The following is personal pure speculation of course. But I think it is maybe of some importance to talk about aborted trips, aborted by the other side.
I got aborted on peak 2 minutes in. And it was disturbing to sit with open eyes totally confused what just happened and having a shaking view with several layers of realty and seeing different stuff in every object.
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After the experience of getting kicked out—which was quite intense to deal with—I’ve been reflecting on the situation. Even though I’m convinced the other party handled it as considerately as possible, I realize it can still be very unsettling, and the process doesn't always involve much support or reassurance from the other side.
That’s why I think this could be a valuable thread, especially if others share similar experiences and how they handled them. I imagine getting kicked out like that is always unpleasant and potentially embarrassing—especially when sharing it openly in a community—because I don’t think anyone here views DMT (and what lies behind it) as anything less than something profound, with significance far beyond the individual. (I don't want to get into specific details here.)
My last dose of 45mg+ prior to today was a few weeks ago; my recent experiences had been building trust, and during the peak of one trip, I was even "told" that I was very welcome. I usually got a certain feeling inside when the time was right again—as if my subconscious, or something similar, had a connection and was guiding me on when, where, and how...
Since that last dose, my evenings usually started with one beer, then two, then three. For some reason, I suddenly fell into the habit of listening to music from my mid-20s, mentally trapping myself in a cycle I wanted to break but couldn't.
During this time, I also began to suspect that I had somehow lost my connection. I could no longer tell or gauge whether I should smoke DMT—something that had previously been a matter of intuitive knowledge. I just knew I was long overdue—way too long—and that I had somehow ended up at a point where I shouldn't be for the time being. I have to admit that something happened which was originally a taboo—a "no-go"—for me, something I would never have considered acceptable. Yet, because the pipe was just lying around, I ended up smoking 10mg doses of DMT after having a beer. It didn't happen constantly, but it occurred a few times until I thought, "What the hell is this? I don't even want this." So, I locked the pipe and the DMT away in the cupboard—the place where I felt those things belonged.
During that time, I had also stopped my daily meditations and reflective journaling. I was practically the opposite of the person I had set out to become.
I really think the interplay of factors—and the fact that I started this morning's session without the right mindset or setting—combined to lead to the experience I had today.
I got aborted on peak 2 minutes in. And it was disturbing to sit with open eyes totally confused what just happened and having a shaking view with several layers of realty and seeing different stuff in every object.
Report over here
After the experience of getting kicked out—which was quite intense to deal with—I’ve been reflecting on the situation. Even though I’m convinced the other party handled it as considerately as possible, I realize it can still be very unsettling, and the process doesn't always involve much support or reassurance from the other side.
That’s why I think this could be a valuable thread, especially if others share similar experiences and how they handled them. I imagine getting kicked out like that is always unpleasant and potentially embarrassing—especially when sharing it openly in a community—because I don’t think anyone here views DMT (and what lies behind it) as anything less than something profound, with significance far beyond the individual. (I don't want to get into specific details here.)
My last dose of 45mg+ prior to today was a few weeks ago; my recent experiences had been building trust, and during the peak of one trip, I was even "told" that I was very welcome. I usually got a certain feeling inside when the time was right again—as if my subconscious, or something similar, had a connection and was guiding me on when, where, and how...
Since that last dose, my evenings usually started with one beer, then two, then three. For some reason, I suddenly fell into the habit of listening to music from my mid-20s, mentally trapping myself in a cycle I wanted to break but couldn't.
During this time, I also began to suspect that I had somehow lost my connection. I could no longer tell or gauge whether I should smoke DMT—something that had previously been a matter of intuitive knowledge. I just knew I was long overdue—way too long—and that I had somehow ended up at a point where I shouldn't be for the time being. I have to admit that something happened which was originally a taboo—a "no-go"—for me, something I would never have considered acceptable. Yet, because the pipe was just lying around, I ended up smoking 10mg doses of DMT after having a beer. It didn't happen constantly, but it occurred a few times until I thought, "What the hell is this? I don't even want this." So, I locked the pipe and the DMT away in the cupboard—the place where I felt those things belonged.
During that time, I had also stopped my daily meditations and reflective journaling. I was practically the opposite of the person I had set out to become.
I really think the interplay of factors—and the fact that I started this morning's session without the right mindset or setting—combined to lead to the experience I had today.
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