SkepticalJay
Rising Star
SWIM wanted me to submit this DMT trip report:
I broke through for only the second time last night. Although I had originally planned to wait until this summer, I felt a strong urge to go through with it. Maybe it was the enormous full moon or something. In any case, mys second breakthrough was very different from my first breakthrough experience which was quite dark at times. Unfortunately, however, I was less prepared to record the experience this time so this account will be much shorter and less detailed.
I sandwiched 35mg of DMT between two layers of blue lotus leaf. I managed to vape and inhale the entire dose in one massive hit. In my previous breakthrough, which required two hits, I remember this gradual build of intensity until I broke through. Not this time. I broke through before I had even exhaled. In fact, my sitter told me that I held the smoke in for what seemed like over 50 seconds after I flopped my arm and VG to the side and laid my head back on the pillow behind me.
I barely had enough time to think "Wow, this is coming on pretty strong..." before I "dove" into a sea of color that surrounded me all at once. I found myself in this kind of soup that was simultaneously solid, liquid and vapor. My body was becoming a distant memory. I briefly held the thought "I'm either on DMT, insane, or dead, but I can't remember which..." This thought came with a slight tinge of anxiety, but as soon as I thought it these female beings materialized out of the color. Their bodies were made of the "landscape" that surrounded me. They communicated telepathically saying "What does it matter? Look at this!" They then caused these objects to appear from from within the soup, objects that are absolutely impossible to describe or put into words (I know most of you know what I'm talking about so I'll leave it at that).
Every time I had some vague, distant anxiety come up, they would answer it in the same way with these beautiful distractions that seemed to be made of limitless importance.
As I came back, basking in the afterglow, I slowly started to remember that I was supposed to try and remember. By then I had already forgotten so much which is frustrating. I honestly feel like the human brain is not equipped to retain these kinds of memories. Even the memories I do have of the experience seem like rough sketches of what actually was, as if my brain did its very best to create some sort of record, but I know that even the image in my mind is a cheap imitation of the experience itself.
The experience was extremely euphoric. I was overwhelmed by the beauty I beheld, but at the same time felt as if it were impossible for me to exist there for long - it was just too much. Yet now, I really miss that place.
Before entering the trip I had a question in mind. I wanted to know how to find the same sort of spiritual inspiration I get from DMT through other means, perhaps meditation. It seems strange that the response I received was the type of experience that actually makes me want to do more DMT. Although, after wards (and perhaps during) I did have a thought that the realm I found myself was actually "inside" a mandala. Maybe I should start meditating with one more often. In any case, I feel like even awesome euphoric experiences need to be integrated in their own time, so I don't plan on returning to hyperspace for some time, until I know how the experience relates to my question.
I broke through for only the second time last night. Although I had originally planned to wait until this summer, I felt a strong urge to go through with it. Maybe it was the enormous full moon or something. In any case, mys second breakthrough was very different from my first breakthrough experience which was quite dark at times. Unfortunately, however, I was less prepared to record the experience this time so this account will be much shorter and less detailed.
I sandwiched 35mg of DMT between two layers of blue lotus leaf. I managed to vape and inhale the entire dose in one massive hit. In my previous breakthrough, which required two hits, I remember this gradual build of intensity until I broke through. Not this time. I broke through before I had even exhaled. In fact, my sitter told me that I held the smoke in for what seemed like over 50 seconds after I flopped my arm and VG to the side and laid my head back on the pillow behind me.
I barely had enough time to think "Wow, this is coming on pretty strong..." before I "dove" into a sea of color that surrounded me all at once. I found myself in this kind of soup that was simultaneously solid, liquid and vapor. My body was becoming a distant memory. I briefly held the thought "I'm either on DMT, insane, or dead, but I can't remember which..." This thought came with a slight tinge of anxiety, but as soon as I thought it these female beings materialized out of the color. Their bodies were made of the "landscape" that surrounded me. They communicated telepathically saying "What does it matter? Look at this!" They then caused these objects to appear from from within the soup, objects that are absolutely impossible to describe or put into words (I know most of you know what I'm talking about so I'll leave it at that).
Every time I had some vague, distant anxiety come up, they would answer it in the same way with these beautiful distractions that seemed to be made of limitless importance.
As I came back, basking in the afterglow, I slowly started to remember that I was supposed to try and remember. By then I had already forgotten so much which is frustrating. I honestly feel like the human brain is not equipped to retain these kinds of memories. Even the memories I do have of the experience seem like rough sketches of what actually was, as if my brain did its very best to create some sort of record, but I know that even the image in my mind is a cheap imitation of the experience itself.
The experience was extremely euphoric. I was overwhelmed by the beauty I beheld, but at the same time felt as if it were impossible for me to exist there for long - it was just too much. Yet now, I really miss that place.
Before entering the trip I had a question in mind. I wanted to know how to find the same sort of spiritual inspiration I get from DMT through other means, perhaps meditation. It seems strange that the response I received was the type of experience that actually makes me want to do more DMT. Although, after wards (and perhaps during) I did have a thought that the realm I found myself was actually "inside" a mandala. Maybe I should start meditating with one more often. In any case, I feel like even awesome euphoric experiences need to be integrated in their own time, so I don't plan on returning to hyperspace for some time, until I know how the experience relates to my question.