I began consuming and researching psychedelics in 1986. At that time I encountered brief and intriguing references to it in a few books.
In 1988 I met and fell in love with my husband. He was the first person I met in real life who had actually tried DMT . . . . back in the year when I was BORN (the 1960's) . . . it was synthetic but sold as a kind of pseudo-changa prep. He would receive squares of aluminum foil with parsley infused with DMT in them. They'd be single hits. He never broke through and neither did his peers.
In 1995 my husband was working as a housing contractor and got a job that evolved over a period of time into a permanent solo gig at one couple's house. The couple were SCARILY intelligent. Genius level intellects, DEEPLY classically educated as well as currently on the very screaming cutting edge of EVERYTHING, including personal lifestyle choices and practices.
After awhile the couple told my husband to quit addressing them formally. They said everyone who knew them this well and all their friends called them, "Gracie & Zarkov." We thought nothing of it.
One day my husband and Zarkov got into a deep conversation about The Grateful Dead, Tim Leary, the 1960's revolutions and what they did during those times. Psychedelics came up. One thing led to another and without being anything more than vague, Zarkov told my husband to enter, "Gracie & Zarkov," into ANY search engine . . . .
My husband came home and did just that. HOLY CRAP!
Gracie & Zarkov had published HEAVILY in the mid-1980's on the topic of DMT. We read some of their trip reports out loud together. I eventually got a signed copy of their famous, "Notes From the Underground."
This whole time, EVER since 1986 or so I KNEW I really wanted to try DMT before I died. I knew that this was somehow personally important to me. Even back when I was younger and just saw drugs as a path to getting high, to enhancing a party atmosphere . . . .
Time passed and things changed. I entered into a classic "mid-life crisis" that came to a terrible peak . . . .I was considering what felt like personally desperate options . . . . and somehow psychedelics popped back into my head after about a 20 year break from use . . . .
Within two months I saw an add in "High Times" for Salvia Divinorum. In no time at all I found the
www.sagewisdom.org site.
I began reading on psychedelics again, including a number of very cheezy, "Legal High" books. I started noticing in the references and notes sections of these books, consistent references to something called, "The Entheogen Review."
I researched The Entheogen Review, but by that time they were done with publishing. Fortunately for me they were offering ALL of their issues compiled onto a disk for about $40. I jumped on this opportunity.
I read EVERY SINGLE word, including all references and notes of ALL of those ER's, from 1992 to 2008. I was hungry, I was a dry sponge, thrown into a lake of clean, clear water . . . .
In Fall, 2006 (I think) there was an ER article by a guy called Noman called, "DMT for the Masses," and it had a simple STB tek. At this point I had tried a couple horrible teks, basically from youtube and other super-sketch sources and had yielded nothing that appeared safe or useable . . . .
A 2008 edition of ER had an Addendum to the 2006 article, changing a few minor things.
Taking the original article and the addendum I completed my first successful extraction. It was so WHITE! It looked good. It smelled floral. I had done it! I was nervous . . . . knew on some level that the meth pipe I had purchased for DMT use would immediately be destroyed OR become my very best friend after I tried it. I deferred this first experiment.
The DMT sat in a vial in my fridge for a couple of weeks. I think I sent my power bill through the roof that month - I looked in that 'fridge so many times every day . . . .
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I tried the DMT at a sub-breakthrough level and was AMAZED. I had never had an experience like that, even though I had flooded with LSD and broken through with salvia. . . .
One of the final articles in ER was Entropymancer's (DMT Nexus member) Jungle Spice article. Fascinating! One of the best parts was the annotated notes at the end. And so many of those were weird.. They kept having crazy quotes from guys with hilarious (I thought) usernames from some place called DMT-Nexus.
Intrigued, and already liking the name very much, I borrowed a computer and checked the site. Wow! I lurked for awhile, but all other sites and groups I had found seemed utterly lame when it came to DMT discussion . . . .
I finally created an account and made my first introductory post. I told a story that was dripping with the mid-life crisis I was still dealing with, including how I had recently quit a 10+ year addiction of opiates, muscle relaxants and SSRI anti-depressants.
I was rapidly welcomed and integrated into this community, even though I've always stood out for various reasons . . . and continue to be misunderstood.
Nonetheless, it's all good. I would never go back or even look back. The way out is through and this is NOT a bad thing, it is a beautiful thing.
Not sure if/when I'll use DMT again, but am sure that I will not be able to quit this community quite so easily . . .
Peace & Love
). At a given age, the information cult would send out mutations (failed specimens) to capture the "donors" and extract, or harvest, the DMT from the gland and administer to ancient decrepit women (Black Widows) who were wired into the infrastructure of the underground cities; these women would use the drug to "travel" through time and history, acting as repositories for all of human culture and history in a society that was determined to regulate this information out of existence. The women were, in fact, a sort of INTERNET, 10 years before 99% of the population had even heard the word!
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