My responses in blue.
I was doing pretty good. Four months without tripping after two years of weekly oral DMT trips.
If you were doing so well without DMT, then why would you decide to try it again?
While sober I had moments of clarity, saw DMT as a crutch that can deceive even the most brilliant minds and perhaps is the perfect drug for intellectual, articulate, and educated people. It plays with logic, amplifies speculation, and pushes the PROFOUND button in the brain.
How do you know what are the effects of DMT on brilliant minds? Since when can a drug deceive? How do you know what is the perfect drug for intellectual, articulate, and educated people?
Slowly and imperceptibly I let my guard down and the friendliness and fond memories of DMT overpowered and silenced the addictive and mind-dumbing effects of this drug. Fuck.
Memories, fond or otherwise, can’t silence addictive effects of a drug. If this was the case, then we’d have a new cure for drug addiction.
Alas, after some distance I decided to have a friendly oral DMT trip of 85mg of yellow spice and 200mg of harmalas.
Why, why , why, WHY? And since when can you “decide” that a trip will be friendly?
This was a superbly light dose for me and I expected a lazy trip into hyperspace floating on purple pink clouds.
Why would you expect a particular kind of trip? Haven’t your past experiences taught you anything?! (Obviously not!)
After two hours I unexpectedly blasted through the membrane and entered full blown hyperspace. Thoughts cascaded upon each other, blasted each other, fucked each other and then raped each other. Truths were revealed and then crumbed before my eyes as lies. Paradoxes of philosophy danced before me as layer after layer of bullshit piled up to infinity. Madness ensued.
Boo-hoo. You had a bad experience. Is this a big surprise?
Finally – My sober mind is a relativistic thinking organ. I don’t believe in right or wrong or morality - I think it is all opinions of the powerful forced upon the rest of us. And then I experience true Evil. It is addiction and my drug of choice is DMT. This plant chemical invades my mind like a virus, floods me with feelings of euphoria and mysticism, and then leaves me wanting more. Fuck you.
DMT is not an addictive drug. Maybe you’re creating an illusion of addiction to avoid dealing with real problems in your life?
Addiction is a bitch. Thank God for my mom to talk me out of bad trips. Nothing like a mother’s love. I swear I am never doing this bullshit, evil, seductive, manipulative, destructive drug again. It’s poison.
Haven’t we heard all of this before?
I was doing pretty good. Four months without tripping after two years of weekly oral DMT trips.
If you were doing so well without DMT, then why would you decide to try it again?
While sober I had moments of clarity, saw DMT as a crutch that can deceive even the most brilliant minds and perhaps is the perfect drug for intellectual, articulate, and educated people. It plays with logic, amplifies speculation, and pushes the PROFOUND button in the brain.
How do you know what are the effects of DMT on brilliant minds? Since when can a drug deceive? How do you know what is the perfect drug for intellectual, articulate, and educated people?
Slowly and imperceptibly I let my guard down and the friendliness and fond memories of DMT overpowered and silenced the addictive and mind-dumbing effects of this drug. Fuck.
Memories, fond or otherwise, can’t silence addictive effects of a drug. If this was the case, then we’d have a new cure for drug addiction.
Alas, after some distance I decided to have a friendly oral DMT trip of 85mg of yellow spice and 200mg of harmalas.
Why, why , why, WHY? And since when can you “decide” that a trip will be friendly?
This was a superbly light dose for me and I expected a lazy trip into hyperspace floating on purple pink clouds.
Why would you expect a particular kind of trip? Haven’t your past experiences taught you anything?! (Obviously not!)
After two hours I unexpectedly blasted through the membrane and entered full blown hyperspace. Thoughts cascaded upon each other, blasted each other, fucked each other and then raped each other. Truths were revealed and then crumbed before my eyes as lies. Paradoxes of philosophy danced before me as layer after layer of bullshit piled up to infinity. Madness ensued.
Boo-hoo. You had a bad experience. Is this a big surprise?
Finally – My sober mind is a relativistic thinking organ. I don’t believe in right or wrong or morality - I think it is all opinions of the powerful forced upon the rest of us. And then I experience true Evil. It is addiction and my drug of choice is DMT. This plant chemical invades my mind like a virus, floods me with feelings of euphoria and mysticism, and then leaves me wanting more. Fuck you.
DMT is not an addictive drug. Maybe you’re creating an illusion of addiction to avoid dealing with real problems in your life?
Addiction is a bitch. Thank God for my mom to talk me out of bad trips. Nothing like a mother’s love. I swear I am never doing this bullshit, evil, seductive, manipulative, destructive drug again. It’s poison.
Haven’t we heard all of this before?