There was more than a bit of ambivalence but I really wanted to do it. 
Set was calm, setting normal/ritualized. My hand shook and heart pounded terribly, even before I took a hit. The first one didn't yield many visuals just that tryptamine handshake feeling. I picked up the GVG and took a big one five minutes later.
I closed my eyes and lay back and it was like being transported instantly. I was in a car, moving down a very odd street. I was in handcuffs or something. A prisoner. The vehicle was odd - reminded me of vehicles used in old style Presidential motorcades used in USA pre Kennedy-assassination: Big, long and black with an open top.
The city streets were mobbed with people and they were pointing at me. I was being mocked. The situation was hyper-surreal. It was a stark kind of industrial downtown, but it was tryptamine-futured out. The sides of the buildings were an electronic light blue/grey/purple tone, had windows interspersed with GIGANTIC video screens all showing the same image of a middle aged, black haired, olive skinned man in a uniform. Closer to Kim Jung Ill than Gaddafi in appearance. There was more but this character's image was everywhere and it was in motion. He was gesticulating, making some vehement points. It was immediately clear to me he was a President for Life!
The walls to the buildings lining the streets were much more complex than this with crazy patterns, as if a stucco guy had just decided to add 100 extra layers and go nuts but with a geometric flare, lots of right hard angles. There were entities in the buildings leaning out to see the car I was in and to get a good look at me as we passed and to point. They were different from the human people on the street. They were more of the self-transforming machine elf variety - lots of little bits of geometry and endless insane stuff (some of which I recognized from recent visual input). "Elf" entities also "floated" in the air, but nowhere near the street - they kind of hugged the walls. The image of the President for Life was everywhere, wherever I looked, wherever we had gone, wherever I was headed. It was creepy. But also kind of wtf funny. I've always loved and will always love the sheer sci-fi bizarrity of the DMT experience.
Anyway, this seamy, sick little motorcade never made it to the Hyperspace Ministry of Love (phew!) or whatever. I never found out what I had done or what the problem/issue was.
My young cat jumped on me. She does this a lot when I smoke DMT. I could close the door, but then there's 1-3 cats on either side of said closed door making a lot of noise. This crazy cat lady dug her own kitty litter grave, so to speak.
I know exactly what's going on and am feeling heavy but warm and comfortable, Actually, very warm. I'm usually cold on DMT. This was nice. The cat settles quickly.
My eyes do not open but the scene collapses. At the same time the music changes to Bluetech's "Probability Tree," and I am shown a joyous synaesthetic illustration of that concept. In front of me grows a kind of spinning, ever detailed, million fronded, tryptamine rainbow hued Hyper-Willow-Tree. The whole tree is revolving slowly in front of me. Each frond is in movement and has things along its length and objects (frequently geometric) at the end of each frond.
The Hyper-Tree fills me with the sheer breathless joy of its beauty. I do not want this to end. As it continues to spin, some fronds are lost, some are grown, same with branches and even the overall shape of the tree kind of evolves. The stuff on the length of the fronds and the ends is too much to recall, to many details, too many probabilities.
In addition to the Probability Willow/Tree, kind of within it's fronds is something I see frequently - the spinning ribbon or marquis with what I can only begin to describe as alien language or mathematics on it. These ribbons are everywhere and are also darkly rainbow colored. The entire thing, Tree and fronds and ribbon all spinning and moving, each part changing and different from the other, illustrating endless probabilities was remarkable.
Soon the vision collapsed and my eyes opened. Seems like I came back to baseline fast.
A final thing worth noting - as I held the GVG I shook and thought my heart might explode. But once I took the first hit I felt a lot better physically. Once I took the second hit there was no thought of surrender. Everything just WAS. This is unusual for me. I was in body and alive and well (tripping on DMT) the entire time, according to my ego.
Peace & Love
Set was calm, setting normal/ritualized. My hand shook and heart pounded terribly, even before I took a hit. The first one didn't yield many visuals just that tryptamine handshake feeling. I picked up the GVG and took a big one five minutes later.
I closed my eyes and lay back and it was like being transported instantly. I was in a car, moving down a very odd street. I was in handcuffs or something. A prisoner. The vehicle was odd - reminded me of vehicles used in old style Presidential motorcades used in USA pre Kennedy-assassination: Big, long and black with an open top.
The city streets were mobbed with people and they were pointing at me. I was being mocked. The situation was hyper-surreal. It was a stark kind of industrial downtown, but it was tryptamine-futured out. The sides of the buildings were an electronic light blue/grey/purple tone, had windows interspersed with GIGANTIC video screens all showing the same image of a middle aged, black haired, olive skinned man in a uniform. Closer to Kim Jung Ill than Gaddafi in appearance. There was more but this character's image was everywhere and it was in motion. He was gesticulating, making some vehement points. It was immediately clear to me he was a President for Life!
The walls to the buildings lining the streets were much more complex than this with crazy patterns, as if a stucco guy had just decided to add 100 extra layers and go nuts but with a geometric flare, lots of right hard angles. There were entities in the buildings leaning out to see the car I was in and to get a good look at me as we passed and to point. They were different from the human people on the street. They were more of the self-transforming machine elf variety - lots of little bits of geometry and endless insane stuff (some of which I recognized from recent visual input). "Elf" entities also "floated" in the air, but nowhere near the street - they kind of hugged the walls. The image of the President for Life was everywhere, wherever I looked, wherever we had gone, wherever I was headed. It was creepy. But also kind of wtf funny. I've always loved and will always love the sheer sci-fi bizarrity of the DMT experience.
Anyway, this seamy, sick little motorcade never made it to the Hyperspace Ministry of Love (phew!) or whatever. I never found out what I had done or what the problem/issue was.
My young cat jumped on me. She does this a lot when I smoke DMT. I could close the door, but then there's 1-3 cats on either side of said closed door making a lot of noise. This crazy cat lady dug her own kitty litter grave, so to speak.
I know exactly what's going on and am feeling heavy but warm and comfortable, Actually, very warm. I'm usually cold on DMT. This was nice. The cat settles quickly.
My eyes do not open but the scene collapses. At the same time the music changes to Bluetech's "Probability Tree," and I am shown a joyous synaesthetic illustration of that concept. In front of me grows a kind of spinning, ever detailed, million fronded, tryptamine rainbow hued Hyper-Willow-Tree. The whole tree is revolving slowly in front of me. Each frond is in movement and has things along its length and objects (frequently geometric) at the end of each frond.
The Hyper-Tree fills me with the sheer breathless joy of its beauty. I do not want this to end. As it continues to spin, some fronds are lost, some are grown, same with branches and even the overall shape of the tree kind of evolves. The stuff on the length of the fronds and the ends is too much to recall, to many details, too many probabilities.
In addition to the Probability Willow/Tree, kind of within it's fronds is something I see frequently - the spinning ribbon or marquis with what I can only begin to describe as alien language or mathematics on it. These ribbons are everywhere and are also darkly rainbow colored. The entire thing, Tree and fronds and ribbon all spinning and moving, each part changing and different from the other, illustrating endless probabilities was remarkable.
Soon the vision collapsed and my eyes opened. Seems like I came back to baseline fast.
A final thing worth noting - as I held the GVG I shook and thought my heart might explode. But once I took the first hit I felt a lot better physically. Once I took the second hit there was no thought of surrender. Everything just WAS. This is unusual for me. I was in body and alive and well (tripping on DMT) the entire time, according to my ego.
Peace & Love
