WhoaManThatWasIntense
Rising Star
"Well yeah, but I didn't expect it to be this... intense!" I remember thinking at the time in response to a mocking question from the DMT experience I was very much having at the time.
Setting
Since my first extraction on Thursday, i've been experimenting with dosages, slowly building up to see what's what. On Friday I had 3 wonderful experiences with DMT, and would have been the perfect day if I didn't try for a 4th hit, which gave me CEVs but none of the emotional warmth and sense of universal love that happened with the other dosages I had had. In retrospect I didn't put enough on the lung, the room was a bit cold and the music was too quiet, and various things just put a downer on things, but I didn't expect the experience to be so cold (emotionally) given what I had expected before. I had melted the DMT into a solid at the bottom of my vial, but I had ended up with a solid layer and a sort of watery goop that smelt like DMT (which was poured off and put in the fridge), and I wanted to see if what was left was active.
The Journey
So, Saturday, the day after that, and with that mindset, I decided to try and roll a DMT joint to see if a good nights sleep would make a difference and get the positive vibes back again. I wanted a fairly strong trip, but I figured that you can put it out if things get too fractally for the beginner like me. Since the DMT was now solid in the bottom of the vial, it was easy to scrape out with a screwdriver and chop with a razor blade. Usually it's waxy fluffy stuff, and this was more crystally and solid. I'll bet I put FAR more on that what I thought (no scales so i'm having to eyeball dosages).
Unfortunately the joint wasn't smoking properly, I could faintly feel the effects but I wasn't going anywhere like this, so I ripped it up and put it on the lung instead in two halves. I've found that when smoking DMT on the lung you need to get second burns on the ganja ashes that are left in the bowl because it's saturated with the spice - which sort of makes it 4 lungs in total. The lung is a one-hit delivery mechanism too - you're meant to polish them off in one go.
The first burn was pretty strong in itself, and by the time i'd smoked the second burn I already was being hit harder than I ever had before.
"This is the most fucked i've ever been."
I fumbled around and managed to load the second half of the joint into the lung somehow. I lit up and pulled the third lung and somehow got that down.
"No, this is the most fucked i've ever been!"
Things were already seriously weird at this point, and I felt like i'd changed up a gear in hyperspace but I knew I had another lung to go. I was briefly debating whether it was a good idea, but my hands were already getting the final burns so I just went with it.
"Fucking hell!"
My vision went like "Whooaaah!" and these two copper coloured circles came out of the TV. I didn't take too much notice of what was happening after that because I was too busy hanging on for dear life while I was accelerated at millions of miles per hour to fuck-knows-where.
"But this is what you wanted isn't it?"
"Well yeah, sort of, but I didn't expect it to be this... intense!"
And it was intense. Like nothing else i'd ever experienced before. You read the word "intense" and you just think yeah, OK, whatever, but to actually experience the very definition of the word...
I had my eyes open the entire time but I was really focussed on pure astonishment - I didn't know that people could go that deep. Comparing LSD to DMT is like comparing a water pistol to a hydrogen bomb. I just had this overwhelming feeling of acceleration and energy, and all I could do was literally gasp in astonishment, hang on and remember to breathe.
I knew there was nothing to fear but I had the lounge windows open and was a bit worried that my neighbours could see in. I think I was off my peak by now but it was still incredibly strong.
Every object in the room had like a spectrum-like aura around it, like if you were to shine light through a prism, but with a prism that can split matter into energy. It was like I was perceiving each object as energy that was not perfectly focussed into matter. This persisted for what felt like ages, but what remained was the astonishment. I just couldn't believe that something was that intense. I sat nursing my cup of tea which helped to ground me ever-so-slightly as everything was slowly focussed back into matter again. My hands felt like they were vibrating with pure energy.
Looking back on the experience I think I had a period of missing time (approx 2-3 minutes) - I was listening to a Shoutcast psytrance stream at the time and recording it, I can remember the track I started off with, I definitely remember the track that came after, but I don't remember the tail end of the first track - either I was too busy holding on to notice or I just can't remember it. I've not been to other places like other people (not that I can remember anyway).
I was "down" yet I still felt like I was tripping - almost (forgive the cliches) like the doors of perception had been booted in but not fully closed. It was like a hydrogen bomb had gone off and wiped out my ego. I've heard a description saying that someone felt "formatted", and that's pretty much what it was like. This feeling persisted for the rest of the night, all next day, and it's still here a little bit as I type this. All I could do for about an hour afterwards was gasp open-mouthed at the experience i had just had.
Sunday - was I fuck going to touch DMT! At least not that day, I was still going to extract but I was going to give it a couple of months before I was going to touch it again. I still felt blown away and maybe still trying to work stuff out. I must admit that I felt something wanting me to try it but I was determined to stick to the herb that day. In the evening as I was pulling a lung, I smelt that familiar DMT smell (must have been some trapped in the lid which picked that particular moment to vapourise) and thought "Oh here we go", in a sort of resigned way. There wasn't much on it, but I started to feel a little bit more like myself again, like a very mild dose was needed to help me re-integrate myself. I decided that this wasn't so bad after all and spent the rest of the evening with very mild dosages from rubbing bud around my collection jars, which was quite a positive end to the weekend.
So there you go, an account of the heaviest dose I had yet. And maybe, yes, it really was what I wanted. At the time I was cacking me pants, but i'd like to try again, this time with my eyes and curtains closed, and maybe with a trusty trip sitter.
Setting
Since my first extraction on Thursday, i've been experimenting with dosages, slowly building up to see what's what. On Friday I had 3 wonderful experiences with DMT, and would have been the perfect day if I didn't try for a 4th hit, which gave me CEVs but none of the emotional warmth and sense of universal love that happened with the other dosages I had had. In retrospect I didn't put enough on the lung, the room was a bit cold and the music was too quiet, and various things just put a downer on things, but I didn't expect the experience to be so cold (emotionally) given what I had expected before. I had melted the DMT into a solid at the bottom of my vial, but I had ended up with a solid layer and a sort of watery goop that smelt like DMT (which was poured off and put in the fridge), and I wanted to see if what was left was active.
The Journey
So, Saturday, the day after that, and with that mindset, I decided to try and roll a DMT joint to see if a good nights sleep would make a difference and get the positive vibes back again. I wanted a fairly strong trip, but I figured that you can put it out if things get too fractally for the beginner like me. Since the DMT was now solid in the bottom of the vial, it was easy to scrape out with a screwdriver and chop with a razor blade. Usually it's waxy fluffy stuff, and this was more crystally and solid. I'll bet I put FAR more on that what I thought (no scales so i'm having to eyeball dosages).
Unfortunately the joint wasn't smoking properly, I could faintly feel the effects but I wasn't going anywhere like this, so I ripped it up and put it on the lung instead in two halves. I've found that when smoking DMT on the lung you need to get second burns on the ganja ashes that are left in the bowl because it's saturated with the spice - which sort of makes it 4 lungs in total. The lung is a one-hit delivery mechanism too - you're meant to polish them off in one go.
The first burn was pretty strong in itself, and by the time i'd smoked the second burn I already was being hit harder than I ever had before.
"This is the most fucked i've ever been."
I fumbled around and managed to load the second half of the joint into the lung somehow. I lit up and pulled the third lung and somehow got that down.
"No, this is the most fucked i've ever been!"
Things were already seriously weird at this point, and I felt like i'd changed up a gear in hyperspace but I knew I had another lung to go. I was briefly debating whether it was a good idea, but my hands were already getting the final burns so I just went with it.
"Fucking hell!"
My vision went like "Whooaaah!" and these two copper coloured circles came out of the TV. I didn't take too much notice of what was happening after that because I was too busy hanging on for dear life while I was accelerated at millions of miles per hour to fuck-knows-where.
"But this is what you wanted isn't it?"
"Well yeah, sort of, but I didn't expect it to be this... intense!"
And it was intense. Like nothing else i'd ever experienced before. You read the word "intense" and you just think yeah, OK, whatever, but to actually experience the very definition of the word...
I had my eyes open the entire time but I was really focussed on pure astonishment - I didn't know that people could go that deep. Comparing LSD to DMT is like comparing a water pistol to a hydrogen bomb. I just had this overwhelming feeling of acceleration and energy, and all I could do was literally gasp in astonishment, hang on and remember to breathe.
I knew there was nothing to fear but I had the lounge windows open and was a bit worried that my neighbours could see in. I think I was off my peak by now but it was still incredibly strong.
Every object in the room had like a spectrum-like aura around it, like if you were to shine light through a prism, but with a prism that can split matter into energy. It was like I was perceiving each object as energy that was not perfectly focussed into matter. This persisted for what felt like ages, but what remained was the astonishment. I just couldn't believe that something was that intense. I sat nursing my cup of tea which helped to ground me ever-so-slightly as everything was slowly focussed back into matter again. My hands felt like they were vibrating with pure energy.
Looking back on the experience I think I had a period of missing time (approx 2-3 minutes) - I was listening to a Shoutcast psytrance stream at the time and recording it, I can remember the track I started off with, I definitely remember the track that came after, but I don't remember the tail end of the first track - either I was too busy holding on to notice or I just can't remember it. I've not been to other places like other people (not that I can remember anyway).
I was "down" yet I still felt like I was tripping - almost (forgive the cliches) like the doors of perception had been booted in but not fully closed. It was like a hydrogen bomb had gone off and wiped out my ego. I've heard a description saying that someone felt "formatted", and that's pretty much what it was like. This feeling persisted for the rest of the night, all next day, and it's still here a little bit as I type this. All I could do for about an hour afterwards was gasp open-mouthed at the experience i had just had.
Sunday - was I fuck going to touch DMT! At least not that day, I was still going to extract but I was going to give it a couple of months before I was going to touch it again. I still felt blown away and maybe still trying to work stuff out. I must admit that I felt something wanting me to try it but I was determined to stick to the herb that day. In the evening as I was pulling a lung, I smelt that familiar DMT smell (must have been some trapped in the lid which picked that particular moment to vapourise) and thought "Oh here we go", in a sort of resigned way. There wasn't much on it, but I started to feel a little bit more like myself again, like a very mild dose was needed to help me re-integrate myself. I decided that this wasn't so bad after all and spent the rest of the evening with very mild dosages from rubbing bud around my collection jars, which was quite a positive end to the weekend.
So there you go, an account of the heaviest dose I had yet. And maybe, yes, it really was what I wanted. At the time I was cacking me pants, but i'd like to try again, this time with my eyes and curtains closed, and maybe with a trusty trip sitter.
You can see a whole lot with eyes closed even if there are no open eye visuals...
