My first experience with DMT was about 4 or 5 months ago. I consider myself to be very experienced with psychedelics having been to "the edge" and back several times with LSD and shrooms when I was younger.
My first 5 or so trips were pretty mild (in hindsight). I definitely broke thru 4 of the first 5 trips but I guess my mind was still warming up and was unable to process everything that was happening. Up to that point I hadn't experienced any elves or entities that I was aware of. So on the night I was preparing to "blast off" for my 6th time I was determined to make entity contact of some sort.
I had a nice sized pile to work with that night. I carefully packed a healthy serving of DMT sandwiched between 2 layers of weed. I couldn't have been more ready, mentally, to finally experience entity contact....or so I thought....
I carefully lit the bowl for my first hit, keeping the flame as far away as possible while still being able to ignite the top layer of bud. It usually takes me at least 3 or 4 tokes before I feel the overwhelming effects taking hold. This time was different. After only 1 hit I was sucked up into a cyclone consisting of some of the most random everyday objects (gears, clocks, jagged metal scrap and a bunch of other indescribable things.
And that was when I had a feeling someone or something was there beneath/behind the insane visual thing that was going on in front of me. I'm not quite sure exactly what happened next. I remember a really strange menacing looking face slowly coming into my line of sight sideways. The face had a really dark complexion and was making a bunch of extremely animated facial expressions at me(sad, happy, angry, scared, surprised, etc. Even though this was pretty much exactly what I wanted, I panicked. I was not comfortable "letting go" while this gremlin/alien looking thing was literally up in my face mocking me. I was scared shitless and ended up fighting my trip to try and transport myself to a "happy place."
My friends that were sitting next to me had no clue I was having a rough one. I was just laying there just like I had done on all my previous trips. But inside I was like a little kid with his fingers in his ears singing the "la la la I can't hear u" song. O just couldn't deal with it. After maybe 5 minutes I opened my eyes and sighed a deep breath of relief. At that point I thought to myself, "im never doing that again."
Even though I resisted and pretty much put the emergency brakes on my trip, it still wasn't all negative. I was being tormented by this demon like creature but I also had the feeling I was being protected by something else there that I wasn't visibly aware of. On the inside I definitely feel I over reacted. But I used my years of psychedelic training to stay calm enough that I was actually able to enjoy the last few minutes of my trip.
I've done a lot of thinking about what was going on and how I perceived it. Maybe the demon face thing wasn't "out ta get me" and I panicked for no reason. I definitely felt like I was being comforted/reassured by something towards the end. I decided not to smoke anymore that night even though I still had a fat pile on the table.
After that night I took a couple days break from hyperspace. Since then I've "blasted off" on several more occasions without freaking out or panicking like I did in that one isolated incident. I still haven't yet been reunited with my demon faced buddy since the first time we met. (my most common entity contact has been the weird clown/mime looking things that dance and float around doing summersaults off eachother's backs and stuff.) Very bizarre to say the least..
My first 5 or so trips were pretty mild (in hindsight). I definitely broke thru 4 of the first 5 trips but I guess my mind was still warming up and was unable to process everything that was happening. Up to that point I hadn't experienced any elves or entities that I was aware of. So on the night I was preparing to "blast off" for my 6th time I was determined to make entity contact of some sort.
I had a nice sized pile to work with that night. I carefully packed a healthy serving of DMT sandwiched between 2 layers of weed. I couldn't have been more ready, mentally, to finally experience entity contact....or so I thought....
I carefully lit the bowl for my first hit, keeping the flame as far away as possible while still being able to ignite the top layer of bud. It usually takes me at least 3 or 4 tokes before I feel the overwhelming effects taking hold. This time was different. After only 1 hit I was sucked up into a cyclone consisting of some of the most random everyday objects (gears, clocks, jagged metal scrap and a bunch of other indescribable things.
And that was when I had a feeling someone or something was there beneath/behind the insane visual thing that was going on in front of me. I'm not quite sure exactly what happened next. I remember a really strange menacing looking face slowly coming into my line of sight sideways. The face had a really dark complexion and was making a bunch of extremely animated facial expressions at me(sad, happy, angry, scared, surprised, etc. Even though this was pretty much exactly what I wanted, I panicked. I was not comfortable "letting go" while this gremlin/alien looking thing was literally up in my face mocking me. I was scared shitless and ended up fighting my trip to try and transport myself to a "happy place."
My friends that were sitting next to me had no clue I was having a rough one. I was just laying there just like I had done on all my previous trips. But inside I was like a little kid with his fingers in his ears singing the "la la la I can't hear u" song. O just couldn't deal with it. After maybe 5 minutes I opened my eyes and sighed a deep breath of relief. At that point I thought to myself, "im never doing that again."
Even though I resisted and pretty much put the emergency brakes on my trip, it still wasn't all negative. I was being tormented by this demon like creature but I also had the feeling I was being protected by something else there that I wasn't visibly aware of. On the inside I definitely feel I over reacted. But I used my years of psychedelic training to stay calm enough that I was actually able to enjoy the last few minutes of my trip.
I've done a lot of thinking about what was going on and how I perceived it. Maybe the demon face thing wasn't "out ta get me" and I panicked for no reason. I definitely felt like I was being comforted/reassured by something towards the end. I decided not to smoke anymore that night even though I still had a fat pile on the table.
After that night I took a couple days break from hyperspace. Since then I've "blasted off" on several more occasions without freaking out or panicking like I did in that one isolated incident. I still haven't yet been reunited with my demon faced buddy since the first time we met. (my most common entity contact has been the weird clown/mime looking things that dance and float around doing summersaults off eachother's backs and stuff.) Very bizarre to say the least..
