unisonruss1285
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Date: May 27, 2026
Dose: 53 mg in Puffco Peak (single large inhalation)
Set & Setting: Apartment freshly cleaned top to bottom, new bedding, very intentional self-care leading up to the session. However, I was experiencing strong pre-trip anxiety—my whole body was shaking beforehand.
The Experience:
I broke through extremely quickly. The room stretched as I set the device down, and within seconds I was gone. Ringing in the ears. I was done. In an instant... the visuals were bright, cartoony, almost Simpsons-like in style. I saw a yellow-skinned entity wearing a white shirt climbing up through what felt like a tunnel. Once it reached me, it began dancing and moving playfully right above me while geometric shapes darted around at blinding speed.
Despite the beautiful and fascinating visuals, I was unable to fully let go. My body stayed extremely tense—I could feel my lower back arching, my legs levitating off the couch, and my hands instinctively checking to make sure my body was still there.
The Message:
A much larger, darker presence loomed outside the main visuals. It carried a heavy, authoritative energy—like a parent disciplining a child. I received a strong, unmistakable message that this was my last time. The feeling was so intense it felt like cosmic punishment or being spanked as a baby. Shame and fear flooded me. For hours afterward I genuinely believed I was done with DMT forever and that I'd broken some kind of cosmic law.
Integration:
The fear and "this is my last trip" feeling stayed with me most of the night, even after I came down. By the next morning the intensity had faded and the desire to explore DMT again had returned. Looking back, this appears to be the same message I received more subtly in previous trips: my number one priority right now needs to be taking care of myself.
I'm choosing to listen. I'm not going to rush back to it. I'll give it at least a week or two, focus on rebuilding my life, and see if I can approach it with less fear and more surrender whenever I do return.
Dose: 53 mg in Puffco Peak (single large inhalation)
Set & Setting: Apartment freshly cleaned top to bottom, new bedding, very intentional self-care leading up to the session. However, I was experiencing strong pre-trip anxiety—my whole body was shaking beforehand.
The Experience:
I broke through extremely quickly. The room stretched as I set the device down, and within seconds I was gone. Ringing in the ears. I was done. In an instant... the visuals were bright, cartoony, almost Simpsons-like in style. I saw a yellow-skinned entity wearing a white shirt climbing up through what felt like a tunnel. Once it reached me, it began dancing and moving playfully right above me while geometric shapes darted around at blinding speed.
Despite the beautiful and fascinating visuals, I was unable to fully let go. My body stayed extremely tense—I could feel my lower back arching, my legs levitating off the couch, and my hands instinctively checking to make sure my body was still there.
The Message:
A much larger, darker presence loomed outside the main visuals. It carried a heavy, authoritative energy—like a parent disciplining a child. I received a strong, unmistakable message that this was my last time. The feeling was so intense it felt like cosmic punishment or being spanked as a baby. Shame and fear flooded me. For hours afterward I genuinely believed I was done with DMT forever and that I'd broken some kind of cosmic law.
Integration:
The fear and "this is my last trip" feeling stayed with me most of the night, even after I came down. By the next morning the intensity had faded and the desire to explore DMT again had returned. Looking back, this appears to be the same message I received more subtly in previous trips: my number one priority right now needs to be taking care of myself.
I'm choosing to listen. I'm not going to rush back to it. I'll give it at least a week or two, focus on rebuilding my life, and see if I can approach it with less fear and more surrender whenever I do return.
