SoulCrushingBass
Keeper of the spice
In the last two months I have found a good extraction tek and have had the pleasure to experience and share the experience with others who have wanted to journey with our dream chemical. I have only had a handful of experiences but they have gotten worse at the end of my journey. I am a very experienced psychonaut and did not think I would ever meet my limit. I never thought there could be a bad dmt trip, but there can be for sure. I don't know if the alignment currently of Venus, Mercury, and Saturn makes it weird but I like to keep all options open.
Anyway;
First trip, alone with Mind-lamp on playing Lateralus. Going in I realized I forgot to ammonia wash, a voice said "The tincture is all wrong, but your here now..." Great trip, right when Mjk says "to weep like a widow" I literally started weeping, not crying, but I was filled with so much energy and awe my eyes started flowing, I kept saying, "thank you so much, thank you thank you......"
Second trip, minutes later. Forgot again I didn't have cleaned product. The voice got louder, "THE TINCTURE IS ALL WRONG< YOU ARE POISONING YOURSELF, but your here anyway!!!" But I constantly battled keeping spirits up, the world kept trying to fade to red, like things were trying to take a turn for the worst, but I made my way to earth and a very healthy respect to the spice. The next day my throat was harsh, probably from smoking the extra chemicals from not cleaning my product.
Third trip. After remembering the dmt sound I realized it was exactly to me, how Pink Floyd's "The Machine" starts. I made this sound into a 9 minute track, which I will post to youtube soon and call it dmt sound if you are interested. I put this on loop, and dosed at the stroke of midnight. OH MAN! That sound made things waaaaaaayyyyyy more intense, and longer lasting. I was at an atomic level, fractal gears made of ethereal matter, the things of the universe were spinning. They told me they work the unsolvable equation, pi, phi, Fibonacci to infinity, it is how time works and we exist. They work to exist, and they exist to work. This is the way it has and will be. And they told me I am God. Weird. That took me back in shock. I don't understand that but that we are all from the same source, all tied together, so in a way we are all God. But being gears with no faces, they still looked right at me and very sternly told me I am God. Started coming down and opened my eyes to check the time. It was 12:12, which echoed and spilled off my alarm clock for about 4 feet to the side like, 12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:, with my Mind-lamp flickering like crazy, which is not designed to change quickly or strobe btw.
4th trip. wife went to bed with Mind-Lamp on, I went downstairs to dose on couch. Discussing later, At the time I dosed, which she did not know but it was 5 minutes after I went downstairs, she thought the Mind-Lamp was going to break. It was flying through colors and strobing and flickering like nuts. I enter the other dimension. There is a purple and yellow border, with purple spheres, just like the Alex Grey skull painting in the 10k days album art.I entered a world, I have not been to, but I have, you know, like "how could I have forgotten this place?" I am the lead chemist in another plane. I am in charge of handling the by-product of all existence, it is a black goo, in a small jar, which cannot just be disposed. It is like nuclear waste, but can destroy all existence as we know it. Spiritual, Ethereal, etc. Bad, Bad, Bad stuff. Everyone is panicking, there is calamity and evacuations. They look at me and say, "You are God, what do we do?". Again taken back by the God thing, and knowledge came to me 'love is the universal solvent' so, I reply, "just love it". Then the byproduct stabilized and everyone calmed down. There was another thought that kept playing, this, and everything is a very very delicate balance.
5th trip. Made some jello and shared with a fellow psychonaut. We started having visions and felling the body of fungus, but the dose was light, I feared vomiting, but we did not, we drank milk with the jello and proteins bind with tannins and render then from digestion, therefore no puke. After coming down we smoked a dose and had a great trip, and great time, stayed up talking till about 4a.m. We both also received the notion that this is a very delicate balance.
6th trip. Following night, I jello dosed alone. Intense, lost, alone, scared. Felt almost flu-like. Shit pure yellow, light the poison of my soul. So much liquid shit I had to take a shower. I felt so physically close to death. Weird thoughts forced into my head, I am God, I left heaven for earth, with all the angels, because I forgot to put the lid back on the jar of laughter, and it spilled, and no one could stop laughing, so heaven got destroyed, laughter is dangerous, be careful with it. I kept trying to be rational. "There is no way I'm God, I would have known, I think I would have gotten the memo by now" I was so weak, and struggled to send a blank text to my wife to come to me, I could not even yell for help. I knew I didn't need nutrition, but love. Love would give me strength, and it did. The next morning I was perfectly fine.
7th trip. Too small, felt like salvia, and the song Merkaba didn't help. Not bad, just didn't breakthrough.
All smoked doses were 25mg up to this point. After reading on the net, some said 25mg was just above a light, so I wanted more. Loaded up a 50mg.
Tsk, Tsk.
8th. The first thing through my head, "You really f--ked up this time, you really, really did it now!!" I'm back in the lab, too much overwhelming chaos. Someone spilled the by-product, or another chemical in the lab. It got all over me and everything. I was scared, "What do I do? How do I clean this up?" The panic got the best of me. I tell my neighbor, who was babysitting me for safety, "Turn it off, turn off the music" But he didn't recognize my muttering. It is very difficult for me to speak on the lowest doses. But he did help, he said "calm, relax". I tried. No help. I opened my eyes to escape that place. The other world spilled into this one. He was covered in goo, my walls and ceiling were dripping in this toxic substance. I feared for him, me, my family who was asleep in a house I just contaminated. "What have I done?!?!" I started trying to remember a prayer, anything. "God, please make this stop, I am so sorry, I F--ked up, I forgot you said don't do this again, please make it stop" Bugs started appearing everywhere. They are scouts for pure evil. Shadows started growing, the light got dimmer. I knew something powerful, hateful, pure terror was trying to come through to this world, eyes open fear. Fear unimaginable. By then I could walk. But the visions did not cease. I have a plywood door, I was trying to get outside to get fresh air. The grain on the plywood was cycling darker and darker. I made it outside, to see everything shifting, with a layer of geometric evil on it. Finally, the shit started to calm. I think I brought some bad juju into my home. I messed up and I'm so thankful for life in general. I don't need this, drugs, just grow up and appreciate what I have. My life is too plentiful to risk for tripping.
9th. Super light dose. On a bowl of resin, shared. I did not enjoy it. Starting to feel like salvia. Frustrating, not enjoyable, just controlling like some bad force has my signal, frequency now and can is poised, waiting for me to toke. It has lost it's glamor. If anything, I will build my own floatation tank for tripping without drugs.
It's funny, to come full circle. Coming in and out of dmt trips, I get the sensation that everything is possible, we just have forgotten or have not been taught how to control our minds. We have telepathy, telekinesis, the ability to fly. When I dose, I make electronics malfunction. I feel like all these superhero movies are coincidentally convenient. We are on the brink of something. I have to go all the way to the end of the universe to realize that I didn't need to. All that matters is right here. Right now. The moment. This beautiful chance at life on the 3rd rock, in the 3rd dimension. Love is all we need. Walk with love, not fear, hate resentment, anger. Love is the only way to defeat the darkness. Psychonaut forced into retirement.
It's all just a dream.
None of this really happened, it was all one long dream, no one was real, no events, it's all a work of fiction. Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?
Anyway;
First trip, alone with Mind-lamp on playing Lateralus. Going in I realized I forgot to ammonia wash, a voice said "The tincture is all wrong, but your here now..." Great trip, right when Mjk says "to weep like a widow" I literally started weeping, not crying, but I was filled with so much energy and awe my eyes started flowing, I kept saying, "thank you so much, thank you thank you......"
Second trip, minutes later. Forgot again I didn't have cleaned product. The voice got louder, "THE TINCTURE IS ALL WRONG< YOU ARE POISONING YOURSELF, but your here anyway!!!" But I constantly battled keeping spirits up, the world kept trying to fade to red, like things were trying to take a turn for the worst, but I made my way to earth and a very healthy respect to the spice. The next day my throat was harsh, probably from smoking the extra chemicals from not cleaning my product.
Third trip. After remembering the dmt sound I realized it was exactly to me, how Pink Floyd's "The Machine" starts. I made this sound into a 9 minute track, which I will post to youtube soon and call it dmt sound if you are interested. I put this on loop, and dosed at the stroke of midnight. OH MAN! That sound made things waaaaaaayyyyyy more intense, and longer lasting. I was at an atomic level, fractal gears made of ethereal matter, the things of the universe were spinning. They told me they work the unsolvable equation, pi, phi, Fibonacci to infinity, it is how time works and we exist. They work to exist, and they exist to work. This is the way it has and will be. And they told me I am God. Weird. That took me back in shock. I don't understand that but that we are all from the same source, all tied together, so in a way we are all God. But being gears with no faces, they still looked right at me and very sternly told me I am God. Started coming down and opened my eyes to check the time. It was 12:12, which echoed and spilled off my alarm clock for about 4 feet to the side like, 12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:, with my Mind-lamp flickering like crazy, which is not designed to change quickly or strobe btw.
4th trip. wife went to bed with Mind-Lamp on, I went downstairs to dose on couch. Discussing later, At the time I dosed, which she did not know but it was 5 minutes after I went downstairs, she thought the Mind-Lamp was going to break. It was flying through colors and strobing and flickering like nuts. I enter the other dimension. There is a purple and yellow border, with purple spheres, just like the Alex Grey skull painting in the 10k days album art.I entered a world, I have not been to, but I have, you know, like "how could I have forgotten this place?" I am the lead chemist in another plane. I am in charge of handling the by-product of all existence, it is a black goo, in a small jar, which cannot just be disposed. It is like nuclear waste, but can destroy all existence as we know it. Spiritual, Ethereal, etc. Bad, Bad, Bad stuff. Everyone is panicking, there is calamity and evacuations. They look at me and say, "You are God, what do we do?". Again taken back by the God thing, and knowledge came to me 'love is the universal solvent' so, I reply, "just love it". Then the byproduct stabilized and everyone calmed down. There was another thought that kept playing, this, and everything is a very very delicate balance.
5th trip. Made some jello and shared with a fellow psychonaut. We started having visions and felling the body of fungus, but the dose was light, I feared vomiting, but we did not, we drank milk with the jello and proteins bind with tannins and render then from digestion, therefore no puke. After coming down we smoked a dose and had a great trip, and great time, stayed up talking till about 4a.m. We both also received the notion that this is a very delicate balance.
6th trip. Following night, I jello dosed alone. Intense, lost, alone, scared. Felt almost flu-like. Shit pure yellow, light the poison of my soul. So much liquid shit I had to take a shower. I felt so physically close to death. Weird thoughts forced into my head, I am God, I left heaven for earth, with all the angels, because I forgot to put the lid back on the jar of laughter, and it spilled, and no one could stop laughing, so heaven got destroyed, laughter is dangerous, be careful with it. I kept trying to be rational. "There is no way I'm God, I would have known, I think I would have gotten the memo by now" I was so weak, and struggled to send a blank text to my wife to come to me, I could not even yell for help. I knew I didn't need nutrition, but love. Love would give me strength, and it did. The next morning I was perfectly fine.
7th trip. Too small, felt like salvia, and the song Merkaba didn't help. Not bad, just didn't breakthrough.
All smoked doses were 25mg up to this point. After reading on the net, some said 25mg was just above a light, so I wanted more. Loaded up a 50mg.
Tsk, Tsk.
8th. The first thing through my head, "You really f--ked up this time, you really, really did it now!!" I'm back in the lab, too much overwhelming chaos. Someone spilled the by-product, or another chemical in the lab. It got all over me and everything. I was scared, "What do I do? How do I clean this up?" The panic got the best of me. I tell my neighbor, who was babysitting me for safety, "Turn it off, turn off the music" But he didn't recognize my muttering. It is very difficult for me to speak on the lowest doses. But he did help, he said "calm, relax". I tried. No help. I opened my eyes to escape that place. The other world spilled into this one. He was covered in goo, my walls and ceiling were dripping in this toxic substance. I feared for him, me, my family who was asleep in a house I just contaminated. "What have I done?!?!" I started trying to remember a prayer, anything. "God, please make this stop, I am so sorry, I F--ked up, I forgot you said don't do this again, please make it stop" Bugs started appearing everywhere. They are scouts for pure evil. Shadows started growing, the light got dimmer. I knew something powerful, hateful, pure terror was trying to come through to this world, eyes open fear. Fear unimaginable. By then I could walk. But the visions did not cease. I have a plywood door, I was trying to get outside to get fresh air. The grain on the plywood was cycling darker and darker. I made it outside, to see everything shifting, with a layer of geometric evil on it. Finally, the shit started to calm. I think I brought some bad juju into my home. I messed up and I'm so thankful for life in general. I don't need this, drugs, just grow up and appreciate what I have. My life is too plentiful to risk for tripping.
9th. Super light dose. On a bowl of resin, shared. I did not enjoy it. Starting to feel like salvia. Frustrating, not enjoyable, just controlling like some bad force has my signal, frequency now and can is poised, waiting for me to toke. It has lost it's glamor. If anything, I will build my own floatation tank for tripping without drugs.
It's funny, to come full circle. Coming in and out of dmt trips, I get the sensation that everything is possible, we just have forgotten or have not been taught how to control our minds. We have telepathy, telekinesis, the ability to fly. When I dose, I make electronics malfunction. I feel like all these superhero movies are coincidentally convenient. We are on the brink of something. I have to go all the way to the end of the universe to realize that I didn't need to. All that matters is right here. Right now. The moment. This beautiful chance at life on the 3rd rock, in the 3rd dimension. Love is all we need. Walk with love, not fear, hate resentment, anger. Love is the only way to defeat the darkness. Psychonaut forced into retirement.
It's all just a dream.
None of this really happened, it was all one long dream, no one was real, no events, it's all a work of fiction. Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?
