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DPT Sublingual
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Volvox
Rising Star
Any other experiences from this?
I saw a friend of mine try a small amount of DPT out of curiosity.
He said that insufflating works, but it is unpleasant and apparently had nasty-numbing taste. However it was not bad enough for him to not enjoy the experience.
He started with 20mg and worked his way up though 150mg during the evening.
He found it to feel closer to LSD then DMT. Nice with closed eye visuals that worked well to music. He played a lot of Beatles which started to annoy me. A lot of 'zig-zag' and 'Ying-Yang' spin to it he said. Luckily the duration was nice and short but not to short at 2-3 hours and after that I left his apartment.
I saw a friend of mine try a small amount of DPT out of curiosity.
He said that insufflating works, but it is unpleasant and apparently had nasty-numbing taste. However it was not bad enough for him to not enjoy the experience.
He started with 20mg and worked his way up though 150mg during the evening.
He found it to feel closer to LSD then DMT. Nice with closed eye visuals that worked well to music. He played a lot of Beatles which started to annoy me. A lot of 'zig-zag' and 'Ying-Yang' spin to it he said. Luckily the duration was nice and short but not to short at 2-3 hours and after that I left his apartment.
ganesha
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What a coincidence,but It happens that I grab some DPT some days ago and I have all the intentions to try it tonight. While Im doing some more research I found this tread. My dose wil be 23+23+10, I allways prefer to test the waters before any dive atempt. I found 150 mg an insane dose. But let first see.....
I gladly will report after the experience.
Cheers
I gladly will report after the experience.
Cheers
Alloklais
Rising Star
Ganesha, how was your DPT experience?
Edit: 9/17
I've had an opportunity to smoke freebase DPT a few times in my studio. My wife calls the studio my man cave, though its not clubby or garage like. Wood floors, lots of books, sixteen foot ceilings and its maxed on fenestration, clerestory and stacks of operable windows. Lots of light during the day, and feels open at night. I have a small Laserium like show kit I sometimes run at night, fills my walls and ceilings up with a firmament of neon, green orbits of light. The room's imbued with my energy, rituals, art, books and music. I'm very comfortable here.
I prepared a simple DPT freebase paste using a 4:1 equimolar ratio of 50 mg DPT HCl to 12 mg sodium bicarbonate for each research test. I want to get friendlier with the DPT 'space' before venturing further with a larger oral dose, probably at 150 mg.
The best few words that can capture the immediate experiences: relaxing, weird, and alien.
If you can hear in your mind the odd hollow, airy quality of talking on an IP telephony conference session with too many people on the line. Maybe a few audio artifacts thrown in, like turning the sharpen filter up just a little too high on a Photoshop edit. That's the quality of the space. Like I said, alien.
I waved a Bick lighter under a glass bowl bubbler. The freebase vapor had a bitter-sweet, chaulky and chemical taste to it. I took my time, nursing the vapor in small bursts. At each inhale, the most immediate effect was feeling very relaxed and euphoric, but it had this strange energized-battery aftertaste to it. And the more I relaxed, the room started expanding, like the volume of the room was getting larger, though my sense of body and self remained and felt the same size. So I wasn't shrinking. But when I'd look at my hands, they seemed far away, a forced perspective making them appear tiny.
The color of the space was washed through a cool filter, blues and greys felt enhanced, while the warm colors, rather than staying still, became progressively muted, desaturating in real time.
Though I felt bodily relaxed, sinking back into my chair, I felt I was still tip-toeing around the experience, nervous. Not whistling through the cemetery nervous, but anxious, like threshold anxious. I could imagine the expansive and hollow qualities initially felt could just keep going...breaking through successive thresholds or frames, and eventually into dissolution.
The alien feel also had another Presence-ness to it. In my spiritual practice, which has incorporated Chaos Magick materials off and on for a few years, there's certainly room for disembodied entities, personalities or intelligences. Whatever you want to call them. I suppose interacting directly with them is a possibility. Though I can't say that I ever have, nor firmly had an inexpressible A-ha moment. But I have had some amazing synchronicities since starting my practice. Which could just be confirmation bias. But that's okay, I see it for what it is, pleasure and deepening of experience.
So each time, now three for three, the patterns and feelings have been consistent. In looking back, the second thought to the DPT experience for me, that there is a portal like feel to it. A Gateway. I'm aware of the Temple of True Inner Light in New York who use DPT as their sacrament. I only know as much as I've read about them on the Interwebs, and haven't ever met a member. The alien Presence-ness, I could imagine it manifesting into an emergent phenomena, and interpreted as a Spiritual experience.
Warm and fuzzy, no. I feel the rumbling of Intense below this surface.
A conclusion: 50 mg DPT freebase smoked got me to a Shulgin +.
I would like to take it next time to Shulgin ++. I read one particular heroic and terrifying DPT dose trip report, I don't think the writer used the Shulgin scale, but by the description, clearly was a ++++. I was thinking about the thread here on the Nexus about taking high doses of LSD, the Thumbprint. So what I am wondering, if the Church of the Inner Light were a group of people who found each other because they've developed a ++++ relationship with DPT.
I also considered the heroic Thumbprint dose as equal to one having revealed to himself his Personal Myth. Myth as strong as the story of John the Baptist. A complete Turning of Purpose, complete Surrender to who is Other, or the Others. Dissolution of Self into Service?
I think choosing to go this far, to willfully explore these spaces, to that type of Decision where there is no turning back. I think philosophers - those who love wisdom and who live with integrity can approach.
All these thoughts, spurred from reflections reflecting on 50 mg DPT freebase.
Smoalk moar :lol:
Edit: 9/17
I've had an opportunity to smoke freebase DPT a few times in my studio. My wife calls the studio my man cave, though its not clubby or garage like. Wood floors, lots of books, sixteen foot ceilings and its maxed on fenestration, clerestory and stacks of operable windows. Lots of light during the day, and feels open at night. I have a small Laserium like show kit I sometimes run at night, fills my walls and ceilings up with a firmament of neon, green orbits of light. The room's imbued with my energy, rituals, art, books and music. I'm very comfortable here.
I prepared a simple DPT freebase paste using a 4:1 equimolar ratio of 50 mg DPT HCl to 12 mg sodium bicarbonate for each research test. I want to get friendlier with the DPT 'space' before venturing further with a larger oral dose, probably at 150 mg.
The best few words that can capture the immediate experiences: relaxing, weird, and alien.
If you can hear in your mind the odd hollow, airy quality of talking on an IP telephony conference session with too many people on the line. Maybe a few audio artifacts thrown in, like turning the sharpen filter up just a little too high on a Photoshop edit. That's the quality of the space. Like I said, alien.
I waved a Bick lighter under a glass bowl bubbler. The freebase vapor had a bitter-sweet, chaulky and chemical taste to it. I took my time, nursing the vapor in small bursts. At each inhale, the most immediate effect was feeling very relaxed and euphoric, but it had this strange energized-battery aftertaste to it. And the more I relaxed, the room started expanding, like the volume of the room was getting larger, though my sense of body and self remained and felt the same size. So I wasn't shrinking. But when I'd look at my hands, they seemed far away, a forced perspective making them appear tiny.
The color of the space was washed through a cool filter, blues and greys felt enhanced, while the warm colors, rather than staying still, became progressively muted, desaturating in real time.
Though I felt bodily relaxed, sinking back into my chair, I felt I was still tip-toeing around the experience, nervous. Not whistling through the cemetery nervous, but anxious, like threshold anxious. I could imagine the expansive and hollow qualities initially felt could just keep going...breaking through successive thresholds or frames, and eventually into dissolution.
The alien feel also had another Presence-ness to it. In my spiritual practice, which has incorporated Chaos Magick materials off and on for a few years, there's certainly room for disembodied entities, personalities or intelligences. Whatever you want to call them. I suppose interacting directly with them is a possibility. Though I can't say that I ever have, nor firmly had an inexpressible A-ha moment. But I have had some amazing synchronicities since starting my practice. Which could just be confirmation bias. But that's okay, I see it for what it is, pleasure and deepening of experience.
So each time, now three for three, the patterns and feelings have been consistent. In looking back, the second thought to the DPT experience for me, that there is a portal like feel to it. A Gateway. I'm aware of the Temple of True Inner Light in New York who use DPT as their sacrament. I only know as much as I've read about them on the Interwebs, and haven't ever met a member. The alien Presence-ness, I could imagine it manifesting into an emergent phenomena, and interpreted as a Spiritual experience.
Warm and fuzzy, no. I feel the rumbling of Intense below this surface.
A conclusion: 50 mg DPT freebase smoked got me to a Shulgin +.
I would like to take it next time to Shulgin ++. I read one particular heroic and terrifying DPT dose trip report, I don't think the writer used the Shulgin scale, but by the description, clearly was a ++++. I was thinking about the thread here on the Nexus about taking high doses of LSD, the Thumbprint. So what I am wondering, if the Church of the Inner Light were a group of people who found each other because they've developed a ++++ relationship with DPT.
I also considered the heroic Thumbprint dose as equal to one having revealed to himself his Personal Myth. Myth as strong as the story of John the Baptist. A complete Turning of Purpose, complete Surrender to who is Other, or the Others. Dissolution of Self into Service?
I think choosing to go this far, to willfully explore these spaces, to that type of Decision where there is no turning back. I think philosophers - those who love wisdom and who live with integrity can approach.
All these thoughts, spurred from reflections reflecting on 50 mg DPT freebase.
Smoalk moar :lol: