Hi there everyone. I am new to this forum, and this is my first post. Earlier today I had my first DMT experience, and, perhaps unsuprisingly, found the experience to be so absolutely mind-boggling that I simply had to tell someone about it.....consequently I created an account here. I've also 'lurked' around the forum for a while whilst doing my research on DMT.
This morning I took 35mg of DMT, using a 'dry bong' method....essentially a 1L plastic bottle with the bottom third cut off and a foil sleeve wrapped around it with a little well in the bottom to hold the material, which was heated from underneath. The bottle filled with vapour, and I unscrewed the cap and took the biggest hit that I could.
Within about 10 seconds I experienced an enormous 'BLAST OFF!!!!' and I decided that laying back on the bed would be a good idea, and that I better do it quick, as the DMT was hitting me much harder than I was prepared for. I have experience with LSD and mushrooms, and although I had been reading lots about DMT, both here and elsewhere on the internet, the intensity of this initial blasting-off experience was something that I don't think any amount of reading could have prepared me for! Within seconds I was laid out on my bed, eyes closed, and flying through a tunnel of immensely complex, vivid, ever-changing fractal patterns.TIt felt realer than real. Sharp, focussed, detailed, and very much 'in your face'.
The sensation of getting deeper and deeper into some kind of 'other place' was overwhelming. The last thing I remember about about being 'in the real world' before hitting the tunnel was saying 'it's so beautiful!'...my own voice sounded as though time was slowing down, reality as I knew it was fracturing and this new place was almost instantly saying 'we are here now....the world you know is gone.'
This incredibly fast and intense experience then began to get MORE intense...the kind of energetic buzzing sound that people sometimes talk about was enveloping me, the tunnel became all and the world outside the tunnel became nothing.
Now, at this point, I think I may have got it wrong. I became aware of entities who obviously inhabited this other place, and they were gesturing me to come in, to go 'into them', to become one with them. But I was a little freaked out by how quickly this was all happening, and I concsiously decided that I wanted to 'hang on' to this side. The entities appeared as something you might imagine from a voodoo dimension, there was lots of imagery reminiscent of the Mexican 'Day of the Dead', and I was a little scared of them. Then, that initial feeling of incredible intensity and force, the feeling of 'YOU'RE COMING HERE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!' subsided, and I began to hear what I'll describe as music - but the music was language...this is kind of hard to explain, but the music defintely felt as though it had a direct communicative purpose, and that what is was communicating was 'calm down, relax, just relax'. It was soothing, it felt as though 'they' were almost stroking my head the way a nurse might do to a patient in distress to calm them. Then I opened my eyes and realised that I was 'back here', but that the door was still ajar to the other place. The patterns and fractals were jaw droppingly real and beautiful, overlaying the room and somehow more real than the room. I began to sense that through this door that was still ajar, there were angelic entities, who I realised were the senders of the calming music / communication, and there were also the voodo-beings, who seemed malevolent and scary. Soon I was straight enough to realise that I was definetly coming back to earth, and was very relieved to be doing so.
The last thing, the very last whisper from the experience, was a feeling, (again, it felt like a definite communication from something) was 'The angels were us...the voodo-creatures were YOU. You held on, you fought too much and that manifested the voodoo creatures'.
So, my feelings on the experience are:
1) There was no way I was prepared for the intensity of the blast-off, and I think that scared me a bit. I cannot overstate this!
2) I clearly fought aginst the full breakthrough, and this fighting or clinging on was responsible for some of the frightening aspects, I wonder if another hit might have been a better idea at this stage (but I don't think I was physically capable of litting the bottle!), or failing that, certainly a more sincere attempt to 'surrender'.
3) The absolute mind-bending bizarreness and wonderfulness and frighteningness and amazingness of this experience was WAY beyond any psychedlic experience I have previously had. I'd even hesitate to call it 'psychedelic'. This was something much more powerful and direct, this was a glimpse into universe completely incomprehensible to me.
4) I'm glad I did it. I'll almost definetly do it again, but it was pretty humbling. The vastness of it, the sheer incomprehensibleness of it... 'You think you're ready? You ain't nowhere near ready!'
Thanks for reading. If you have any comments to offer I'd be interested to hear them, especially comments concerning the 'ego-fight against breakthrough'. If anymne else has had a similar thing I;d be really interested to learn from that.
With love.
This morning I took 35mg of DMT, using a 'dry bong' method....essentially a 1L plastic bottle with the bottom third cut off and a foil sleeve wrapped around it with a little well in the bottom to hold the material, which was heated from underneath. The bottle filled with vapour, and I unscrewed the cap and took the biggest hit that I could.
Within about 10 seconds I experienced an enormous 'BLAST OFF!!!!' and I decided that laying back on the bed would be a good idea, and that I better do it quick, as the DMT was hitting me much harder than I was prepared for. I have experience with LSD and mushrooms, and although I had been reading lots about DMT, both here and elsewhere on the internet, the intensity of this initial blasting-off experience was something that I don't think any amount of reading could have prepared me for! Within seconds I was laid out on my bed, eyes closed, and flying through a tunnel of immensely complex, vivid, ever-changing fractal patterns.TIt felt realer than real. Sharp, focussed, detailed, and very much 'in your face'.
The sensation of getting deeper and deeper into some kind of 'other place' was overwhelming. The last thing I remember about about being 'in the real world' before hitting the tunnel was saying 'it's so beautiful!'...my own voice sounded as though time was slowing down, reality as I knew it was fracturing and this new place was almost instantly saying 'we are here now....the world you know is gone.'
This incredibly fast and intense experience then began to get MORE intense...the kind of energetic buzzing sound that people sometimes talk about was enveloping me, the tunnel became all and the world outside the tunnel became nothing.
Now, at this point, I think I may have got it wrong. I became aware of entities who obviously inhabited this other place, and they were gesturing me to come in, to go 'into them', to become one with them. But I was a little freaked out by how quickly this was all happening, and I concsiously decided that I wanted to 'hang on' to this side. The entities appeared as something you might imagine from a voodoo dimension, there was lots of imagery reminiscent of the Mexican 'Day of the Dead', and I was a little scared of them. Then, that initial feeling of incredible intensity and force, the feeling of 'YOU'RE COMING HERE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!' subsided, and I began to hear what I'll describe as music - but the music was language...this is kind of hard to explain, but the music defintely felt as though it had a direct communicative purpose, and that what is was communicating was 'calm down, relax, just relax'. It was soothing, it felt as though 'they' were almost stroking my head the way a nurse might do to a patient in distress to calm them. Then I opened my eyes and realised that I was 'back here', but that the door was still ajar to the other place. The patterns and fractals were jaw droppingly real and beautiful, overlaying the room and somehow more real than the room. I began to sense that through this door that was still ajar, there were angelic entities, who I realised were the senders of the calming music / communication, and there were also the voodo-beings, who seemed malevolent and scary. Soon I was straight enough to realise that I was definetly coming back to earth, and was very relieved to be doing so.
The last thing, the very last whisper from the experience, was a feeling, (again, it felt like a definite communication from something) was 'The angels were us...the voodo-creatures were YOU. You held on, you fought too much and that manifested the voodoo creatures'.
So, my feelings on the experience are:
1) There was no way I was prepared for the intensity of the blast-off, and I think that scared me a bit. I cannot overstate this!
2) I clearly fought aginst the full breakthrough, and this fighting or clinging on was responsible for some of the frightening aspects, I wonder if another hit might have been a better idea at this stage (but I don't think I was physically capable of litting the bottle!), or failing that, certainly a more sincere attempt to 'surrender'.
3) The absolute mind-bending bizarreness and wonderfulness and frighteningness and amazingness of this experience was WAY beyond any psychedlic experience I have previously had. I'd even hesitate to call it 'psychedelic'. This was something much more powerful and direct, this was a glimpse into universe completely incomprehensible to me.
4) I'm glad I did it. I'll almost definetly do it again, but it was pretty humbling. The vastness of it, the sheer incomprehensibleness of it... 'You think you're ready? You ain't nowhere near ready!'
Thanks for reading. If you have any comments to offer I'd be interested to hear them, especially comments concerning the 'ego-fight against breakthrough'. If anymne else has had a similar thing I;d be really interested to learn from that.
With love.