Hi. Not positive that this is the perfect place for this thread, but it seems to be the only one I can post in, having just made my account. Anyway. I've just recently come upon DMT for the first time, and have been doing it somewhat regularly - i've taken it around ten times in the last two weeks, with easily the most success smoking it out of a typical glass herb pipe. I tried it with a eucalyptus and actually ended up freaking out, deciding it was evil glass, and smashing the pipe. That was interesting. But even that time, the experiences i've had have all, save one, been undeniably blissful and euphoric, even if they were pretty confusing sometimes.
Out of my ten or so experiences, i've had two breakthrough trips in which I was in a completely different world, oblivious to my surroundings - a technicolor, melting, flowing universe in which I slid and flew and conversed with spirits without the use of conventional words. The spirits always seemed glad to see me, and seemed to know every aspect of my being, including my reasons for being in their world. Other times when tripping i've merely felt the presence of the spirits, rather than seeing them - in these trips, I would stay more or less in the real world, although things would be drastically altered, and it seemed as though I could feel in the back of my mind that these experiences were being granted to me by beings just beyond the curtain of my vision. However, when smoking the last of my spice two days ago, I had a drastically different experience.
Sitting at my computer desk, I loaded up around 70-80mg of spice - yellowish crystals, probably not the most pure (both of the breakthrough experiences I had were off of 100mg mixed with herb in a pipe - I figured that since my method of ingestion was probably extremely wasteful, I would use larger doses than normal, and it worked well) in to my pipe. I began smoking, and after four hits or so, I had to put the pipe down. As I rocketed forth, though, something held me in this world. While I looked around me, astounded as usual, a box appeared in the middle of my vision, obscuring whatever I looked at. I recall looking under my desk at the time to try and ascertain where the box was coming from, but it simply moved along with my field of vision, staying directly in the center. In the box, which was blue and technicolor and melting and seemed like a general portal in to hyperspace, there was a sultry female voice connected to a perceived but unseen pair of female lips, speaking to me in clear english for the first time. It was saying "Hello. Excuse me. Hi. Hello? Excuse me." and generally trying to get my attention. As I began to listen to it, it pointed me towards the pipe - "Hi. Hello. Look at the pipe. You have more, you know. You need to finish it. The pipe." and as I picked up the pipe, the voice seemed pleased - "Exactly. Yes. There you go." but the second I sparked the lighter, everything changed - dropping the pipe on the table, my (quite long) hair suddenly caught fire. Not just singed a bit, but full on caught fire - I could smell burning hair and feel the heat of a huge flame near my forehead. Smothering the flame with my hands and freaking out a bit, I could hear the voice laughing in the back of my mind, but the box over my vision was gone. As I sat, breathing hard and still a little confused, I felt a sudden burst of heat from the top of my head again and suddenly I knew my hair was spontaneously combusting. Swatting at my head and really starting to flip shit, I ran to the bathroom - on the way I had ideas of my mother standing over my coffin, and images of myself literally ripping off my scalp, which is what I felt like I wanted to do - coming to the mirror, I could still feel the voice near me, laughing hysterically. As I looked in the mirror, running my hands through my hair, I saw no flame nor burnt hair, and suddenly the voice said "You've got beautiful hair." and relief washed over me. I stumbled back to my bed and had a near-breakthrough experience with much more euphoria and bliss than usually present. It was distinctly sexual, in fact, for the remainder of the trip. Really fucking strange.
My question, I guess, is what do you imagine happened that made these spirits feel it necessary to trick me in such a way? It felt like a test of some sort, almost. The feeling of my hair going up in flames, though, was quite real, and happened in a split second as soon as I did as the voice instructed me, which is what makes me feel like it was an intentional trick. I saw that someone said in another post that the "jesters" they've encountered are sometimes nice, sometimes pranksters, and sometimes downright mean and annoying. I haven't met any of the mean ones, but I feel like now i've met a prankster along with the kind and loving spirits I had come in contact with in the past. Has anyone else had experiences like this? I plan to do it again, but i'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little more worried about what could happen to me now.
Out of my ten or so experiences, i've had two breakthrough trips in which I was in a completely different world, oblivious to my surroundings - a technicolor, melting, flowing universe in which I slid and flew and conversed with spirits without the use of conventional words. The spirits always seemed glad to see me, and seemed to know every aspect of my being, including my reasons for being in their world. Other times when tripping i've merely felt the presence of the spirits, rather than seeing them - in these trips, I would stay more or less in the real world, although things would be drastically altered, and it seemed as though I could feel in the back of my mind that these experiences were being granted to me by beings just beyond the curtain of my vision. However, when smoking the last of my spice two days ago, I had a drastically different experience.
Sitting at my computer desk, I loaded up around 70-80mg of spice - yellowish crystals, probably not the most pure (both of the breakthrough experiences I had were off of 100mg mixed with herb in a pipe - I figured that since my method of ingestion was probably extremely wasteful, I would use larger doses than normal, and it worked well) in to my pipe. I began smoking, and after four hits or so, I had to put the pipe down. As I rocketed forth, though, something held me in this world. While I looked around me, astounded as usual, a box appeared in the middle of my vision, obscuring whatever I looked at. I recall looking under my desk at the time to try and ascertain where the box was coming from, but it simply moved along with my field of vision, staying directly in the center. In the box, which was blue and technicolor and melting and seemed like a general portal in to hyperspace, there was a sultry female voice connected to a perceived but unseen pair of female lips, speaking to me in clear english for the first time. It was saying "Hello. Excuse me. Hi. Hello? Excuse me." and generally trying to get my attention. As I began to listen to it, it pointed me towards the pipe - "Hi. Hello. Look at the pipe. You have more, you know. You need to finish it. The pipe." and as I picked up the pipe, the voice seemed pleased - "Exactly. Yes. There you go." but the second I sparked the lighter, everything changed - dropping the pipe on the table, my (quite long) hair suddenly caught fire. Not just singed a bit, but full on caught fire - I could smell burning hair and feel the heat of a huge flame near my forehead. Smothering the flame with my hands and freaking out a bit, I could hear the voice laughing in the back of my mind, but the box over my vision was gone. As I sat, breathing hard and still a little confused, I felt a sudden burst of heat from the top of my head again and suddenly I knew my hair was spontaneously combusting. Swatting at my head and really starting to flip shit, I ran to the bathroom - on the way I had ideas of my mother standing over my coffin, and images of myself literally ripping off my scalp, which is what I felt like I wanted to do - coming to the mirror, I could still feel the voice near me, laughing hysterically. As I looked in the mirror, running my hands through my hair, I saw no flame nor burnt hair, and suddenly the voice said "You've got beautiful hair." and relief washed over me. I stumbled back to my bed and had a near-breakthrough experience with much more euphoria and bliss than usually present. It was distinctly sexual, in fact, for the remainder of the trip. Really fucking strange.
My question, I guess, is what do you imagine happened that made these spirits feel it necessary to trick me in such a way? It felt like a test of some sort, almost. The feeling of my hair going up in flames, though, was quite real, and happened in a split second as soon as I did as the voice instructed me, which is what makes me feel like it was an intentional trick. I saw that someone said in another post that the "jesters" they've encountered are sometimes nice, sometimes pranksters, and sometimes downright mean and annoying. I haven't met any of the mean ones, but I feel like now i've met a prankster along with the kind and loving spirits I had come in contact with in the past. Has anyone else had experiences like this? I plan to do it again, but i'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little more worried about what could happen to me now.
