One_imaginary_girl
Rising Star
This is my report as submitted to Erowid, although unfortunately it didn't get published. I think perhaps it is a little unoriginal in regards to what they already have on there. Nevertheless, I hope those that read it enjoy it.
My DMT trip was precipitated by a period of reading about the chemical and it's effects and a longing to try it for myself, especially after lack-lustre LSD visuals on many occasions. I craved something that would truly blow my mind, and to continue my new-found spiritual awakening. Despite this, I couldn't have prepared for my DMT experience and never by drawing, writing, or speaking could I explain in a way that would do it justice.
Drawing in the smoke one hit after another, handed to me by my friend Max, I took deep inhalations and felt the thick smoke seep down my throat and into my lungs. It didn't hurt like I had heard so I took around six hits with relative ease. Max was rather surprised at this, commenting on my 'lungs of steel', although I believe my previous decision to deal with the smoke and get a breakthrough experience acted as a precursor here.
Things started shifting around me as I undertook the last two or three drags, my surroundings rippling as if I were swimming in them. I refused the pipe as with a sense of urgency I realised I was on my way and there was no time for another hit. I think I closed my eyes. Feeling the force of it physically as if dragged by my heart chakra, I was rushed into another place. A world, a dimension, a universe... the universe? The space was full of rich, warm colours, the most intense colours imagined, and every one too, dominated by a feeling of orange and purple (these words 'purple', 'orange' do not do the colours justice). I feel a sense of overwhelming fear as the most complex and intricate shapes swirled around me and I was dragged into a whirl-winded tunnel world. Every point I looked to opened opened up a new infinite of fractals. They were all there, whoever they were; they were beautiful creatures of heaven and earth and that in between which we rarely get a glimpse of in this life. I now know these creatures to be the infamous machine elves. They were reaching out to me, calling me, and I remember at some points feeling I did not know what I needed, but I might've needed something, water, to stand... was I OK? And then, let go. There was one female entity in particular to the left of the centre of the spiralling vortex who really connected with me. She accepted me, wanted me to be there, and was inviting me with open arms. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go to this higher state of being-ness... and in retrospect perhaps when/if I am ready, I can go back there and go up into........(?)
My memory is higgledy-piggledy, and after this point I do not remember what happened other than at some point I opened my eyes, still feeling a bit weird and shaken up. I looked around at the colours and patterns, previously impossible, beautiful and alien structures pulsating on the walls and shifting shapes on my friends faces. I must've spoken, not sure of the first thing I said (“that was amaaazing!”?). I was humbled. Max offered me juice and I lifted the carton to my lips, drinking as if I had never drunk juice before and was holding life force in my hand. I still felt distinctly strange but knowing I had witnessed something special and magical I started talking about my trip. I did briefly wonder with a little anxiety when it would all stop completely, but started slowly coming down and felt more at ease, relaxed, and euphoric about what I had experienced. Now about an hour has passed and after a few tokes of a spliff feel innocently smug, privileged perhaps, for where I went, what I saw and those I met...
This is easily the most powerful compound I have had experience with and demands respect; it was not the easiest of highs. I wonder how much the reports I read or McKenna's audio descriptions effected my experience, and feel my intentions (grown from being a curious, wide eyed first timer) would benefit from being more spiritually focused next time. An interesting after note is a few weeks later on a low dose of acid I saw bright blue emanating from my lovers third eye whilst kissing, and have had new sensations around my own third eye. I'm still not sure what I think of all this but I am open to it and it seems DMT has acted as a catalyst.
I'm glad that I did DMT, that I did it in the company of the experienced and the caring, and am excited at the possibility of doing it again in the future. Anything could happen. Nothing is impossible. I have glimpsed into the sublime.
My DMT trip was precipitated by a period of reading about the chemical and it's effects and a longing to try it for myself, especially after lack-lustre LSD visuals on many occasions. I craved something that would truly blow my mind, and to continue my new-found spiritual awakening. Despite this, I couldn't have prepared for my DMT experience and never by drawing, writing, or speaking could I explain in a way that would do it justice.
Drawing in the smoke one hit after another, handed to me by my friend Max, I took deep inhalations and felt the thick smoke seep down my throat and into my lungs. It didn't hurt like I had heard so I took around six hits with relative ease. Max was rather surprised at this, commenting on my 'lungs of steel', although I believe my previous decision to deal with the smoke and get a breakthrough experience acted as a precursor here.
Things started shifting around me as I undertook the last two or three drags, my surroundings rippling as if I were swimming in them. I refused the pipe as with a sense of urgency I realised I was on my way and there was no time for another hit. I think I closed my eyes. Feeling the force of it physically as if dragged by my heart chakra, I was rushed into another place. A world, a dimension, a universe... the universe? The space was full of rich, warm colours, the most intense colours imagined, and every one too, dominated by a feeling of orange and purple (these words 'purple', 'orange' do not do the colours justice). I feel a sense of overwhelming fear as the most complex and intricate shapes swirled around me and I was dragged into a whirl-winded tunnel world. Every point I looked to opened opened up a new infinite of fractals. They were all there, whoever they were; they were beautiful creatures of heaven and earth and that in between which we rarely get a glimpse of in this life. I now know these creatures to be the infamous machine elves. They were reaching out to me, calling me, and I remember at some points feeling I did not know what I needed, but I might've needed something, water, to stand... was I OK? And then, let go. There was one female entity in particular to the left of the centre of the spiralling vortex who really connected with me. She accepted me, wanted me to be there, and was inviting me with open arms. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go to this higher state of being-ness... and in retrospect perhaps when/if I am ready, I can go back there and go up into........(?)
My memory is higgledy-piggledy, and after this point I do not remember what happened other than at some point I opened my eyes, still feeling a bit weird and shaken up. I looked around at the colours and patterns, previously impossible, beautiful and alien structures pulsating on the walls and shifting shapes on my friends faces. I must've spoken, not sure of the first thing I said (“that was amaaazing!”?). I was humbled. Max offered me juice and I lifted the carton to my lips, drinking as if I had never drunk juice before and was holding life force in my hand. I still felt distinctly strange but knowing I had witnessed something special and magical I started talking about my trip. I did briefly wonder with a little anxiety when it would all stop completely, but started slowly coming down and felt more at ease, relaxed, and euphoric about what I had experienced. Now about an hour has passed and after a few tokes of a spliff feel innocently smug, privileged perhaps, for where I went, what I saw and those I met...
This is easily the most powerful compound I have had experience with and demands respect; it was not the easiest of highs. I wonder how much the reports I read or McKenna's audio descriptions effected my experience, and feel my intentions (grown from being a curious, wide eyed first timer) would benefit from being more spiritually focused next time. An interesting after note is a few weeks later on a low dose of acid I saw bright blue emanating from my lovers third eye whilst kissing, and have had new sensations around my own third eye. I'm still not sure what I think of all this but I am open to it and it seems DMT has acted as a catalyst.
I'm glad that I did DMT, that I did it in the company of the experienced and the caring, and am excited at the possibility of doing it again in the future. Anything could happen. Nothing is impossible. I have glimpsed into the sublime.
