Yes, I can relate.  I got in to psychedelics from reading trip reports.  There was something in all those reports that reached me.  Somehow, I understood that to which they pointed, without having tried it myself.  I knew it was something I would have to experience.  I knew I waited my whole life to experience it.  And when I finally did experience it, it was in many ways not at all what I was expecting. Yet in every way it was more satisfying than I expected.  Not to say that the same would be true for everyone.  As I said, I was attracted to psychedelics, and they were attracted to me.  Not everyone is meant for them.  I'm sure a lot of people would find the experiences, and the trip reports scary, but not me.

Ooooh, fractal man, you turn me on when you talk like that.  My mind, I mean.  There is not even a close metaphor in existence that I could compare my dmt experiences with, and my relationship with dmt.  This is THE thing, other than existence itself..... which itself, tends to get summed up within the dmt experience.  The fact that this stuff even exists..... oh my God it's just too perfect.  What a ride this life is.  Holy shit.  I feel like I won some kind of cosmic lottery by being blessed with this stuff.  But then, I look around the room, I'll remember my most profound realizations, and realize..... not only was I blessed with psychedelics, but I'm the one who imagined this whole existence up.  I am the imagination of the cosmos, or rather, it is me.  I wasn't blessed, I just am.  And then I sigh, and breathe, and feel as content as possible.