Permaculturalist
Rising Star
Last weekend was the first time I had ever tried DMT. Most incredible experience of my life. Before I talk about my trip you need to know a little about the set and setting.
I have been researching DMT and other mind exploring drugs for around a year n a half; finally felt that I had a grasp on what opportunities lay within these underutilized self-actualizing tools. So I began acquiring a small chemistry lab, root bark, and learned how to grow psychedelic mushrooms.
As well as I can describe my mind set, it goes something like this. Never get stuck on an ideology, never take anything for granted, feel deeply, waste nothing, understand nature and don't fight it, be the pupil while being the teacher.
I use to be one to complain and not do much about it but now I have come to realize I'm the only one that has power over my life, there are no more problems just solutions.
Now for the setting, three friends and I were on our way to a Mac & Wiz concert in MN. Stopping at one of my buddies places, they lit up a few bongs, talked about the concert and other current events etc.. Out of nowhere, my friend told one of his buddies I had recently made some DMT freebase. He then told us he had some... Only because the last time he took it, the experience was just too much he said, he didn't want it. The trip was him being a meteor shooting down to earth and stopping right above a spot in South America. He thought nothing of it, just that it was a trip produced by his head. He and his friends live to get fucked up. As soon as he told us about his trip I began to ponder the thought of maybe they were trying to tell him something, a shamanic retreat? . He said if he saw a map he could pick it out almost exactly.
I asked if I could take a trip and he told me he had enough for two people. We got one of his friends to make the commitment. We got the room prepared, pillows and blankets to make shit comfy, lights off, black light on, drumming music playing.
I hit the first bong, felt confused and disappointed because I could tell I wasn't going to break through. He hit the second one and curled up with his blanket, he was gone. Feeling mad/sad I was staring at the wall when the man with the DMT told me to hit it again..... little did I think it was going to work when all of a sudden it started happening, my lungs pushed all the air out, my head and body was very still and rigid yet I was relaxed. Moving through this tunnel I made out hieroglyphic like symbols with a hieroglyphic looking women chanting at me. She was neither mad nor happy, just infused with energy. It was tough to make everything out against the back of my black-light illuminated eye lids. That is mostly what I remember because before I was out of hyperspace, external stimuli interrupted me. The guy that had taken DMT before me kept saying what, what, what, what, and his friends were asking how it was. He kept responding with what. Upon exiting, it reinforced the notion that everything is always alright and always will be. As soon as I was gently carried through the worm hole and back into this material world, the other guy who took DMT, asked what he had taken. They told him DMT, he had no recollection of this. He then asked how you get it and what is it in.. Out of hyperspace came the words "It's in everything." As soon as I said it, the room became immediately quiet. Then someone made a joke about how he's never heard of someone blacking out form DMT. I proceeded with, he didn't black out, they blocked him out. Another silence, I then said it might be a wake up call. Some were wondering WTF I was talking, I felt like it had to be said.
My question is, what do you think about the meteor falling to South America and coming to an abrupt stop some height above the trees. And also do you know anyone that has taken DMT and he/she doesn't even remember. He could have seen/had something happen to him that was just to frightening or confusing to talk about. I don’t think that is the case as of now but that may change.
Any input I could ponder on would be greatly appreciated.
Much love,
Another You
I have been researching DMT and other mind exploring drugs for around a year n a half; finally felt that I had a grasp on what opportunities lay within these underutilized self-actualizing tools. So I began acquiring a small chemistry lab, root bark, and learned how to grow psychedelic mushrooms.
As well as I can describe my mind set, it goes something like this. Never get stuck on an ideology, never take anything for granted, feel deeply, waste nothing, understand nature and don't fight it, be the pupil while being the teacher.
I use to be one to complain and not do much about it but now I have come to realize I'm the only one that has power over my life, there are no more problems just solutions.
Now for the setting, three friends and I were on our way to a Mac & Wiz concert in MN. Stopping at one of my buddies places, they lit up a few bongs, talked about the concert and other current events etc.. Out of nowhere, my friend told one of his buddies I had recently made some DMT freebase. He then told us he had some... Only because the last time he took it, the experience was just too much he said, he didn't want it. The trip was him being a meteor shooting down to earth and stopping right above a spot in South America. He thought nothing of it, just that it was a trip produced by his head. He and his friends live to get fucked up. As soon as he told us about his trip I began to ponder the thought of maybe they were trying to tell him something, a shamanic retreat? . He said if he saw a map he could pick it out almost exactly.
I asked if I could take a trip and he told me he had enough for two people. We got one of his friends to make the commitment. We got the room prepared, pillows and blankets to make shit comfy, lights off, black light on, drumming music playing.
I hit the first bong, felt confused and disappointed because I could tell I wasn't going to break through. He hit the second one and curled up with his blanket, he was gone. Feeling mad/sad I was staring at the wall when the man with the DMT told me to hit it again..... little did I think it was going to work when all of a sudden it started happening, my lungs pushed all the air out, my head and body was very still and rigid yet I was relaxed. Moving through this tunnel I made out hieroglyphic like symbols with a hieroglyphic looking women chanting at me. She was neither mad nor happy, just infused with energy. It was tough to make everything out against the back of my black-light illuminated eye lids. That is mostly what I remember because before I was out of hyperspace, external stimuli interrupted me. The guy that had taken DMT before me kept saying what, what, what, what, and his friends were asking how it was. He kept responding with what. Upon exiting, it reinforced the notion that everything is always alright and always will be. As soon as I was gently carried through the worm hole and back into this material world, the other guy who took DMT, asked what he had taken. They told him DMT, he had no recollection of this. He then asked how you get it and what is it in.. Out of hyperspace came the words "It's in everything." As soon as I said it, the room became immediately quiet. Then someone made a joke about how he's never heard of someone blacking out form DMT. I proceeded with, he didn't black out, they blocked him out. Another silence, I then said it might be a wake up call. Some were wondering WTF I was talking, I felt like it had to be said.
My question is, what do you think about the meteor falling to South America and coming to an abrupt stop some height above the trees. And also do you know anyone that has taken DMT and he/she doesn't even remember. He could have seen/had something happen to him that was just to frightening or confusing to talk about. I don’t think that is the case as of now but that may change.
Any input I could ponder on would be greatly appreciated.
Much love,
Another You
