Dr Psychonaut
Rising Star
10 years ago I experimented with vaporised DMT over 35 sessions that I documented thoroughly. The "experiment" ended after a harrowing experience that scared me off the substance for many years.
Given there were a number of warning signs leading up to the traumatic encounter that I ignored, I thought I would outline my experiences here as a word of caution.
When you enter into a world to which we have little to no understanding of, you must fully accept that if things were to "go wrong", no one on this earth has the skillset or understanding to solve the problem. This was the realisation of Dr Rick Strassman in his research on the compound, and it was this sudden realisation on my final encounter, that led me to take time away from the compound.
This was the course of events that led up to the most traumatic event of my life:
⦁ The first dozen or so trips were remarkably beautiful, exciting, and nothing short of mindblowing. The predominant colour scheme of these trips was pink.
⦁ I then had two true "breakthroughs" that were both harrowing and revelatory. All I could recall was having been given the total knowledge of the universe, only to come back to a physical body and brain that was not compatible with such knowledge
⦁ My trips then began to get darker as malevolent entities came on the scene. Some had snakes for arms, some vomited black tar, another looked like some kind of swamp monster. They all had this way of trying to mesmerize and pull me in. The predominant colour scheme of these trips was a deep red.
⦁ Perhaps a mistake of mine was choosing to associate with these entities. I remember being friendly with them and thinking "these guys ain't so bad". They seemed friendly enough. At times I was aware of large wise beings watching over me with apparent concern, but I disregarded the concern.
⦁ Most of my trips then followed the same format of a recurring theme. It began with me nurturing something beautiful, only for it to turn into something putrid, disgusting, and feeling that I needed to get rid of this thing. It was like evidence I had to hide - I didn't want anyone to know I had it. I would then get stuck in this loop where I'd go to throw this horrible "thing" away, but then wonder if I might need it later. My mind would go back and forth in an eternal to-and-fro of insanity. I would usually feel a choking sensation towards the end of the trip, and feel like I needed to cough up a swarm of locusts (strange I know, but that’s the best description I have).
⦁ My final harrowing experience then occurred. Immediately upon inhalation my soul was snatched by a malevolent being with inconceivable force. I was beaten and tortured for what felt like an eternity, with a strong feeling that the more I suffered the greater the satisfaction of this almighty abuser was. The same choking sensation persisted throughout, and it felt as if this being was physically strangling me/putting something down my throat and making me choke. This sensation persisted for several hours following the trip.
I have two working theories for the experience:
1. Vulnerability theory: My openness to, and interactions with malevolent entities in prior trips left me psychically "open to attack". Some of those prior trips involved the concurrent use of alcohol or benzodiazepines, which may have lowered my inhibitions to avoid such entities.
2. Wrathful deity theory: I was being given numerous warning signs that my explorations were resembling an addictive and unhealthy relationship with the substance. This also mirrored my issues with addiction at the time. Because I refused to listen and continued using/abusing the substance, I was "taught a lesson" by a wrathful deity - Buddhist concept of enlightened beings who take on wrathful forms to help lead sentient beings to enlightenment.
I would love to hear any other theories, or similar experiences. I have since used DMT again in combination with ketamine and had some remarkably beuatiful, oceanic experiences, so haven't forever sworn off it. But I have a rightful respect for the power of the compound, and will never again abuse it as I did.
Given there were a number of warning signs leading up to the traumatic encounter that I ignored, I thought I would outline my experiences here as a word of caution.
When you enter into a world to which we have little to no understanding of, you must fully accept that if things were to "go wrong", no one on this earth has the skillset or understanding to solve the problem. This was the realisation of Dr Rick Strassman in his research on the compound, and it was this sudden realisation on my final encounter, that led me to take time away from the compound.
This was the course of events that led up to the most traumatic event of my life:
⦁ The first dozen or so trips were remarkably beautiful, exciting, and nothing short of mindblowing. The predominant colour scheme of these trips was pink.
⦁ I then had two true "breakthroughs" that were both harrowing and revelatory. All I could recall was having been given the total knowledge of the universe, only to come back to a physical body and brain that was not compatible with such knowledge
⦁ My trips then began to get darker as malevolent entities came on the scene. Some had snakes for arms, some vomited black tar, another looked like some kind of swamp monster. They all had this way of trying to mesmerize and pull me in. The predominant colour scheme of these trips was a deep red.
⦁ Perhaps a mistake of mine was choosing to associate with these entities. I remember being friendly with them and thinking "these guys ain't so bad". They seemed friendly enough. At times I was aware of large wise beings watching over me with apparent concern, but I disregarded the concern.
⦁ Most of my trips then followed the same format of a recurring theme. It began with me nurturing something beautiful, only for it to turn into something putrid, disgusting, and feeling that I needed to get rid of this thing. It was like evidence I had to hide - I didn't want anyone to know I had it. I would then get stuck in this loop where I'd go to throw this horrible "thing" away, but then wonder if I might need it later. My mind would go back and forth in an eternal to-and-fro of insanity. I would usually feel a choking sensation towards the end of the trip, and feel like I needed to cough up a swarm of locusts (strange I know, but that’s the best description I have).
⦁ My final harrowing experience then occurred. Immediately upon inhalation my soul was snatched by a malevolent being with inconceivable force. I was beaten and tortured for what felt like an eternity, with a strong feeling that the more I suffered the greater the satisfaction of this almighty abuser was. The same choking sensation persisted throughout, and it felt as if this being was physically strangling me/putting something down my throat and making me choke. This sensation persisted for several hours following the trip.
I have two working theories for the experience:
1. Vulnerability theory: My openness to, and interactions with malevolent entities in prior trips left me psychically "open to attack". Some of those prior trips involved the concurrent use of alcohol or benzodiazepines, which may have lowered my inhibitions to avoid such entities.
2. Wrathful deity theory: I was being given numerous warning signs that my explorations were resembling an addictive and unhealthy relationship with the substance. This also mirrored my issues with addiction at the time. Because I refused to listen and continued using/abusing the substance, I was "taught a lesson" by a wrathful deity - Buddhist concept of enlightened beings who take on wrathful forms to help lead sentient beings to enlightenment.
I would love to hear any other theories, or similar experiences. I have since used DMT again in combination with ketamine and had some remarkably beuatiful, oceanic experiences, so haven't forever sworn off it. But I have a rightful respect for the power of the compound, and will never again abuse it as I did.