Hello all.
I've smoked DMT several times, but only experienced one true breakthrough. Sadly, all the other times I smoked with a large, boisterous group and my self-conscious side kept taking over and bringing me out of the DMT experience. For whatever reason I can't "let go" when people are around, and cling onto my vanishing sobriety until the experience is over.
The very first time I smoked, a chemist friend had done his own extraction. He didn't bother reading up on teks since he's a chemist, but he wrongly assumed that DMT freebase remains an oil and made some enhanced leaf instead of crystals. I smoked with him and another friend, I had intense CEVs where I saw an underwater mine with extremely long spines twisting around. Soon after I opened my eyes and all of the energy left me. It was "cool" but not earth-shattering.
The next two times were completely ruined due to another friend of mine. This guy is really cool but he is also very loud and annoying. Anyhow, this hippy dude who was living on my couch scored a gram or so of red-ish DMT. Since he was couch crashing he offered some to us. I vaporized from this DMT-bong I had incidentally bought a few months prior. But because my friend is such an ass he kept on asking me questions about video games to assess how "out of it" I was. Then he had me solve a puzzle in Wii Zelda, which I was somehow able to do.
Finally that hippy dude disappeared for a couple months, leaving his stash of LSD, shrooms, and DMT behind. At first I was very respectful not to dip into his stash, but after a couple months I said "eh fuck it" and loaded a bowl of DMT. This time I made sure no one was around, and the living room was nice and dark.
I took the biggest hit I could and held it in. Pretty soon I'm melting away. At first I panicked because I felt as if I couldn't breath, but I manage to let myself relax. As I close my eyes I'm a baby again, being nurtured by a mother figure. She's playing with me and hiding me in her 'skirt' which was a beautiful curtain of soft rainbow light. I have never felt something so comforting in my life. Eventually this part of the trip fades away and I'm imagining all sorts of everyday objects, except their surfaces are replaced with images or text or pulsating light. This part of the trip fascinates me as obviously different parts of my visual cortex were being stimulated simultaneously, resulting in amazingly coherent hallucinations.
At this point I start coming down, but I don't want to go! I take another couple hits and go right back into that wonderous alternate reality. This time the "mine" from my first trip is back except it's made of body parts, like a spike ball made of legs and arms. The extremities are being wrapped in ribbons of light and text. Sadly, I am unable to "read" any of this text as there was no "focusing."
I lived by a fire station and the next thing I know three fire trucks zoom by with their sirens blaring. Interestingly enough, the sirens are completely in synch with my breathing and it feels as if I am somehow generating the fire trucks into existence. Then they actually pass by my window and the lights made some of the most amazing OEVs I've ever had.
Salvia is always a terrible and dark world for me, but DMT was supremely euphoric, despite having similar intensity levels and duration, there is NO comparing the two substances. Unlike most drugs, DMT left me spiritually satisfied. After the second round of hits I didn't feel any need to do DMT again, simply put there was nothing that could be added to the experience. It hasn't been until now (~2 years later) that I've had the urge to do DMT again, so I have procured some MHRB and am part-way through Vovin's tek. Can't wait to break through again!!
I've smoked DMT several times, but only experienced one true breakthrough. Sadly, all the other times I smoked with a large, boisterous group and my self-conscious side kept taking over and bringing me out of the DMT experience. For whatever reason I can't "let go" when people are around, and cling onto my vanishing sobriety until the experience is over.
The very first time I smoked, a chemist friend had done his own extraction. He didn't bother reading up on teks since he's a chemist, but he wrongly assumed that DMT freebase remains an oil and made some enhanced leaf instead of crystals. I smoked with him and another friend, I had intense CEVs where I saw an underwater mine with extremely long spines twisting around. Soon after I opened my eyes and all of the energy left me. It was "cool" but not earth-shattering.
The next two times were completely ruined due to another friend of mine. This guy is really cool but he is also very loud and annoying. Anyhow, this hippy dude who was living on my couch scored a gram or so of red-ish DMT. Since he was couch crashing he offered some to us. I vaporized from this DMT-bong I had incidentally bought a few months prior. But because my friend is such an ass he kept on asking me questions about video games to assess how "out of it" I was. Then he had me solve a puzzle in Wii Zelda, which I was somehow able to do.
Finally that hippy dude disappeared for a couple months, leaving his stash of LSD, shrooms, and DMT behind. At first I was very respectful not to dip into his stash, but after a couple months I said "eh fuck it" and loaded a bowl of DMT. This time I made sure no one was around, and the living room was nice and dark.
I took the biggest hit I could and held it in. Pretty soon I'm melting away. At first I panicked because I felt as if I couldn't breath, but I manage to let myself relax. As I close my eyes I'm a baby again, being nurtured by a mother figure. She's playing with me and hiding me in her 'skirt' which was a beautiful curtain of soft rainbow light. I have never felt something so comforting in my life. Eventually this part of the trip fades away and I'm imagining all sorts of everyday objects, except their surfaces are replaced with images or text or pulsating light. This part of the trip fascinates me as obviously different parts of my visual cortex were being stimulated simultaneously, resulting in amazingly coherent hallucinations.
At this point I start coming down, but I don't want to go! I take another couple hits and go right back into that wonderous alternate reality. This time the "mine" from my first trip is back except it's made of body parts, like a spike ball made of legs and arms. The extremities are being wrapped in ribbons of light and text. Sadly, I am unable to "read" any of this text as there was no "focusing."
I lived by a fire station and the next thing I know three fire trucks zoom by with their sirens blaring. Interestingly enough, the sirens are completely in synch with my breathing and it feels as if I am somehow generating the fire trucks into existence. Then they actually pass by my window and the lights made some of the most amazing OEVs I've ever had.
Salvia is always a terrible and dark world for me, but DMT was supremely euphoric, despite having similar intensity levels and duration, there is NO comparing the two substances. Unlike most drugs, DMT left me spiritually satisfied. After the second round of hits I didn't feel any need to do DMT again, simply put there was nothing that could be added to the experience. It hasn't been until now (~2 years later) that I've had the urge to do DMT again, so I have procured some MHRB and am part-way through Vovin's tek. Can't wait to break through again!!
