ninjaxmasparty
Rising Star
Hello everybody, I've used DMT a lot of times mainly in my late teens - very early twenties, always smoked it on top of a tiny amount weed. But have never "broken through" (I didn't even know that term until a year or so ago) or really tried for it. Earlier today I vaped/smoked an unknown amount of DMT out of a "Machine" (Will buy the GVG soon). I could see the amount of powder and it didn't look like a whole lot but there was some visible residual DMT from the previous time I used my "machine" but I really didn't think it was much. Needless to say my calculations were off. After the first inhale I felt it coming on VERY strong, I took a second one and was quite literally, mentally gone. At first everything started to lose it's definition and only the dominant colors of what I was looking at were visible. Visions of Aztec like architecture and ancient carvings of dancing Aztec men made of intense rainbow colour manifested themselves on the white pallette of my oven and I could "feel" them. About half way up the stairs I lost sight of my world and "It" "gripped" me (This whole time I was slowly walking from my kitchen to go upstairs to use the bathroom because I felt like I was gonna poop myself actually.) An extremely powerful and absolutely and utterly unidentifiable and all powerful something had an unbelievable grip on me. I could control my body but felt no inclination to move around. I honestly could never possibly explain what I saw. The visuals actually strongly reminded me of some of the avatars I've seen of other Nexians so I know many of you must've been there before and seen this. At one point what I was seeing reminded me of a skull but endlessly and rapidly dividing down the middle and going in and out forming a room) I did not feel intense fear, intense love, I felt as if something HAD me and all I could see were indescribable things. Absolutely amazing but I could not comprehend them at all. I began to say "oh my god, oh my god!" in absolute awe. Awe feels like a very weak word to describe how I felt but there are no words that can do this justice. I have never been so in awe. I could hear all the sounds coming from the world outside and I could "feel" them very intensely and they seemed to pulse in and out. The sound of a Cicada dominated though and it "pull" and "pushed" me in and out of "It's grasp". I found myself saying outloud "How do I know I am loved? How do know we are loved? I just want to be loved." The force that had a hold of me felt like it didn't feel one way or the other about me or the human race. It didn't seem cruel or loving. It didn't even seem apathetic or disinterested in us. I don't know what it was or what it wants or if it wants or if it is. The force felt wholly alien in this way. Unfortunately I began to comeback out of it at this point before I could further seek the answers or learn any more of "It". I felt it's "physical" grasp on me loosen and I found myself coming back to the realization of my body and ego (the latter of which I had COMPLETELY lost which was, in retrospect, a freeing feeling). I now feel uneasy and feel that I will have to "go back" later next week but will make ayahuasca this time as I need more time with "It". I feel a strong need to reach out for help and this is the only place to turn for me where I think others will have any experience with this. I am scared and at great unease with this idea that we are not loved. Other experiences I've had on mushrooms, LSD, and a others and even my other experiences with DMT have left me feeling like we ARE loved by our greater beings or something like that. some kind of god-like nature force that may or may not be real. And the force that had a hold of me was very god-like in it's power. It was different then "seeing" entities It was the whole experience itself as a thing. And it didn't seem to care. What do you guys make of this? DMT is certainly it's own thing. I've had many very intense trips but none that even compared to this.
Was it doing this to me because it loved me? Or maybe was it doing this to me because it was just doing it's duties? Do you think we're even loved as a species?
note:Also during the heart of the experience I felt as if I was in a "room" almost.
Was it doing this to me because it loved me? Or maybe was it doing this to me because it was just doing it's duties? Do you think we're even loved as a species?
note:Also during the heart of the experience I felt as if I was in a "room" almost.

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