Hello, Nexians. Hope all is well with everyone in the community. Unfortunately, all has DEFINITELY not been well with me. :thumb_dow Lately, I have been experiencing quite some bad trips with dmt (2-for-2 over the past 2 weeks), the last one of which was profoundly, indescribably, terrible and hellish.
In an attempt to keep redundancies on the forum to a minimum, I have been scouring the nexus for any trip-reports describing bad trips of a similar character to mine, in hopes of finding some useful advice therein. So far, I haven't been successful, which has lead me to believe that my recent experiences on dmt are not only exceedingly bad, but UNIQUELY and SINGULARLY BAD.....So, I post here in the hopes of hearing from someone who can relate to these experiences, or (importantly) offer some real good advice/help.
Unfortunately, I feel it necessary to be as detailed as possible - I desperately need to vent this info. I REALLY REALLY appreciate all of those who will bear with me:
As always, in preparation of imbibing myself with spice, I have painstakingly taken all the necessary precautions to ensure a safe, informative/meaningful trip. In retrospect, I can't seem to pinpoint any faults or errors on my part: I am physically fit (jog 8 miles almost daily, weight lift, etc); practice a eating a healthy diet; been off SSRIs for about a month; attend to and invest in my daily consensus-reality life; ensure a safe, comfortable setting in which to administer the substance; etc. Furthermore, on all the occasions that begot a bad experience, I had only smoked (via a GVG) 30-40 mg of pure, white nndmt. I have followed this exact procedure a handful of times in the past, and had only experienced truly extraordinary/mind-expanding/wondrous things. So why the abrupt change recently?
Words truly fail me in an attempt to articulate these bad experiences. I cannot emphasize just HOW BAD and utterly hellish these experiences are. I am not, by any standards, feeble minded or cowardly: throughout the course of my life (in consensus reality) I have witnessed some truly horrifying, atrocious things - but I have NEVER been directly subjected to anything like this. I feel as if I am being punished - tormented - for some unspeakable sin I have committed, and which I have no memory of. I cannot conceive of a worse hell, fitting even for a monstrosity like adolph hitler.
Structurally, these trips all follow the same succession of events in a nearly identical way. It's like having a full blown panic attack....in the more tenebrous regions of the dmt hyperspace :shock: There's too much goddamn stimuli to process. It's overwhelmingly intense.
The only thing I can relate the environment of these experience to is the Hyperspace Lexicon's entry on "Folding Rooms". These hyperdimensional, geometric spaces fold into and collapse on one another - around me, through me, within me - at warp speed. It's extremely impersonal and violent, and it makes no difference whether my eyes or open or closed. At this point, I realize there's nothing I can do: it's just "happening", and I am completely, helplessly in the throes of it. Exacerbating the trip now, are thoughts of vomiting all over myself, hyperventilation, heart attack, seizure, "serotonin syndrome", my death. I try to avoid these negative thoughts on subsequent trips when this happens, but it's almost inevitable.
At this point, I can hear zany, childish circus music suffusing me - again, wailing at high speed. Same f***in tune every time. I can see the little dmt elf-things engaged in their activities (at rapid speed), only they're not at all like the "elves" I have encountered previously. These things are are very impersonal, and perceived as unintelligent and unconscious - they look and behave like mechanistic gears/tinker toys more than anything else (idk why I just called them elf-things - that's not apt) and go through the same motions on each bad trip.
Next, from this backdrop, hideous demonic hyperdimensional faces spring forth at me. Tubes/rods/maces/jagged glass objects are stuffed down my throat, deeper and deeper, in and out (do I need to mention the sexual imagery here?), and just when I think it can'y get any worse, it does.
Toward the end of this eternity, when I'm thoroughly insane, everything - all sensations - starts to collapse forward and in on itself in a single point. This is accompanied by a a disturbing, guttural groaning noise (produced by me?), and finally, my entire self pukes, or rather my entire self is puked into this singularity. And then its over, just like that, and I am gasping for breath, crying in relief, singing to console myself. Both times, I have been reduced to a pathetic, frightened animal.
Fortunately, I forget all of this pretty rapidly. However, today (a week later), when I vaped a measly 15 grams trying to coax myself back into everything, I was overwhelmed with anxiety and nearly panicked at the mere threshold effects and closed-eye, way-pre-breakthrough geometries. An attenuated memory of the hell described above entered the periphery of my awareness. I could sense that I was on the brink of that hellish place again, like it was a dark cloud hovering inches above my head.
Well, this is where I'm at. I'm a novice when it comes to dmt: a few sub-breakthroughs, a couple breakthroughs, and a couple eternities in hell. Before these latter experiences, I was astounded by the realities dmt showed me. There is so much to explore, so much knowledge and information to gain - and I had only just gotten my feet wet.
However, I'm not sure I'd ever touch dmt again if I knew I would have to experience that hell again. Perhaps - but only if angelic aliens, God, and Nirvana awaits me on the other side
Thanks for listening
Uhhhm...any help?
In an attempt to keep redundancies on the forum to a minimum, I have been scouring the nexus for any trip-reports describing bad trips of a similar character to mine, in hopes of finding some useful advice therein. So far, I haven't been successful, which has lead me to believe that my recent experiences on dmt are not only exceedingly bad, but UNIQUELY and SINGULARLY BAD.....So, I post here in the hopes of hearing from someone who can relate to these experiences, or (importantly) offer some real good advice/help.
Unfortunately, I feel it necessary to be as detailed as possible - I desperately need to vent this info. I REALLY REALLY appreciate all of those who will bear with me:
As always, in preparation of imbibing myself with spice, I have painstakingly taken all the necessary precautions to ensure a safe, informative/meaningful trip. In retrospect, I can't seem to pinpoint any faults or errors on my part: I am physically fit (jog 8 miles almost daily, weight lift, etc); practice a eating a healthy diet; been off SSRIs for about a month; attend to and invest in my daily consensus-reality life; ensure a safe, comfortable setting in which to administer the substance; etc. Furthermore, on all the occasions that begot a bad experience, I had only smoked (via a GVG) 30-40 mg of pure, white nndmt. I have followed this exact procedure a handful of times in the past, and had only experienced truly extraordinary/mind-expanding/wondrous things. So why the abrupt change recently?
Words truly fail me in an attempt to articulate these bad experiences. I cannot emphasize just HOW BAD and utterly hellish these experiences are. I am not, by any standards, feeble minded or cowardly: throughout the course of my life (in consensus reality) I have witnessed some truly horrifying, atrocious things - but I have NEVER been directly subjected to anything like this. I feel as if I am being punished - tormented - for some unspeakable sin I have committed, and which I have no memory of. I cannot conceive of a worse hell, fitting even for a monstrosity like adolph hitler.
Structurally, these trips all follow the same succession of events in a nearly identical way. It's like having a full blown panic attack....in the more tenebrous regions of the dmt hyperspace :shock: There's too much goddamn stimuli to process. It's overwhelmingly intense.
The only thing I can relate the environment of these experience to is the Hyperspace Lexicon's entry on "Folding Rooms". These hyperdimensional, geometric spaces fold into and collapse on one another - around me, through me, within me - at warp speed. It's extremely impersonal and violent, and it makes no difference whether my eyes or open or closed. At this point, I realize there's nothing I can do: it's just "happening", and I am completely, helplessly in the throes of it. Exacerbating the trip now, are thoughts of vomiting all over myself, hyperventilation, heart attack, seizure, "serotonin syndrome", my death. I try to avoid these negative thoughts on subsequent trips when this happens, but it's almost inevitable.
At this point, I can hear zany, childish circus music suffusing me - again, wailing at high speed. Same f***in tune every time. I can see the little dmt elf-things engaged in their activities (at rapid speed), only they're not at all like the "elves" I have encountered previously. These things are are very impersonal, and perceived as unintelligent and unconscious - they look and behave like mechanistic gears/tinker toys more than anything else (idk why I just called them elf-things - that's not apt) and go through the same motions on each bad trip.
Next, from this backdrop, hideous demonic hyperdimensional faces spring forth at me. Tubes/rods/maces/jagged glass objects are stuffed down my throat, deeper and deeper, in and out (do I need to mention the sexual imagery here?), and just when I think it can'y get any worse, it does.
Toward the end of this eternity, when I'm thoroughly insane, everything - all sensations - starts to collapse forward and in on itself in a single point. This is accompanied by a a disturbing, guttural groaning noise (produced by me?), and finally, my entire self pukes, or rather my entire self is puked into this singularity. And then its over, just like that, and I am gasping for breath, crying in relief, singing to console myself. Both times, I have been reduced to a pathetic, frightened animal.
Fortunately, I forget all of this pretty rapidly. However, today (a week later), when I vaped a measly 15 grams trying to coax myself back into everything, I was overwhelmed with anxiety and nearly panicked at the mere threshold effects and closed-eye, way-pre-breakthrough geometries. An attenuated memory of the hell described above entered the periphery of my awareness. I could sense that I was on the brink of that hellish place again, like it was a dark cloud hovering inches above my head.
Well, this is where I'm at. I'm a novice when it comes to dmt: a few sub-breakthroughs, a couple breakthroughs, and a couple eternities in hell. Before these latter experiences, I was astounded by the realities dmt showed me. There is so much to explore, so much knowledge and information to gain - and I had only just gotten my feet wet.
However, I'm not sure I'd ever touch dmt again if I knew I would have to experience that hell again. Perhaps - but only if angelic aliens, God, and Nirvana awaits me on the other side
Thanks for listening
Uhhhm...any help?