So, SWIM had finally managed to create some DMT from a MHRB through a STB tek and ended up with crystals of near white color. Having been waiting for months and months for this opportunity to finally arise he and his best friend decided to give it a go around.
We didn't really have the means to smoke it in a pure form without burning or wasting it so what we did was sprinkle a light layer of weed a top about 50mgs of DMT in a piece. SWIM let his friend go first, prepared to pull the lighter and piece from him should he drop it. Drop he did, for he seemed to have a glorious first encounter with the material. He told SWIM of a glorious cathedral made entirely of deep red glass roses and of a door of light at the very top of it all that he was fastly approaching. However, he thinks that he might not have had quite enough because right before he was about to breakthrough in this experience he flew straight back into his body, but his body was tingling with energy and he looked very obviously happy.
Not wanting to waste any time SWIM measured out the same amount and took a hit himself. The experience...to say the least was very intense as instantly his body became swept up in this intense experience. He saw an endless sea of patterns and beautiful fractals. However as things started to progress further these fractals disappeared behind what SWIM could only describe as a nuclear bomb made of pure lightning and at this point SWIM felt as through his nerves were starting to fry as the images and visuals started to become nonsensical and chaotic verging on disturbing before SWIM came out of it.
Our experiences were very different...but nonetheless SWIM wasn't really deterred from wanting to trying it more fully again at some point in the future. However, that future came the next day, and without doubt had been one of the most grueling experiences SWIM has ever had.
SWIM had just gotten off work at about 2 in the afternoon and realized he didn't have work again until 6 that evening. Realizing that he had so much time he figured it seemed reasonable to believe that he could fully recover long before he had to head back out. He doses himself slightly higher than the time before 65mgs and used weed again to cover it. Before he took the hit he focused very hard on where he wanted to go and possibly what he wanted to achieve (SWIM realizes that it was pretty incredibly stupid to do something like this by himself when SWIM was so inexperienced). He took a long deep hit, the caustic feeling fumes almost overwhelming his lungs and let it all out at once. The world within his room instantly began to melt and looked as though rather that everything had been painted using pastels. This was only the beginning though as SWIM felt like he was about to be projected into hyperspace, but at the very last second everything reversed...he felt as though something from hyperspace or perhaps all of hyperspace had been catapulted into himself instead. Only, this was a giant mass of deeply festering chaotic energies or hate, death, animosity, malice, or essentially every single negative feeling you could imagine times 100! And it was all attacking SWIM from the insides. SWIM felt as though he was brings ripped apart and then at the same time felt like his entire existence was being blended with this demonic experience. All the while SWIM was still in his room or at least...around his room. At the end of the 40 MINUTES of this experience SWIM felt as though he had been raped spiritually and SWIM's heart still weighs down heavily.
SWIM is not sure what lead this all to happening. SWIM felt NOTHING spiritual or "more" than having a substance very brutally fuck him up. In a way, SWIM could best describe his experience as the heading of this post, a horrible and complete opposite to anything SWIM could imagine DMT to be. SWIM felt as though he had opened the door to something immensely dark and destructive and whatever it was took full advantage of the moment. SWIM understood after this experience why anyone with a history of mental illness would be utterly screwed if they experienced this for SWIM's mind was at the very brink of snapping and could very literally feel his mind and presence be consumed with this dark festering chaos. Is this possibly because of the weed layered on top? Somehow producing a bad batch? Or is this just how SWIM's body and soul handles this substance?
We didn't really have the means to smoke it in a pure form without burning or wasting it so what we did was sprinkle a light layer of weed a top about 50mgs of DMT in a piece. SWIM let his friend go first, prepared to pull the lighter and piece from him should he drop it. Drop he did, for he seemed to have a glorious first encounter with the material. He told SWIM of a glorious cathedral made entirely of deep red glass roses and of a door of light at the very top of it all that he was fastly approaching. However, he thinks that he might not have had quite enough because right before he was about to breakthrough in this experience he flew straight back into his body, but his body was tingling with energy and he looked very obviously happy.
Not wanting to waste any time SWIM measured out the same amount and took a hit himself. The experience...to say the least was very intense as instantly his body became swept up in this intense experience. He saw an endless sea of patterns and beautiful fractals. However as things started to progress further these fractals disappeared behind what SWIM could only describe as a nuclear bomb made of pure lightning and at this point SWIM felt as through his nerves were starting to fry as the images and visuals started to become nonsensical and chaotic verging on disturbing before SWIM came out of it.
Our experiences were very different...but nonetheless SWIM wasn't really deterred from wanting to trying it more fully again at some point in the future. However, that future came the next day, and without doubt had been one of the most grueling experiences SWIM has ever had.
SWIM had just gotten off work at about 2 in the afternoon and realized he didn't have work again until 6 that evening. Realizing that he had so much time he figured it seemed reasonable to believe that he could fully recover long before he had to head back out. He doses himself slightly higher than the time before 65mgs and used weed again to cover it. Before he took the hit he focused very hard on where he wanted to go and possibly what he wanted to achieve (SWIM realizes that it was pretty incredibly stupid to do something like this by himself when SWIM was so inexperienced). He took a long deep hit, the caustic feeling fumes almost overwhelming his lungs and let it all out at once. The world within his room instantly began to melt and looked as though rather that everything had been painted using pastels. This was only the beginning though as SWIM felt like he was about to be projected into hyperspace, but at the very last second everything reversed...he felt as though something from hyperspace or perhaps all of hyperspace had been catapulted into himself instead. Only, this was a giant mass of deeply festering chaotic energies or hate, death, animosity, malice, or essentially every single negative feeling you could imagine times 100! And it was all attacking SWIM from the insides. SWIM felt as though he was brings ripped apart and then at the same time felt like his entire existence was being blended with this demonic experience. All the while SWIM was still in his room or at least...around his room. At the end of the 40 MINUTES of this experience SWIM felt as though he had been raped spiritually and SWIM's heart still weighs down heavily.
SWIM is not sure what lead this all to happening. SWIM felt NOTHING spiritual or "more" than having a substance very brutally fuck him up. In a way, SWIM could best describe his experience as the heading of this post, a horrible and complete opposite to anything SWIM could imagine DMT to be. SWIM felt as though he had opened the door to something immensely dark and destructive and whatever it was took full advantage of the moment. SWIM understood after this experience why anyone with a history of mental illness would be utterly screwed if they experienced this for SWIM's mind was at the very brink of snapping and could very literally feel his mind and presence be consumed with this dark festering chaos. Is this possibly because of the weed layered on top? Somehow producing a bad batch? Or is this just how SWIM's body and soul handles this substance?
), I would continue much lower... perhaps at 20 mg... and then I would work my way up slowly (25, 30...)... if necessary.
