yunggangster
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I have only been doing DMT for maybe 8 months. I have had a number of ineffable awe inducing experiences and have seen (not spoken to) a couple entities before. These entity sightings didn't bring about much to enhance the understanding of hyperspace and instead were on mild enough doses to where they more resembled new insights about my human experience. Most of my doses seem to range from 15mg to 40mg,
The other night, I had been out drinking with some friends and the thought of smoking some DMT popped into my head as it had been about a month since my last real dose not including meditation with micro dosing. I end up getting home pretty inebriated and this is where I definitely should have pumped the breaks on blasting off yet, I still decided to go for it. When I first smoked the spice, I was met with the most intense experience I have ever had with it. I saw my world around me rip itself apart and wrap me in almost a silo of light and warm color. Profound discoveries of determinism and the events leading to the experience entered my mind before the experience closed out with my music coming back into my sonic world and a large grid filling my visual field (simulation theory????). However, the amnesia effect was high so I decided to smoke again.
The second dose's setting was off... I felt as if it was obvious to me that an attempt to re enter would be disrespectful especially given my state. I was self conscious of the fact I was drunk. Despite this, I went in for another dose equally as big as the first. I smoked this bowl and the physical world was no longer accessible to me. I was sitting on my bed, put my bong down, and all the sudden I was blasted off again but this time, instead of my favorite warm orange, yellows, and reds, I was met with cold purple and blue visuals. The visuals were made up of a unit of energy it seemed, like sticks of plasma. These units were all placed in an extreme method of organization as a backdrop for a massive Mantid bust made of the same energy. All I can recall was this feeling of all my love, my happiness, and my personal autonomy being sucked out from me in confrontation with this Mantid. I never felt more scolded and ashamed in my life, the feeling was retched like I was kicking and crying to be let out and forgave yet the Mantid seemed ultimately indifferent and emotionless to my plight even as the experience started to dissolve.
When I woke up, I found myself face first on my floor in a large puddle of tears. I realized the next day I must have passed out and fallen forward after hitting my bong which also may have caused the experience to be harsher. However, I have come to believe through reading threads here and research in other corners of the internet that the alcohol is to blame for all of this. My experience was not dulled like it usually is if i have been drinking but the cruel nature of the second experience must be from my irresponsible mix. I also feel I can blame the alcohol for my lack of judgement when deciding to engage in these experiences while inebriated.
Overall though, I do consider this to be an amazing experience as the amnesia leaves me disconnected enough to not be able to take it too personally. Yet what I do remember serves as a great slap in the face (most likely fucking faceplanted) for disrespecting the experience and is a lesson I will remember forever.
Please let me know if you have had any experiences like this??? Specifically with alcohol or the Mantid??? The mantid was being such an asshole XDDD
The other night, I had been out drinking with some friends and the thought of smoking some DMT popped into my head as it had been about a month since my last real dose not including meditation with micro dosing. I end up getting home pretty inebriated and this is where I definitely should have pumped the breaks on blasting off yet, I still decided to go for it. When I first smoked the spice, I was met with the most intense experience I have ever had with it. I saw my world around me rip itself apart and wrap me in almost a silo of light and warm color. Profound discoveries of determinism and the events leading to the experience entered my mind before the experience closed out with my music coming back into my sonic world and a large grid filling my visual field (simulation theory????). However, the amnesia effect was high so I decided to smoke again.
The second dose's setting was off... I felt as if it was obvious to me that an attempt to re enter would be disrespectful especially given my state. I was self conscious of the fact I was drunk. Despite this, I went in for another dose equally as big as the first. I smoked this bowl and the physical world was no longer accessible to me. I was sitting on my bed, put my bong down, and all the sudden I was blasted off again but this time, instead of my favorite warm orange, yellows, and reds, I was met with cold purple and blue visuals. The visuals were made up of a unit of energy it seemed, like sticks of plasma. These units were all placed in an extreme method of organization as a backdrop for a massive Mantid bust made of the same energy. All I can recall was this feeling of all my love, my happiness, and my personal autonomy being sucked out from me in confrontation with this Mantid. I never felt more scolded and ashamed in my life, the feeling was retched like I was kicking and crying to be let out and forgave yet the Mantid seemed ultimately indifferent and emotionless to my plight even as the experience started to dissolve.
When I woke up, I found myself face first on my floor in a large puddle of tears. I realized the next day I must have passed out and fallen forward after hitting my bong which also may have caused the experience to be harsher. However, I have come to believe through reading threads here and research in other corners of the internet that the alcohol is to blame for all of this. My experience was not dulled like it usually is if i have been drinking but the cruel nature of the second experience must be from my irresponsible mix. I also feel I can blame the alcohol for my lack of judgement when deciding to engage in these experiences while inebriated.
Overall though, I do consider this to be an amazing experience as the amnesia leaves me disconnected enough to not be able to take it too personally. Yet what I do remember serves as a great slap in the face (most likely fucking faceplanted) for disrespecting the experience and is a lesson I will remember forever.
Please let me know if you have had any experiences like this??? Specifically with alcohol or the Mantid??? The mantid was being such an asshole XDDD
