harald25
Rising Star
Hi!
The previous week me and two friends have been on a quest to extract and smoke DMT.
None of us had ever tried extracting or smoking this divine stuff before, so we where very excited.
The extraction went well, and after 3 days we measured 2,5grams of rubber-smelling yellow powder.
We all wanted to be well prepared for this journey, and we spent the week playing music, painting, watching the moon-eclipse, meditating and relaxing.
We decided to journey to hyperspace on Saturday, and we each ate 4grams of psilocybin mushrooms on Friday.
During this psilocybin trip I saw visions of paintings to be painted and heard music to be made.
All in all I felt very calm and relaxed after this, and I felt more ready than ever to journey to hyperspace the next day.
I now know that it probably was stupid to do psilocybin mushrooms the day before smoking DMT. It simply didn't occur to me at the time that the psilocybin tolerance would affect my DMT experience.
Saturday came, and we loaded up a tiny amount of DMT on our glass bong.
I was the first to test it, and I took one medium hit.
After a short while I felt energy building up in my body. It was as though my cells had started to vibrate really fast.
All the sounds around me fused and became one single humming noise instead.
The bricks that made up the wall I was looking at started morphing into each other slightly, and then it stopped as fast as it had started.
After everyone had tried a small test-hit we decided to move sun beds out in the garden instead of sitting inside on such a beautiful day.
We each tried to reach hyperspace three times, but none of us felt like they had a breakthrough.
At the most I did to hits, as large as I could possibly take, but I still didn't feel like I broke through.
Here's the best description I can give of my experiences:
After hitting the bong twice, I felt the enormous amounts of energy rushing through me and I lay down on the sun bed.
My vision was filled with the most beautifully colored patterns I have ever seen. Constantly changing, but always perfect in some sense.
I got a feeling that all this was coming from something, and we later named this something "the mightyness".
While watching these patters I controlled my breath, but I totally forgot the rest of my material body.
After 3-5 minutes(I think at least) I opened my eyes, and the nature around med looked stunningly beautiful.
I could see exactly how the clouds where shaped, and the sky had the most brilliant blue/white gradient color to it.
After our attempts we discussed our experiences and concluded that we should postpone further testing to the next day.
By this time we had guessed that our psilocybin-trip from the day before might be affecting the effect of the DMT.
None of us felt like breaking through, and from all the descriptions I've read on the Internet I am certain there is more to experience.
So we went for a walk to the ocean, listened to the waves crashing on to land.
Went home, smoked some cannabis and played a game of RISK, and went to bed early.
The next day we rigged up the living room for new attempts, and decided to do more hits, and hold the smoke for as long as we could.
We each did three tries this day too. With increasing amounts for each try.
The effects was the same as the day before, but much stronger.
I saw patterns resembling those from my previous attempts, but this time they had a slightly different quality to them.
I once again felt like the patterns where coming from something. But this time it felt like this something was my opposite.
I vaguely remembered Terence McKenna saying that DMT was somehow erotic, and I think I can understand what he meant by that.
It was my female opposite showing herself to me. She didn't resemble anything human or familiar though.
I was like she was dancing in front of me, always changing color and pattern. Sending me feelings of love and compassion.
When I opened my eyes the world looked so magical I was completely amazed. The trees outside the window looked like they where stretching out to touch me.
Everything looked so sharp and clear I almost couldn't believe it. And slowly it all faded away.
Afterwards I felt rested like after a good nights sleep. My mood was high up in the sky, and during the last bit of the experience I couldn't do anything but smile.
This didn't feel like a breakthrough either after reading about other peoples experience.
But I didn't feel like I would get anything more out of the DMT that day. I remember saying to my buddies after this last journey "well, that was as intense as I want it to be for now".
They agreed, and we decided to save the rest for a time we where 100% certain no other psychedelic would cause cross-tolerance.
I feel like these experiences, both the psilocybin and the DMT, have given me some new goals.
I feel compelled to paint, draw or photograph anything that can at least vaguely resemble what I experienced the last week.
The previous week me and two friends have been on a quest to extract and smoke DMT.
None of us had ever tried extracting or smoking this divine stuff before, so we where very excited.
The extraction went well, and after 3 days we measured 2,5grams of rubber-smelling yellow powder.
We all wanted to be well prepared for this journey, and we spent the week playing music, painting, watching the moon-eclipse, meditating and relaxing.
We decided to journey to hyperspace on Saturday, and we each ate 4grams of psilocybin mushrooms on Friday.
During this psilocybin trip I saw visions of paintings to be painted and heard music to be made.
All in all I felt very calm and relaxed after this, and I felt more ready than ever to journey to hyperspace the next day.
I now know that it probably was stupid to do psilocybin mushrooms the day before smoking DMT. It simply didn't occur to me at the time that the psilocybin tolerance would affect my DMT experience.
Saturday came, and we loaded up a tiny amount of DMT on our glass bong.
I was the first to test it, and I took one medium hit.
After a short while I felt energy building up in my body. It was as though my cells had started to vibrate really fast.
All the sounds around me fused and became one single humming noise instead.
The bricks that made up the wall I was looking at started morphing into each other slightly, and then it stopped as fast as it had started.
After everyone had tried a small test-hit we decided to move sun beds out in the garden instead of sitting inside on such a beautiful day.
We each tried to reach hyperspace three times, but none of us felt like they had a breakthrough.
At the most I did to hits, as large as I could possibly take, but I still didn't feel like I broke through.
Here's the best description I can give of my experiences:
After hitting the bong twice, I felt the enormous amounts of energy rushing through me and I lay down on the sun bed.
My vision was filled with the most beautifully colored patterns I have ever seen. Constantly changing, but always perfect in some sense.
I got a feeling that all this was coming from something, and we later named this something "the mightyness".
While watching these patters I controlled my breath, but I totally forgot the rest of my material body.
After 3-5 minutes(I think at least) I opened my eyes, and the nature around med looked stunningly beautiful.
I could see exactly how the clouds where shaped, and the sky had the most brilliant blue/white gradient color to it.
After our attempts we discussed our experiences and concluded that we should postpone further testing to the next day.
By this time we had guessed that our psilocybin-trip from the day before might be affecting the effect of the DMT.
None of us felt like breaking through, and from all the descriptions I've read on the Internet I am certain there is more to experience.
So we went for a walk to the ocean, listened to the waves crashing on to land.
Went home, smoked some cannabis and played a game of RISK, and went to bed early.
The next day we rigged up the living room for new attempts, and decided to do more hits, and hold the smoke for as long as we could.
We each did three tries this day too. With increasing amounts for each try.
The effects was the same as the day before, but much stronger.
I saw patterns resembling those from my previous attempts, but this time they had a slightly different quality to them.
I once again felt like the patterns where coming from something. But this time it felt like this something was my opposite.
I vaguely remembered Terence McKenna saying that DMT was somehow erotic, and I think I can understand what he meant by that.
It was my female opposite showing herself to me. She didn't resemble anything human or familiar though.
I was like she was dancing in front of me, always changing color and pattern. Sending me feelings of love and compassion.
When I opened my eyes the world looked so magical I was completely amazed. The trees outside the window looked like they where stretching out to touch me.
Everything looked so sharp and clear I almost couldn't believe it. And slowly it all faded away.
Afterwards I felt rested like after a good nights sleep. My mood was high up in the sky, and during the last bit of the experience I couldn't do anything but smile.
This didn't feel like a breakthrough either after reading about other peoples experience.
But I didn't feel like I would get anything more out of the DMT that day. I remember saying to my buddies after this last journey "well, that was as intense as I want it to be for now".
They agreed, and we decided to save the rest for a time we where 100% certain no other psychedelic would cause cross-tolerance.
I feel like these experiences, both the psilocybin and the DMT, have given me some new goals.
I feel compelled to paint, draw or photograph anything that can at least vaguely resemble what I experienced the last week.