anything so beautiful. Nothing comes close.
That day I realized that humans are like walking encyclopedia's and everyone has their own custom set of definitions. We go about our day reacting internally to everything we come in contact with. If you taste, smell, feel, see or hear something that is new to you, you have to create a new definition in your book for how it makes you feel. My definition of beauty had been wiped clean and rewritten.