Obviously new and here, and this is how I go here.
I didn't search it out it found me. I was at a music festival and had a shirt of a certain artist, and was approached by a group of people who also appreciated this artist. After talking to them for a while all of us were under the influence of MDMA I was given a chunk of DMT to try later that night when I got home and was in a safe place.
I didn't get into it that night/morning and decided to learn up on what it is and how it works. So I had another camping gathering a few weeks later with many other like minded individuals, and decided I would try it then. So I packed up a glass pipe with a little herb and topped it off with small chunk, and sat down next to the fire on a blanket and a beanbag and blasted off. I felt as if I was traveling at warp speed through a geometric landscape guided by an ancient power, who had morphing powers. I came back to, and felt like I had been gone for a day. I then reloaded the bowl for a friend to try and she couldn't hold it in and never blasted off. She didn't understand how I had traveled past Pluto and she went no where, obviously she didn't hold it in. She was disappointed, and I literally didn't know what to tell her, so I put it away.
So this past weekend I got together in a remote place with a few of my friends and one of them wanted to try it with me. So I packed up a much larger chunk than last time and figured we could share it. So she hit it first and got it started and handed it to me, I took the largest rip I possibly could have when someone came up not knowing what we were smoking and wanted to hit it. I melted back into my seat and was promptly visited by what appeared to be mechanical flys or bugs with red eyes. They then told me "We are real, you can never understand," then they flashed an unquantifiable amount of knowledge consisting of mathematical equations and symbols, and other things I could not comprehend. I then came back to earth to learn that the person that didn't know what they were getting into had hit the pipe. I don't know who gave it to them or if they took it out of my hands but, my girlfriend was able to calm them down. As for me I was left laying there trembling for what seemed to forever, trying to figure out what my visitors were trying to tell me.
The next morning I was up before everyone else and laid back down where I was the night before and smoked a bowl of herb and listed to classic rock (Allman Brothers, Grateful Dead, Crosby Stills Nash, Neil Young, and The Band) trying to grasp my experience. My conclusion is that certain compounds open up part of the unconscious mind and link us to our origins, ancient creators who posses powers technology and knowledge beyond our comprehension, and that they were telling me that I as a mortal human will never be able to comprehend where we come from and what is real.
I haven't felt the same since, and don't feel like I ever will.
I didn't search it out it found me. I was at a music festival and had a shirt of a certain artist, and was approached by a group of people who also appreciated this artist. After talking to them for a while all of us were under the influence of MDMA I was given a chunk of DMT to try later that night when I got home and was in a safe place.
I didn't get into it that night/morning and decided to learn up on what it is and how it works. So I had another camping gathering a few weeks later with many other like minded individuals, and decided I would try it then. So I packed up a glass pipe with a little herb and topped it off with small chunk, and sat down next to the fire on a blanket and a beanbag and blasted off. I felt as if I was traveling at warp speed through a geometric landscape guided by an ancient power, who had morphing powers. I came back to, and felt like I had been gone for a day. I then reloaded the bowl for a friend to try and she couldn't hold it in and never blasted off. She didn't understand how I had traveled past Pluto and she went no where, obviously she didn't hold it in. She was disappointed, and I literally didn't know what to tell her, so I put it away.
So this past weekend I got together in a remote place with a few of my friends and one of them wanted to try it with me. So I packed up a much larger chunk than last time and figured we could share it. So she hit it first and got it started and handed it to me, I took the largest rip I possibly could have when someone came up not knowing what we were smoking and wanted to hit it. I melted back into my seat and was promptly visited by what appeared to be mechanical flys or bugs with red eyes. They then told me "We are real, you can never understand," then they flashed an unquantifiable amount of knowledge consisting of mathematical equations and symbols, and other things I could not comprehend. I then came back to earth to learn that the person that didn't know what they were getting into had hit the pipe. I don't know who gave it to them or if they took it out of my hands but, my girlfriend was able to calm them down. As for me I was left laying there trembling for what seemed to forever, trying to figure out what my visitors were trying to tell me.
The next morning I was up before everyone else and laid back down where I was the night before and smoked a bowl of herb and listed to classic rock (Allman Brothers, Grateful Dead, Crosby Stills Nash, Neil Young, and The Band) trying to grasp my experience. My conclusion is that certain compounds open up part of the unconscious mind and link us to our origins, ancient creators who posses powers technology and knowledge beyond our comprehension, and that they were telling me that I as a mortal human will never be able to comprehend where we come from and what is real.
I haven't felt the same since, and don't feel like I ever will.
