stoneybalogna
Rising Star
So this trip actually took place Saturday night, the 16th, following my first trip in the morning. I almost didn't post this because I felt like I didn't really have much to say about the trip, but I have at least have some questions that could be answered.
To cover everything, I loaded roughly 20mg(all of my doses will be "roughly" until I can pick up a proper .000 scale lol) into my vapor genie, had burned some white sage, meditated shortly beforehand to clear my mind and center myself. Essentially just got myself ready for what I was expecting to be a strong dose, didn't know just how strong it would be. I'd also decided to play some tibetan singing bowls, as my usual binaural beats just weren't really giving me the vibe I was wanting. Last meal was panang curry several hours before my trip. No other drugs were in my system at this time. My room was lit by a single lamp, so nice and moody.
After preparing myself as best I could, I took my first hit. This first hit seemed dense. I could feel that the consistency of the vapor was different from my first trip. I'd also like to say real quick that I won't really be elaborating on the visuals this report, since frankly, this experience was difficult to remember, even after journaling immediately. As I began to take my second hit, I felt the first one begin to take hold, giving my room the appearance of some kind of cave, hidden in shadow. As I inhaled my second hit, this is where my trip went south for just a moment.
I wouldn't describe these as thoughts, more feelings, but I'd felt like I poisoned myself. "I've had enough, I poisoned myself, what is this, what's happening" kind of deal. I felt the panic bubbling up as I came up harder than I can remember coming up, even on previous DMT trips. I fought every instinct to put this pipe down and start running(where was I gonna run?? lmao), and took my third hit. Put the pipe down as gently as possible(still knocked it over lol), and laid back.
Immediately, I was in a complex, rotating tunnel, that I want to say was orange and black? Like I said, I had problems remembering this trip, and the beginning was very much just a general feeling of confusion and being overwhelmed. I laid there for a moment, just trying to come to terms with where I was now. I don't recall having seen visuals like this before, and while I don't remember much, I do know that they were beautiful. Beyond beautiful. And this is what led me to finally give in and smile, just surrender. I knew I couldn't hope to wrap my head around this, and it was still clearly trying to put on a show for me, regardless, so I smiled. This is when I realized that the tunnel I'd been drifting through was alive. Because it smiled back. I can't really describe it, but the visuals seemed to slide upward, curving, into a smile.
At this point, I was lost in the trip. I didn't really remember that I was in my room, nothing, I was just aware and present of this space I was in. The smiling tunnel's energy changed, and I got the feeling that it was like, "You wanna see some crazy shit?". This is where my memory gets really hazy, but I think I was observing some kind of infinitely morphing 3D geometry. It was unreal, and beyond words. I also got this strange feeling that I had agreed to forget this. Like I'd made a deal. Bizarre, and probably not true, but interesting to think about. Whatever that feeling was, I certainly don't remember it now. "Infinitely morphing 3D geometry" does no justice whatsoever.
Around this point, I'd wondered how long I'd been tripping for, which I need to quit doing! I've realized that in my first trip back, I noticed the subtle decrease in intensity, which led me to open my eyes, try for more hits, and fall back into tar land. This time, I distinctly felt like the act of thinking about how long I'd been here for shortened my potential total time that I'd be able to trip for. However this time, I didn't want to try for more hits, I wanted to stay in this space a little longer. So I'd kept my eyes closed. My earlier thought about how long I'd been under seemed to spark something.
I'm not sure if anyone's had this happen, but thinking about time is FUNKY on DMT. Seems completely made up, not important, and strangest of all, at the same time, thinking about time made it seem REAL, physical. Liquid is how I was interpreting time. It was a liquid. And I realized as I was pondering time, that I'd thought this before, in some other DMT trip. Major deja vu.
During this time, I experienced very little negative emotion. I'd worked past my initial panic at the come up, thinking I'd really taken too much, or that this wasn't even DMT(which it definitely is, I'm not sure why the brain fights so hard to convince itself that you've killed yourself). I would like to say though, that I felt like I had problems breathing the whole trip. Like something was sitting on my chest. I felt like like I could only inhale halfway. I opened my eyes to a room still jumping around, like it too, had some restless energy. I wanted to wait before journaling, but again, I had the feeling that I'd agreed to forget this trip, and the more I sat and thought, the more I realized I was losing parts of my experience.
My biggest question is, how do you fight that initial fear? I really feel like I wanted this dose, I prepared myself mentally, cleared my room of clutter, etc. But as soon as I started to come up, I felt like I really had no clue at all of what I was getting myself into, and I remember that being a part of my previous trips several years ago. I'm not sure if it's a fear that stems from the unknown, simply not knowing what will happen this trip, as they can vary so much, or if this fear comes from not trusting myself to handle what I'm shown. Whatever it is, it feels irrational, and it takes away from the experience. I feel like I spend more time trying to level out as I'm coming up than I should.
And my second question is, how can you suspend your disbelief and questions long enough to absorb anything? I get the feeling that any of my attempts to understand my trips are met with little success, and that it takes away from my trip in some way. Not sure how, exactly. But I also feel that simply observing, without any questions, makes it harder to remember anything, to bring something back. For me, at least. Is it more beneficial to be less of a passive observer?
I feel like both of these problems of mine can be solved with just more experience. It's been three years since my first extraction and trips, and I've only tripped twice so far this time around. I'm really thinking that I want to try lower doses, 10-15mg, for a while, just to get used to it. I've seen other people recommending to just jump in, SB doses being more uncomfortable and there's still enough of your shredded ego to fight, but honestly, this stuff spooks me. In the best way possible, but it spooks me. This was a marvelous trip, but I feel like the problems I mentioned are keeping me from really getting into the experience.
To cover everything, I loaded roughly 20mg(all of my doses will be "roughly" until I can pick up a proper .000 scale lol) into my vapor genie, had burned some white sage, meditated shortly beforehand to clear my mind and center myself. Essentially just got myself ready for what I was expecting to be a strong dose, didn't know just how strong it would be. I'd also decided to play some tibetan singing bowls, as my usual binaural beats just weren't really giving me the vibe I was wanting. Last meal was panang curry several hours before my trip. No other drugs were in my system at this time. My room was lit by a single lamp, so nice and moody.
After preparing myself as best I could, I took my first hit. This first hit seemed dense. I could feel that the consistency of the vapor was different from my first trip. I'd also like to say real quick that I won't really be elaborating on the visuals this report, since frankly, this experience was difficult to remember, even after journaling immediately. As I began to take my second hit, I felt the first one begin to take hold, giving my room the appearance of some kind of cave, hidden in shadow. As I inhaled my second hit, this is where my trip went south for just a moment.
I wouldn't describe these as thoughts, more feelings, but I'd felt like I poisoned myself. "I've had enough, I poisoned myself, what is this, what's happening" kind of deal. I felt the panic bubbling up as I came up harder than I can remember coming up, even on previous DMT trips. I fought every instinct to put this pipe down and start running(where was I gonna run?? lmao), and took my third hit. Put the pipe down as gently as possible(still knocked it over lol), and laid back.
Immediately, I was in a complex, rotating tunnel, that I want to say was orange and black? Like I said, I had problems remembering this trip, and the beginning was very much just a general feeling of confusion and being overwhelmed. I laid there for a moment, just trying to come to terms with where I was now. I don't recall having seen visuals like this before, and while I don't remember much, I do know that they were beautiful. Beyond beautiful. And this is what led me to finally give in and smile, just surrender. I knew I couldn't hope to wrap my head around this, and it was still clearly trying to put on a show for me, regardless, so I smiled. This is when I realized that the tunnel I'd been drifting through was alive. Because it smiled back. I can't really describe it, but the visuals seemed to slide upward, curving, into a smile.
At this point, I was lost in the trip. I didn't really remember that I was in my room, nothing, I was just aware and present of this space I was in. The smiling tunnel's energy changed, and I got the feeling that it was like, "You wanna see some crazy shit?". This is where my memory gets really hazy, but I think I was observing some kind of infinitely morphing 3D geometry. It was unreal, and beyond words. I also got this strange feeling that I had agreed to forget this. Like I'd made a deal. Bizarre, and probably not true, but interesting to think about. Whatever that feeling was, I certainly don't remember it now. "Infinitely morphing 3D geometry" does no justice whatsoever.
Around this point, I'd wondered how long I'd been tripping for, which I need to quit doing! I've realized that in my first trip back, I noticed the subtle decrease in intensity, which led me to open my eyes, try for more hits, and fall back into tar land. This time, I distinctly felt like the act of thinking about how long I'd been here for shortened my potential total time that I'd be able to trip for. However this time, I didn't want to try for more hits, I wanted to stay in this space a little longer. So I'd kept my eyes closed. My earlier thought about how long I'd been under seemed to spark something.
I'm not sure if anyone's had this happen, but thinking about time is FUNKY on DMT. Seems completely made up, not important, and strangest of all, at the same time, thinking about time made it seem REAL, physical. Liquid is how I was interpreting time. It was a liquid. And I realized as I was pondering time, that I'd thought this before, in some other DMT trip. Major deja vu.
During this time, I experienced very little negative emotion. I'd worked past my initial panic at the come up, thinking I'd really taken too much, or that this wasn't even DMT(which it definitely is, I'm not sure why the brain fights so hard to convince itself that you've killed yourself). I would like to say though, that I felt like I had problems breathing the whole trip. Like something was sitting on my chest. I felt like like I could only inhale halfway. I opened my eyes to a room still jumping around, like it too, had some restless energy. I wanted to wait before journaling, but again, I had the feeling that I'd agreed to forget this trip, and the more I sat and thought, the more I realized I was losing parts of my experience.
My biggest question is, how do you fight that initial fear? I really feel like I wanted this dose, I prepared myself mentally, cleared my room of clutter, etc. But as soon as I started to come up, I felt like I really had no clue at all of what I was getting myself into, and I remember that being a part of my previous trips several years ago. I'm not sure if it's a fear that stems from the unknown, simply not knowing what will happen this trip, as they can vary so much, or if this fear comes from not trusting myself to handle what I'm shown. Whatever it is, it feels irrational, and it takes away from the experience. I feel like I spend more time trying to level out as I'm coming up than I should.
And my second question is, how can you suspend your disbelief and questions long enough to absorb anything? I get the feeling that any of my attempts to understand my trips are met with little success, and that it takes away from my trip in some way. Not sure how, exactly. But I also feel that simply observing, without any questions, makes it harder to remember anything, to bring something back. For me, at least. Is it more beneficial to be less of a passive observer?
I feel like both of these problems of mine can be solved with just more experience. It's been three years since my first extraction and trips, and I've only tripped twice so far this time around. I'm really thinking that I want to try lower doses, 10-15mg, for a while, just to get used to it. I've seen other people recommending to just jump in, SB doses being more uncomfortable and there's still enough of your shredded ego to fight, but honestly, this stuff spooks me. In the best way possible, but it spooks me. This was a marvelous trip, but I feel like the problems I mentioned are keeping me from really getting into the experience.