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Rising Star
I thought I'd preface this by saying that I've never had visuals or broken through (likely due to the SNRI anti-depressants I take (Desvenlafaxine/Pristiq)). I do get the bodyload and vibrations all over, but only very vague, transparent floating visuals.
Tonight I decided I'd put down my motar quartz coil and revisit my original method of smoking DMT – the sandwich method. This method I find to be a truer and more potent method to get where you need to go. And given how things went tonight, I'll probably stick to the sandwich method despite the residual smokey/DMTy smell after the event.
I decided this time I'd use peppermint as my base herb. Previously I'd used parsley as I didn't want to use weed as I've heard it can mute the effects, but found it an unusual taste. I loaded up about 30mg of DMT in the bowl of the pipe and covered it up with the herb.
I lay back in my usual spot, light up the bowl and draw in a deep inhalation. I can tell that the smoke is laden with DMT by how it feels as it hits the back of my throat. I hold it there for about 10 seconds (all that I can manage). I exhale and immediately feel "altered". In my vision, on the floor in front of me, I watch what I can only describe what looks like a swarm of colourless, paisley-looking, transparent clouds of matter hovering and rippling. I study it intently for about a minute, trying to work out what shapes it's forming and whether I can see anything more in it. "Wow," I say, in awe of this magical and active layer which I've summoned into my presence.
I place the mouthpiece back to my lips, strike the flint and pull back another deep and meaningful lungful and hold it. Again, I can only manage 10 seconds max. I blow it out. I close my eyes (no visuals) and feel a rippling sensation under my crossed legs. It's as if I'm floating on a magic carpet and being massaged at the same time. It's very calming and relaxing. The body load is getting heavier and my mind feels as if it's being compressed. "Show me something," I whisper. Only moments later, I feel that the room is changing in several ways at once. Things are starting to get very sharp, brighter and are losing their colour. I look around and it feels like things are speeding up, that something is closing in on me. I start to hear a slight "crackling" in my ears and know that this is a positive sign, having read of this before. I start to panic a little, not knowing what is to come next and my mind is racing. My senses are heightened. I'm feeling that this is the furthest I've travelled without a breakthrough, in the 10 times I've smoked it. My eyes are darting all around me. My environment looks familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It's throwing me. I then feel that something is in front of me but I can't make out what it is. I think a pinhole of light is shining down before me (or am I imagining it?) and I feel it wants me to go to it. The thought crosses my mind that I'm actually dying and it's at this point that while I'm able to think rationally enough, that I should pull the pin on this experience, all the while the "high" is intensifying even a minute after my last exhalation.
"Not now, not now.. sorry, please not now" I say to the room, trying to snap myself out of this foreign stupor I'm in. I get up and pace around, my fingers running through my hair, trying to calm myself down and escape this sensation that is swallowing me. It starts raining outside. I open my garage door and walk outside into the rain, hoping it will put the brakes on my journey for the night. I walk in circles around the cars, talking to myself. It's grip is loosening and I begin to feel in control as my body and mind overrides the invisible force which I called upon. I feel stupid. I say sorry into the ether and say that I will properly commit to giving in the next time we meet again.
Tonight I decided I'd put down my motar quartz coil and revisit my original method of smoking DMT – the sandwich method. This method I find to be a truer and more potent method to get where you need to go. And given how things went tonight, I'll probably stick to the sandwich method despite the residual smokey/DMTy smell after the event.
I decided this time I'd use peppermint as my base herb. Previously I'd used parsley as I didn't want to use weed as I've heard it can mute the effects, but found it an unusual taste. I loaded up about 30mg of DMT in the bowl of the pipe and covered it up with the herb.
I lay back in my usual spot, light up the bowl and draw in a deep inhalation. I can tell that the smoke is laden with DMT by how it feels as it hits the back of my throat. I hold it there for about 10 seconds (all that I can manage). I exhale and immediately feel "altered". In my vision, on the floor in front of me, I watch what I can only describe what looks like a swarm of colourless, paisley-looking, transparent clouds of matter hovering and rippling. I study it intently for about a minute, trying to work out what shapes it's forming and whether I can see anything more in it. "Wow," I say, in awe of this magical and active layer which I've summoned into my presence.
I place the mouthpiece back to my lips, strike the flint and pull back another deep and meaningful lungful and hold it. Again, I can only manage 10 seconds max. I blow it out. I close my eyes (no visuals) and feel a rippling sensation under my crossed legs. It's as if I'm floating on a magic carpet and being massaged at the same time. It's very calming and relaxing. The body load is getting heavier and my mind feels as if it's being compressed. "Show me something," I whisper. Only moments later, I feel that the room is changing in several ways at once. Things are starting to get very sharp, brighter and are losing their colour. I look around and it feels like things are speeding up, that something is closing in on me. I start to hear a slight "crackling" in my ears and know that this is a positive sign, having read of this before. I start to panic a little, not knowing what is to come next and my mind is racing. My senses are heightened. I'm feeling that this is the furthest I've travelled without a breakthrough, in the 10 times I've smoked it. My eyes are darting all around me. My environment looks familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It's throwing me. I then feel that something is in front of me but I can't make out what it is. I think a pinhole of light is shining down before me (or am I imagining it?) and I feel it wants me to go to it. The thought crosses my mind that I'm actually dying and it's at this point that while I'm able to think rationally enough, that I should pull the pin on this experience, all the while the "high" is intensifying even a minute after my last exhalation.
"Not now, not now.. sorry, please not now" I say to the room, trying to snap myself out of this foreign stupor I'm in. I get up and pace around, my fingers running through my hair, trying to calm myself down and escape this sensation that is swallowing me. It starts raining outside. I open my garage door and walk outside into the rain, hoping it will put the brakes on my journey for the night. I walk in circles around the cars, talking to myself. It's grip is loosening and I begin to feel in control as my body and mind overrides the invisible force which I called upon. I feel stupid. I say sorry into the ether and say that I will properly commit to giving in the next time we meet again.