Hi all,
Thanks for your knowledge on these boards. Not only did I successfully manage to freebase DMT from Acacia Confusa Root Bark but I happened to use the Limonene Tek. I also am pleased to have discovered the turmeric extract on here too. What a rushy euphoric herb!
Ok straight to the point. I freebased something like ALOT of DMT from that package of ACRB. Great. This happened a year ago. I went and made a Syrian Rue tea which I enjoyed heaps on its own. This time it was to be with the DMT as a tea. I did not want a sudden wild trip experience but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come next.
Ten mins later I was on my mate's bed. Totally laughing my balls off. The colours were unbelievable. I saw so much stuff I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hindu yantras. Chakras etc. Fractalized entities coming and going.
Then bam. I saw a star of david going 3D and the fractals started surrounding me. Holy f*ck. After that the fractals got a bit too close for comfort. I called my mate for help. He came and made sure I was ok. I felt a sense of dread. Like something bad gunna happen around the corner. Next thing I know I felt my body get penetrated anally by some invisible force. It felt weirdly scary as f so I blacked out.
Next I find myself on the floor under the bed. The DMT went and dug out my fears and memories. It proceeded to show them to me one by one as I began to see the infinite in itself. It played with my beliefs too. I got scared, confused and lost. I tried to hold onto my sense of self. Instead I ended up convulsing into a seizure. The DMT showed me a very horrible reality of realities. That this world is is purely a dream. And you are stuck there in this dream, this maya and can't get out of it. It also showed me that my belief in God is a pure fantasy and only despair awaits us all. This was far too much for me to handle so I blacked out again.
I woke up to see my friend looking at me. The terror was still there. Replaced by him. He became the manifestation of that terror. I felt completely trapped again, unable to move and hopelessly lost. I was just stuck in his room for the ride. Blacked out again. If I wasn't physically paralyzed I would have ran out.
My mate saw the whole thing and told me when I recovered (at the hospital) I was banging my bleeding head against the wall, looking completely lost. I don't recall this, even now. He even said you tried to attack the poor nurses who were trying to help. I was shocked - why would I even do that? I recovered the next day, completely shaken and unable to ground myself. A nurse said I looked like I had been in a fight. Sure enough I ran to a mirror and saw bloody grazes all over my forehead, arm and knee from the DMT induced seizures. The knee took the longest to heal as it was a deep carpet burn when I was thrashing on the floor.
Now to this day it doesn't shock me so much. They're memories now. I understand why I was shown this despairing illusion of reality even if I didn't ask for it. I have been suffering from some sort of PTSD-anxiety flashbacks and I realize that one day my problems from DMT will seem insignificant and disappear into nothing. I am grateful for my mate for calling the ambulance as he could not do anything when I was stuck in the blackouts.
However what I saw of him on DMT turned out to be true as he turned out to be one hell of a problematic friend down the track. I cut him out of my life and have no interest in making friendships with people who don't treat you with equal respect. He was an emo user and all he wanted was to prop himself against others so he could feel better.
I am not sure whether or not I will use DMT again. Bad trips are something that is never easy to deal with and I am still in the process of getting over it. It gets easier one month at a time but you're still left here, never quite fully satisfied with your sense of self, nor not sure what to do with your life. Do I refuse to acknowledge the illusion and terror and move on, or do I accept that vision and understand that not everyone manifests joy and happiness?
Thanks for your knowledge on these boards. Not only did I successfully manage to freebase DMT from Acacia Confusa Root Bark but I happened to use the Limonene Tek. I also am pleased to have discovered the turmeric extract on here too. What a rushy euphoric herb!
Ok straight to the point. I freebased something like ALOT of DMT from that package of ACRB. Great. This happened a year ago. I went and made a Syrian Rue tea which I enjoyed heaps on its own. This time it was to be with the DMT as a tea. I did not want a sudden wild trip experience but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come next.
Ten mins later I was on my mate's bed. Totally laughing my balls off. The colours were unbelievable. I saw so much stuff I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hindu yantras. Chakras etc. Fractalized entities coming and going.
Then bam. I saw a star of david going 3D and the fractals started surrounding me. Holy f*ck. After that the fractals got a bit too close for comfort. I called my mate for help. He came and made sure I was ok. I felt a sense of dread. Like something bad gunna happen around the corner. Next thing I know I felt my body get penetrated anally by some invisible force. It felt weirdly scary as f so I blacked out.
Next I find myself on the floor under the bed. The DMT went and dug out my fears and memories. It proceeded to show them to me one by one as I began to see the infinite in itself. It played with my beliefs too. I got scared, confused and lost. I tried to hold onto my sense of self. Instead I ended up convulsing into a seizure. The DMT showed me a very horrible reality of realities. That this world is is purely a dream. And you are stuck there in this dream, this maya and can't get out of it. It also showed me that my belief in God is a pure fantasy and only despair awaits us all. This was far too much for me to handle so I blacked out again.
I woke up to see my friend looking at me. The terror was still there. Replaced by him. He became the manifestation of that terror. I felt completely trapped again, unable to move and hopelessly lost. I was just stuck in his room for the ride. Blacked out again. If I wasn't physically paralyzed I would have ran out.
My mate saw the whole thing and told me when I recovered (at the hospital) I was banging my bleeding head against the wall, looking completely lost. I don't recall this, even now. He even said you tried to attack the poor nurses who were trying to help. I was shocked - why would I even do that? I recovered the next day, completely shaken and unable to ground myself. A nurse said I looked like I had been in a fight. Sure enough I ran to a mirror and saw bloody grazes all over my forehead, arm and knee from the DMT induced seizures. The knee took the longest to heal as it was a deep carpet burn when I was thrashing on the floor.
Now to this day it doesn't shock me so much. They're memories now. I understand why I was shown this despairing illusion of reality even if I didn't ask for it. I have been suffering from some sort of PTSD-anxiety flashbacks and I realize that one day my problems from DMT will seem insignificant and disappear into nothing. I am grateful for my mate for calling the ambulance as he could not do anything when I was stuck in the blackouts.
However what I saw of him on DMT turned out to be true as he turned out to be one hell of a problematic friend down the track. I cut him out of my life and have no interest in making friendships with people who don't treat you with equal respect. He was an emo user and all he wanted was to prop himself against others so he could feel better.
I am not sure whether or not I will use DMT again. Bad trips are something that is never easy to deal with and I am still in the process of getting over it. It gets easier one month at a time but you're still left here, never quite fully satisfied with your sense of self, nor not sure what to do with your life. Do I refuse to acknowledge the illusion and terror and move on, or do I accept that vision and understand that not everyone manifests joy and happiness?
