Pistolsdrummer
Rising Star
- Merits
- 42
Hello all, I have been following the boards for some time now, and feel that it is finally time for me to make my first post. SWIM just finished his second extraction from mhrb, which was much more successful than his first in terms of product yield. He has been experimenting with dmt for roughly two months now, going with different methods of vaporizing to find what works for him. He had also experimented with dosages to find the different effects, however even in his 40 mg doses, he was not breaking through, he knew this was due to technique. Then on Friday he found a technique that works for him. He loaded up 35-40 mg, and was blasted, but the memory loss from the experience left him wondering whether or not he broke through. This all changed for him last night, when he loaded a 60mg dose into a bubbler vape that had some recrytalization left in it. He through caution to the wind and went for it. First hit was huge, he had a hard time holding it in, but did for maybe 15 seconds, second hit was about the same, then he said he started losing his grip but told himself to hold on, he can get one more in. He did so, and vaguely remembers putting down his vape and lighter, and no recollection of laying back and exhaling. I'll let the rest be told from his point of view, enjoy.
I think I beyond broke through, I think I may have gone overboard. I was gone for a million lifetimes, and was never coming back. I have no recollection of leaving, just a brief memory of saying "I chose this, I did this to myself". After that, my only memory was of "being" but I was not the me that is writing this. I was everything and nothing at the same time I was a universe that was constantly changing, spherically folding in on itself, absorbing itself, and re exploding to send out new universes and consciousnesses that would continue spherically folding in on themselves, absorbing themselves and re-exploding, to form new universes and consciousnesses. Everything that is in our world now, never really existed, it was just a part of my way of experiencing myself as something more than just myself. I created me and you and every other person and plant and animal and rock and water and dirt. But so did you, because if you are my creation, you are just another aspect of me, which means I am your creation. There was no time, there were just different slices of an infinite pie that I could see all at the same time from linear cyclical and random perspective. I lost all knowledge of language, there was no point to it because there was only me. This went on forever or one single instant, im not sure there's a difference. Then out of nowhere i was dropped out of my own universe that was al thatl I was and I was starting to come back. I was told, but not told because I had no language, i just knew, that I was separating again to go do more experiencing for us all who are one. It's like the information was just being telepathically given to me by the everything that is all of us but not in words, instead in feeling I guess..When I finally opened my eyes after millions of years, I was in my room, but seeing it in 4 dimensions of space instead of 3, and I still had no language. I could not talk, and what letters and numbers I saw around the room, on papers and the clock and tv, made no sense, they were in an alien language and i was desperately trying to understand what the point of writing and language were. When I could finally think and talk inside my own head again, I decided to try to stand up. I stumbled a little, and stubbed my toe really hard, and it hurt like hell, but was the best feeling I'd ever felt. Like it was the first time I'd ever felt it. I literarily yelled owwww! And then started cracking up about how beautiful, something like a stubbed toe can be when you haven't felt it for a million years and I felt external appreciation for the pain as an experience. That's all I can remember, though brief flashes of things pop in and out but never long enough to hold to memory. This was the most terrifying experience of my life but I would never take it back. However, maybe I'll step back to 40-45mg next time... Still no entities yet though, which still makes me wonder if I've fully broken through, which I
Can't imagine that I didn't, but I'd love to hear interpretation of that from others with more experience than myself.
Well that was his story, what do you guys think?
I think I beyond broke through, I think I may have gone overboard. I was gone for a million lifetimes, and was never coming back. I have no recollection of leaving, just a brief memory of saying "I chose this, I did this to myself". After that, my only memory was of "being" but I was not the me that is writing this. I was everything and nothing at the same time I was a universe that was constantly changing, spherically folding in on itself, absorbing itself, and re exploding to send out new universes and consciousnesses that would continue spherically folding in on themselves, absorbing themselves and re-exploding, to form new universes and consciousnesses. Everything that is in our world now, never really existed, it was just a part of my way of experiencing myself as something more than just myself. I created me and you and every other person and plant and animal and rock and water and dirt. But so did you, because if you are my creation, you are just another aspect of me, which means I am your creation. There was no time, there were just different slices of an infinite pie that I could see all at the same time from linear cyclical and random perspective. I lost all knowledge of language, there was no point to it because there was only me. This went on forever or one single instant, im not sure there's a difference. Then out of nowhere i was dropped out of my own universe that was al thatl I was and I was starting to come back. I was told, but not told because I had no language, i just knew, that I was separating again to go do more experiencing for us all who are one. It's like the information was just being telepathically given to me by the everything that is all of us but not in words, instead in feeling I guess..When I finally opened my eyes after millions of years, I was in my room, but seeing it in 4 dimensions of space instead of 3, and I still had no language. I could not talk, and what letters and numbers I saw around the room, on papers and the clock and tv, made no sense, they were in an alien language and i was desperately trying to understand what the point of writing and language were. When I could finally think and talk inside my own head again, I decided to try to stand up. I stumbled a little, and stubbed my toe really hard, and it hurt like hell, but was the best feeling I'd ever felt. Like it was the first time I'd ever felt it. I literarily yelled owwww! And then started cracking up about how beautiful, something like a stubbed toe can be when you haven't felt it for a million years and I felt external appreciation for the pain as an experience. That's all I can remember, though brief flashes of things pop in and out but never long enough to hold to memory. This was the most terrifying experience of my life but I would never take it back. However, maybe I'll step back to 40-45mg next time... Still no entities yet though, which still makes me wonder if I've fully broken through, which I
Can't imagine that I didn't, but I'd love to hear interpretation of that from others with more experience than myself.
Well that was his story, what do you guys think?
