spiffystump
Rising Star
I gave my close friend who is in the army some DMT to smoke and here is his what he told me. He closed his eyes and he remembers opening them and seeing a bright light, like when he falls asleep in the back of a army truck and his glasses would fall off while he sleeps and the sun would be so bright in the desert. Well that's where he was, in the back of a truck back in Iraq. He gets out and sees two young Iraq boys playing soccer, and he has no idea who these two boys are, then he notices 3 of his buddies who where killed in combat while he was trying to get to them to back them up, he was not able to make it in time and they were KIA. He talks to them and falls on his knees apologizing over and over to them because he couldn't make it in time to save them.
Them three men he fought in Iraq with tell him its OK, and he feels a weight lifted off his shoulders and they begin to walk with the two boys that were playing soccer around the dessert, then he notices his fourth friend, he was young and died in his arms in combat and again he falls to his knees and apologizes multiple times, the young boy picks him up and hugs him and says it alright and another wait is lifted off his shoulders.
All of a sudden he is sucked in a different area, but its still a desert and he sees seven dark human figures and feels a dark evil feeling. He soon realizes it is the seven men he killed in Iraq and again he falls to his knees and apologizes multiple times, for taking there lives. The seven men whose lives were taken by my friend stay into the dark distance and say to him its OK we except you apology. He was then taken back to his four friends whom he was with in the begging of his trip and noticed them having a picnic in the dessert with the two boys that where playing soccer. The men tell him to come over and as he walks to the picnic they hand him a piece of bread and this part he explained in a lot of detail, of how amazing this bread smelled and tasted he went on and on about how the smell of the bread and the taste was so amazing he just couldn't get into enough detail with human words. He talked with hes friends for a little while longer and then they said its time for you to go back your friends are waiting on you and he felt being sucked back to his body while saying goodby.
My friend came back rubbed his face and told me this is what happened in his trip and he says (I want to punch every therapist Ive every talked to about my PTSD), because all it took was a small amount of DMT to take it all away.
Them three men he fought in Iraq with tell him its OK, and he feels a weight lifted off his shoulders and they begin to walk with the two boys that were playing soccer around the dessert, then he notices his fourth friend, he was young and died in his arms in combat and again he falls to his knees and apologizes multiple times, the young boy picks him up and hugs him and says it alright and another wait is lifted off his shoulders.
All of a sudden he is sucked in a different area, but its still a desert and he sees seven dark human figures and feels a dark evil feeling. He soon realizes it is the seven men he killed in Iraq and again he falls to his knees and apologizes multiple times, for taking there lives. The seven men whose lives were taken by my friend stay into the dark distance and say to him its OK we except you apology. He was then taken back to his four friends whom he was with in the begging of his trip and noticed them having a picnic in the dessert with the two boys that where playing soccer. The men tell him to come over and as he walks to the picnic they hand him a piece of bread and this part he explained in a lot of detail, of how amazing this bread smelled and tasted he went on and on about how the smell of the bread and the taste was so amazing he just couldn't get into enough detail with human words. He talked with hes friends for a little while longer and then they said its time for you to go back your friends are waiting on you and he felt being sucked back to his body while saying goodby.
My friend came back rubbed his face and told me this is what happened in his trip and he says (I want to punch every therapist Ive every talked to about my PTSD), because all it took was a small amount of DMT to take it all away.
