Hello members,
BGTM was introduced rather crudely to dmt a little over a year ago. Someone who didnt know what he was doing had purchased some and brought it to a small party. BGTM took two hits, probably burning most of the spice. The taste was awful, and the smoke was so hot it slightly burned BGTMs mouth and throat. There was a loud buzzing and a strong vibrating sensation. When BGTM closed his eyes there were streaks of red and white light darting back and forth. The streaks were juxtaposed on a fluid or seemingly melting background. This lasted about 30 seconds. The visuals were interesting, but the body load after, combined with the discomfort from smoking gave BGTM no reason to pursue dmt himself.
That changed when a close friend opened BGTMs mind when she revealed and explained her experiences with dmt as a marine biology student in Sydney. BGTM spent the next month doing research and compiling supplies for his first extraction. BGTM used a hybrid of nomans and lazy mans tek to perform his extraction. BGTM turned 500g of mhb into 2.5 g of yellow crystals and .9 g of white/cream crystals. BGTM was hoping for 5-7 g, but was pleased with the quality of his product, as his extractions produced virtually no sludge. The primary problem plaguing BGTMs first extraction was getting the naphtha to separate. When he dumped his emulsion, there was a layer of ~400ml of a very runny brown liquid resting on top of the bark/lye/water mixture. BGTM does not know what caused this, but he determined that his unretrieved naphtha and 1.5-3.5g of spice likely rested in the hypo layer. For his second extraction he plans on using a higher lye to water ratio and will use a crock pot to heat the emulsion.
BGTM did his research and read numerous, rave reviews of "the machine." He built his machine out of a hennessy shooter and untreated steel wool. BGTM weighted out a 50mg dose, loaded it into his machine and failed epically. His first attempt with his own dmt was very similar to his initial experience. Surprisingly the taste wasnt all that bad. However, the vapor or smoke, BGTM wasnt sure if he was burning it or not, was too hot. He could hardly hold it for more than a few seconds before coughing. Additionally he burnt his lips, producing a distracting discomfort, killing his trip. He again got some interesting visuals and felt like he was moving towards a wall of flowing water, but he didnt make it through. BGTM attempted to smoke with his machine roughly 10 more times, failing each time, some worse than others. He contemplated giving up, but decided to take one more potential avenue towards hyperspace.
BGTM purchased a glass vapor genie and a quality torch lighter. The price tags were high, but to say they were worth it would be a drastic understatement. BGTM has a few sleep disorders and is far more nocturnal than diurnal. For this reason, BGTM chose to make his first attempt with the vapor genie at night in his room. He has no overhead light, he draped a pillow case over his lamp to reduce the harshness of the artificial light. BGTM melted the crystals and set the pipe down. He spent the next few minutes taking sips of water and deep breaths, trying to calm himself as he was quite nervous. He took a long slow hit and was astounded when the vapor was tasteless and cool. He held it for ~20 seconds, exhaled, took a couple breaths and took another hit. He was already feeling the effects, the pipe and the flame looked slightly off. He repeated his steps and attempted a third hit, (which he now knows is unnecessary, as he can clear his dose in two hits.) When taking the third hit, he knew what he was doing, but he wasnt really conscious of why he was doing it. While holding the third hit he saw someone or something dart across his room. He exhaled quickly and was stunned when a very dense, white stream of vapor flowed from his mouth. BGTM doesnt imagine a friend would have seen the same cloud coming from his mouth, but it was an interesting sight. BGTM slipped under his covers and closed his eyes, he was immediately transported into a new world. There was no helix, no tunnel, no wall, no veil. The world was purple, black and white. It was almost cubist, like something in a Picasso painting, but more stark and uniform. Seemingly inches in front of him was a tall, purple, male alien with an egg shaped head wearing black. He turned towards him, but he had no face. Behind him were two short, similar female aliens sitting at a table. They took his hands and started pulling him forward. When they stopped, one of the girls ran through his body, then the other did the same. He knew something else was taking place in front of him, but either couldnt decipher it or didnt remember it. The transition out of hyperspace was like a trip in and of itself. When he finally regained consciousness of his reality, he was breathing very heavily and was completely euphoric. He didnt move for about 30 minutes. He just smiled and tried to recount what just happened. Since his initial journey BGTM has entered hyperspace numerous times. Each utterly unique and mesmeric.
BGTM would like to thank the nexus and its members. Many of you, however unknowingly, walked him through his journey and were either directly or indirectly responsible for his ultimate embarkment into hyperspace.
BGTM can only hope that this will help or aid at least one person take flight, or at the very least entertain the more educated members. BGTM attempts to pass his wisdom when ever he can. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he has very little to spread.
BGTM was introduced rather crudely to dmt a little over a year ago. Someone who didnt know what he was doing had purchased some and brought it to a small party. BGTM took two hits, probably burning most of the spice. The taste was awful, and the smoke was so hot it slightly burned BGTMs mouth and throat. There was a loud buzzing and a strong vibrating sensation. When BGTM closed his eyes there were streaks of red and white light darting back and forth. The streaks were juxtaposed on a fluid or seemingly melting background. This lasted about 30 seconds. The visuals were interesting, but the body load after, combined with the discomfort from smoking gave BGTM no reason to pursue dmt himself.
That changed when a close friend opened BGTMs mind when she revealed and explained her experiences with dmt as a marine biology student in Sydney. BGTM spent the next month doing research and compiling supplies for his first extraction. BGTM used a hybrid of nomans and lazy mans tek to perform his extraction. BGTM turned 500g of mhb into 2.5 g of yellow crystals and .9 g of white/cream crystals. BGTM was hoping for 5-7 g, but was pleased with the quality of his product, as his extractions produced virtually no sludge. The primary problem plaguing BGTMs first extraction was getting the naphtha to separate. When he dumped his emulsion, there was a layer of ~400ml of a very runny brown liquid resting on top of the bark/lye/water mixture. BGTM does not know what caused this, but he determined that his unretrieved naphtha and 1.5-3.5g of spice likely rested in the hypo layer. For his second extraction he plans on using a higher lye to water ratio and will use a crock pot to heat the emulsion.
BGTM did his research and read numerous, rave reviews of "the machine." He built his machine out of a hennessy shooter and untreated steel wool. BGTM weighted out a 50mg dose, loaded it into his machine and failed epically. His first attempt with his own dmt was very similar to his initial experience. Surprisingly the taste wasnt all that bad. However, the vapor or smoke, BGTM wasnt sure if he was burning it or not, was too hot. He could hardly hold it for more than a few seconds before coughing. Additionally he burnt his lips, producing a distracting discomfort, killing his trip. He again got some interesting visuals and felt like he was moving towards a wall of flowing water, but he didnt make it through. BGTM attempted to smoke with his machine roughly 10 more times, failing each time, some worse than others. He contemplated giving up, but decided to take one more potential avenue towards hyperspace.
BGTM purchased a glass vapor genie and a quality torch lighter. The price tags were high, but to say they were worth it would be a drastic understatement. BGTM has a few sleep disorders and is far more nocturnal than diurnal. For this reason, BGTM chose to make his first attempt with the vapor genie at night in his room. He has no overhead light, he draped a pillow case over his lamp to reduce the harshness of the artificial light. BGTM melted the crystals and set the pipe down. He spent the next few minutes taking sips of water and deep breaths, trying to calm himself as he was quite nervous. He took a long slow hit and was astounded when the vapor was tasteless and cool. He held it for ~20 seconds, exhaled, took a couple breaths and took another hit. He was already feeling the effects, the pipe and the flame looked slightly off. He repeated his steps and attempted a third hit, (which he now knows is unnecessary, as he can clear his dose in two hits.) When taking the third hit, he knew what he was doing, but he wasnt really conscious of why he was doing it. While holding the third hit he saw someone or something dart across his room. He exhaled quickly and was stunned when a very dense, white stream of vapor flowed from his mouth. BGTM doesnt imagine a friend would have seen the same cloud coming from his mouth, but it was an interesting sight. BGTM slipped under his covers and closed his eyes, he was immediately transported into a new world. There was no helix, no tunnel, no wall, no veil. The world was purple, black and white. It was almost cubist, like something in a Picasso painting, but more stark and uniform. Seemingly inches in front of him was a tall, purple, male alien with an egg shaped head wearing black. He turned towards him, but he had no face. Behind him were two short, similar female aliens sitting at a table. They took his hands and started pulling him forward. When they stopped, one of the girls ran through his body, then the other did the same. He knew something else was taking place in front of him, but either couldnt decipher it or didnt remember it. The transition out of hyperspace was like a trip in and of itself. When he finally regained consciousness of his reality, he was breathing very heavily and was completely euphoric. He didnt move for about 30 minutes. He just smiled and tried to recount what just happened. Since his initial journey BGTM has entered hyperspace numerous times. Each utterly unique and mesmeric.
BGTM would like to thank the nexus and its members. Many of you, however unknowingly, walked him through his journey and were either directly or indirectly responsible for his ultimate embarkment into hyperspace.
BGTM can only hope that this will help or aid at least one person take flight, or at the very least entertain the more educated members. BGTM attempts to pass his wisdom when ever he can. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he has very little to spread.
