Did you have your breakthrough with the volcano? Do you mind me asking what quantity it was for you that got you that experience?
my breakthrough was VERY weird. I mean exeptionally weird even as far as dmt breakthroughs go.
it was my first week or two of smoalking dmt, as i had a gram of it. I was a super noob to any type of vaping at this point, so i invented the RAMSHORN
it was a green twisty cfl bulb broken in half, so just one half of the spiral. think of a curly macaroni noodle. I cleaned this well, and attached a suitable mouthpiece to it.
that was my hand pipe for smoalking dmt in the beginning. was easy to use, as i could just pack dmt rocks in the one end, and suck the lighter flame through the device, causing the dmt to coat the walls of the pipe while vaping it decently well without any metal mesh in it. just a twisted glass tube. I enjoyed most of my gram out of this, though using my dab rig for precise smaller doses. the RAMSHORN was strictly for fun hitting and leisure, because it was so simple to use. it was simple enough, that i could hand it to someone, and they could take as big or as small of a hit as they wanted, without much instruction. Ide hand it to people that seemed to like their small dmt dose out of the rig. (5 ish mg)
This led to multiple people using the RAMSHORN, melting many hundreds of milligrams of unused and ready to be activated dmt in the pipes bends, creating pools of melting and re crystallizing dmt (i remember watching it melt and recrystallize intently while tripping hard when i used it before this night for smaller tokes, it was GORGEOUS). I was always mindful up to this night not to torch the pipe so much as to melt ALL the built up dmt.
One night i was alone in my room, which at the time was a rarity for me as i had friends living with me, and constantly had about 5-10 people over every day. it was a sunday night, and no one was around. this was my chance to do the terrence mkenna thing in darkness i thought and then i would be a true psychonaught!!!!
I hit the pipe after packing it with about 30mg, going abit past where i would normally stop drawing, hoping to finish my first full large 30mg dose for a breakthrough. Little did i know i became so inebriated that i was roasting the whole pipe. feeling the dmt's effects while i was still activley inhaling. I figured this was going to be a BIG ONE.
I remember my lungs going completely and comfortably numb, when i would usually be coughing a fit leading to a yarfing. But this time was different...
As i inhaled, i forgot what i was. all i had to go off of was this weird green noodle in my hand, watching most of the built up dmt in the pipe magically dissapear in that one large toke, going from a distorted green clouded by matter, to a whistle clean green slightly glowing due to the flames light, and deep confusion as to why i was on my bed in an alien cave covered in green geometrics as stones and cave walls rose around me. I always thought dmt would fling me to another place, not bring the place TO ME!
As i let the disgustingly thick vapor waterfall out of my lungs like it were wet bread dough, i sensed that time had completly cease to exist. Not even on mega doses of lsd or shrooms have i had this COMPLETE STOP of time. I have had aloooot of time dialation before, but NOTHING like this. I realized i may have just breathed out my actual soul by how thick it was. It pooled on the floor, and obscured the cave as it was being assembled, from the smoke rising after it had settled on the floor.
I noticed a pair of dark purple, almost black legs materialize next to me on the bed. They seemed to be made of gently wafting and curling dense dark purple smoalk.
I followed the legs up with my eyes, genuinley curious and not afraid. My eyes passed over hips, and a torso, then finally i was met by the gaze of an entity with soft glowing purple eyes. When our eyes met, i experienced what felt like a few thousand years of time had passed, and i traveled somewhere. It felt like their eyes had opened into tunnels and i was walking down a gallery of time itself. I met and smoked dmt with many people throughout history. When i returned to my body, which i had never truly left, the entity gave me a subtle and encouraging nod of understanding. I gave a curt nod back. I was trying to be a big boy.... But after experiencing that, my ego was never the same. It was not a "rough experience". It was an experience.
I then remember breaking eye contact with the entity, and we sat with eachother for a very long time. The entity made me feel safer in this new alien world. I deeply appreciate that entity with every neutron, neuron, proton, nano tubule, and axion and or atom of my body and spirit. I feel i owe it my personal quantum foam. It did not tell me a single word, yet lent me what felt like an encyclopedia of the ages, via telepathy.
Any amount of dmt i now smoalk i am hypersensitive to, so 8mg brings me to a place where i can re-connect and check up on my entity friend who cared for me when i decided to jump off a psychedelic cliff, whether i had a parachute i will never know. How lucky i was.... The entity let me know i had somewhere to go, to call home if ever need be.
This was when i was 16 man... i am almost 30 now, and i still am processing this trip, and have realized i always will be. Its an unprocessable trip to describe to someone with what language we are given. I have grown more comfortable with what i experienced though, and thats all that matters.
