PrimalWisdom
Everything the light touches
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Hi There
So I’m a little anxious about posting this and am not sure how to word the following trip report / questions, so I’ll just dive right in.
The last time I vaped DMT I had possibly the most frightening experience of my life (my psy life and my real life)
I broke through into this underground cavern or crypt, the walls were damp, and the atmosphere was musty. I could feel things crawling on my feet, and smell the heaviness in the air. I saw at the end of this long hallway a doorway lit by candlelight. I got closer, and once I was standing in the doorway I could see the room was pretty large, but was completely kaleidoscopic, the walls churned and moved in rhythmic motions, spreading different colours and lights over the entire surface of the room, the floor was even moving.
What caught my eye was not the room itself, but this large grotesque demonic figure standing at an altar type thing. It was huge much bigger than me, but it’s presence was even larger I could feel how enormously powerful it was, hunched over an altar it looked as though it was straining not to smash through the roof.
I moved closer even though every molecule of my being screamed TURN AROUND NOW AND RUN!
It was writing in a book, like a ledger. It had this long quill like pen and it was scribbling what looked like names. I remember trying to see the book in more detail, and suddenly I was really close the beast. I saw my name (it was actually just symbols I think, but still it referred to me) and freaked out. I think I asked or maybe thought “What the hell are you doing?” and the beast replied quite simply, “You have sold your soul, and I am putting your name in the book” This is when I really panicked the whole room spun faster, and the doorway disappeared. I was really freaking out and all that kept going through my mind was that my soul belonged to dark evil forces. I couldn’t get out of the room and it swirled faster and faster, I think I blacked out for a bit, but when I opened my eyes I was eventually starting to come back, I was sweating and sort of lying half on my couch and half on the floor in a heap. All that was racing though my mind was that I had sold my soul. I could still hear whispers and they kept saying things like I sold my soul when I first did DMT and now it was final. After what seemed like ages the whispers stopped and I lay on my couch breathing pretty heavily, and shaking.
Now obviously I am pretty freaked out and scared to go back. But I’ve been thinking a lot about this and my fear now extends to all psys. I mean I know in reality my soul hasn’t been sold to the darker forces out there, but what do you think this means for me? Am I using too many psys? – personally I really don’t think so – a few trips a year and changa smoked maybe once every 2-3weeks, with a bit of pure spice vaped maybe once a month/2 months.
Has anyone else ever had a similar experience? I really don’t know what to think about the whole thing. I’ve never felt so “in trouble” before, even in real life, I mean at some points during the trip it really felt like I may be soulless.
Anyway yeah I was a bit apprehensive to post this for obvious reasons, but I can’t keep this sort of thing to myself as I am a bit of a anxious person and stuff like this weighs very heavily on my mind – to the point that I have not been sleeping very well since. I keep playing the experience over in my head trying to find some answers – and of course in true DMT fashion am presented with yet more questions.
I have been pretty depressed since.
I have a lot of faith in the people of the Nexus and hope someone can help me make sense of this.
I sure as hell can’t!
Peace
PW
So I’m a little anxious about posting this and am not sure how to word the following trip report / questions, so I’ll just dive right in.
The last time I vaped DMT I had possibly the most frightening experience of my life (my psy life and my real life)
I broke through into this underground cavern or crypt, the walls were damp, and the atmosphere was musty. I could feel things crawling on my feet, and smell the heaviness in the air. I saw at the end of this long hallway a doorway lit by candlelight. I got closer, and once I was standing in the doorway I could see the room was pretty large, but was completely kaleidoscopic, the walls churned and moved in rhythmic motions, spreading different colours and lights over the entire surface of the room, the floor was even moving.
What caught my eye was not the room itself, but this large grotesque demonic figure standing at an altar type thing. It was huge much bigger than me, but it’s presence was even larger I could feel how enormously powerful it was, hunched over an altar it looked as though it was straining not to smash through the roof.
I moved closer even though every molecule of my being screamed TURN AROUND NOW AND RUN!
It was writing in a book, like a ledger. It had this long quill like pen and it was scribbling what looked like names. I remember trying to see the book in more detail, and suddenly I was really close the beast. I saw my name (it was actually just symbols I think, but still it referred to me) and freaked out. I think I asked or maybe thought “What the hell are you doing?” and the beast replied quite simply, “You have sold your soul, and I am putting your name in the book” This is when I really panicked the whole room spun faster, and the doorway disappeared. I was really freaking out and all that kept going through my mind was that my soul belonged to dark evil forces. I couldn’t get out of the room and it swirled faster and faster, I think I blacked out for a bit, but when I opened my eyes I was eventually starting to come back, I was sweating and sort of lying half on my couch and half on the floor in a heap. All that was racing though my mind was that I had sold my soul. I could still hear whispers and they kept saying things like I sold my soul when I first did DMT and now it was final. After what seemed like ages the whispers stopped and I lay on my couch breathing pretty heavily, and shaking.
Now obviously I am pretty freaked out and scared to go back. But I’ve been thinking a lot about this and my fear now extends to all psys. I mean I know in reality my soul hasn’t been sold to the darker forces out there, but what do you think this means for me? Am I using too many psys? – personally I really don’t think so – a few trips a year and changa smoked maybe once every 2-3weeks, with a bit of pure spice vaped maybe once a month/2 months.
Has anyone else ever had a similar experience? I really don’t know what to think about the whole thing. I’ve never felt so “in trouble” before, even in real life, I mean at some points during the trip it really felt like I may be soulless.
Anyway yeah I was a bit apprehensive to post this for obvious reasons, but I can’t keep this sort of thing to myself as I am a bit of a anxious person and stuff like this weighs very heavily on my mind – to the point that I have not been sleeping very well since. I keep playing the experience over in my head trying to find some answers – and of course in true DMT fashion am presented with yet more questions.
I have been pretty depressed since.
I have a lot of faith in the people of the Nexus and hope someone can help me make sense of this.
I sure as hell can’t!
Peace
PW

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