saxbari
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Hello! I just joined this Group, and have has been reading many things here. I tried spice about a month and a half ago for the first time. I don't know if what I experienced was a breakthrough dose; I don't think that it was. At the time it sure felt like it, though, without knowing what it was! It was an old used pen, so perhaps there was residue in It, creating a muted Godsmack phenomenon. Your insights would be appreciated and welcome! Here is my description of my experience.
I took a single long slow pull off of a vape pen. I started to take another, but I felt unable to commence, as the world began to dissolve. A pattern of 2 toned brownish two-dimensional blocks begin to individually flip into existence around the wood stove I was staring at. From my perspective, they appeared about four inches aside. They were mostly in a contiguous pattern, appearing two-dimensionally in the plane adjacent to the front of the stove perpendicular to the floor, and was reminiscent of something from the Matrix movie. I was surprised by the intensity and speed of the onset, although I knew it was something that came on quick. After passing the pen to somebody, I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, and then opened them again. The pattern of blocks around the wood stove had remained, and continued to grow, without my seeing it while my eyes were closed. I closed my eyes again, and was experiencing a.. place, or zone, or something. There was not a lot of visuals at this moment, except for some bright light against a dark background, arranged into a kind of web like set of tendrils and pixels, with a dark background. I was flabbergastedly amazed by the intensity, immersiveness And novel nature of the sensations, and felt as though I might be overwhelmed, and felt my heart racing. I was afraid for a moment that I might have taken too much! I stopped myself from worrying, and tried to be calm - I couldn't do anything about it anyways if I had! - and then it felt as if I turned a few degrees to my left. A few large panels appeared against this darker background, sort of like a curved wall that wasn't really a wall, just a sort of vertical plane, beginning in front of me, slightly right of centre, and extending towards me on my left, beyond my field of view. I think that I understood that there was an invisible floor. Everything else had a very soft sort of faint glow. The wall panels were of primary colors, extremely brilliant but not painfully or disturbingly so. Upon thinking about it tonight, I may have thought there was some consciousness sort of beside it, off in the distance, but I couldn't see anything, and it did not interact or do anything. It was just a vague feeling that I didn't even really register. The more I think about this experience, the more I remember. Again I seemed to turn a few more degrees to my left. There was a number of sensations, and I was somewhat at a loss. I just was able to form the idea that it was just the drug, and to not worry. Again I seem to turn a few more degrees to my left. I felt like I was facing about 180° from where I had been facing when it started. Time began to move at about three different rates, or I was experiencing it from three perspectives, or something. I saw some vague sort of shapes, and not too colorful, a rich golden radiance arranged in some shapes that I was only able to see a portion of. There was a sensation of dimension, of space, of being somewhere. The most significant sensation was of the different rates of time like seeing the future, the present, and the past, all at once but from different perspectives. Again, I seemed to turn a few degrees to my left. It seemed to be lasting a long time. Things seemed somehow clearly defined, but I was unable to clearly understand or perceive what it was that was being so clearly defined. The time sensation continued, and, in this encapsuled eternity, I continued to remind myself, when needed, that I had taken a drug, it was "just" a drug. So much was happening that I could not really remember all of it. I turned again, a few degrees to my left. It soon occurred to me that I had my eyes closed, and I could probably open them now. I did, to find myself seated in the chair where I had been when I started, facing the same direction. There were some dark coloured visuals kind of framing the objects in the room, kind of like hair or something coming off of the edges of things, and I closed my eyes again for a second or two. I opened them again. A little while after that, perhaps after repeating that process, I heard some sort of talking or whispering off to my left starting up. There were no were no physical people no people over there. they kept murmuring, and it seemed like they were wondering if I could hear them, talking amongst themselves.. it seemed to be a few voices that I couldn't actually hear. I didn't think I was quite ready for that, and I sort of ignored it, as this was all pretty heavy. Perhaps I ought to have listened, but, nevertheless, I did not... I kind of ignored it. It seemed like they started talking amongst themselves, saying, "oh, he can't hear us," , or, "he's not listening," or, "he's not going to listen," , “he is not ready”, or something like that. I'm not quite sure if I was hearing English or what, but I do not think I was.. but I was understanding it in English. The clarity began growing diminished, it was like it was accepted by them or something, and they moved on, or stopped concerning themselves with me, at least.
I came out of the heavy part of this trip. I talked to my friends who were there, and asked how long I've been gone and they said about 5 minutes, which I found amazing, along with the rest of the experience. When I was able to begin to articulate again, which was not too long, a couple minutes, the guy who had it asked what I thought. I said, "well.. it was amazing, kind of overwhelming, but overall positive. I was blown away." I said, that, "now, my life could be defined by the time before trying DMT and the time after it." I also started blathering on about frame dragging, trying to relate a concept of relativistic theory I am slightly familiar with to the time sensations I was experiencing.
It was very profound, and extremely beneficial in my opinion. I've been on a very intensive healing journey for a long time. I have thought very deeply. Even so, I had my eyes opened as to how deep the brain was, and I have done a lot of mushrooms and some acid, including a very large liquid dose one time. Those experiences were some years ago. This DMT experience was extremely profound and has helped me a lot. It showed me how deep one can go.
At any rate, I just wanted to pass that along, because I presume that is sort of what this forum is for, sharing experiences and ideas about this stuff. Oh yeah, of course I had not moved physically! It just felt like I had. I didn't even realize that part of the experience until a few hours later.
Thank you for this resource! I hope to try DMT again when I can afford it. I have found a source near where I live, but it is an expensive thing for me. Thanks again
I took a single long slow pull off of a vape pen. I started to take another, but I felt unable to commence, as the world began to dissolve. A pattern of 2 toned brownish two-dimensional blocks begin to individually flip into existence around the wood stove I was staring at. From my perspective, they appeared about four inches aside. They were mostly in a contiguous pattern, appearing two-dimensionally in the plane adjacent to the front of the stove perpendicular to the floor, and was reminiscent of something from the Matrix movie. I was surprised by the intensity and speed of the onset, although I knew it was something that came on quick. After passing the pen to somebody, I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, and then opened them again. The pattern of blocks around the wood stove had remained, and continued to grow, without my seeing it while my eyes were closed. I closed my eyes again, and was experiencing a.. place, or zone, or something. There was not a lot of visuals at this moment, except for some bright light against a dark background, arranged into a kind of web like set of tendrils and pixels, with a dark background. I was flabbergastedly amazed by the intensity, immersiveness And novel nature of the sensations, and felt as though I might be overwhelmed, and felt my heart racing. I was afraid for a moment that I might have taken too much! I stopped myself from worrying, and tried to be calm - I couldn't do anything about it anyways if I had! - and then it felt as if I turned a few degrees to my left. A few large panels appeared against this darker background, sort of like a curved wall that wasn't really a wall, just a sort of vertical plane, beginning in front of me, slightly right of centre, and extending towards me on my left, beyond my field of view. I think that I understood that there was an invisible floor. Everything else had a very soft sort of faint glow. The wall panels were of primary colors, extremely brilliant but not painfully or disturbingly so. Upon thinking about it tonight, I may have thought there was some consciousness sort of beside it, off in the distance, but I couldn't see anything, and it did not interact or do anything. It was just a vague feeling that I didn't even really register. The more I think about this experience, the more I remember. Again I seemed to turn a few more degrees to my left. There was a number of sensations, and I was somewhat at a loss. I just was able to form the idea that it was just the drug, and to not worry. Again I seem to turn a few more degrees to my left. I felt like I was facing about 180° from where I had been facing when it started. Time began to move at about three different rates, or I was experiencing it from three perspectives, or something. I saw some vague sort of shapes, and not too colorful, a rich golden radiance arranged in some shapes that I was only able to see a portion of. There was a sensation of dimension, of space, of being somewhere. The most significant sensation was of the different rates of time like seeing the future, the present, and the past, all at once but from different perspectives. Again, I seemed to turn a few degrees to my left. It seemed to be lasting a long time. Things seemed somehow clearly defined, but I was unable to clearly understand or perceive what it was that was being so clearly defined. The time sensation continued, and, in this encapsuled eternity, I continued to remind myself, when needed, that I had taken a drug, it was "just" a drug. So much was happening that I could not really remember all of it. I turned again, a few degrees to my left. It soon occurred to me that I had my eyes closed, and I could probably open them now. I did, to find myself seated in the chair where I had been when I started, facing the same direction. There were some dark coloured visuals kind of framing the objects in the room, kind of like hair or something coming off of the edges of things, and I closed my eyes again for a second or two. I opened them again. A little while after that, perhaps after repeating that process, I heard some sort of talking or whispering off to my left starting up. There were no were no physical people no people over there. they kept murmuring, and it seemed like they were wondering if I could hear them, talking amongst themselves.. it seemed to be a few voices that I couldn't actually hear. I didn't think I was quite ready for that, and I sort of ignored it, as this was all pretty heavy. Perhaps I ought to have listened, but, nevertheless, I did not... I kind of ignored it. It seemed like they started talking amongst themselves, saying, "oh, he can't hear us," , or, "he's not listening," or, "he's not going to listen," , “he is not ready”, or something like that. I'm not quite sure if I was hearing English or what, but I do not think I was.. but I was understanding it in English. The clarity began growing diminished, it was like it was accepted by them or something, and they moved on, or stopped concerning themselves with me, at least.
I came out of the heavy part of this trip. I talked to my friends who were there, and asked how long I've been gone and they said about 5 minutes, which I found amazing, along with the rest of the experience. When I was able to begin to articulate again, which was not too long, a couple minutes, the guy who had it asked what I thought. I said, "well.. it was amazing, kind of overwhelming, but overall positive. I was blown away." I said, that, "now, my life could be defined by the time before trying DMT and the time after it." I also started blathering on about frame dragging, trying to relate a concept of relativistic theory I am slightly familiar with to the time sensations I was experiencing.
It was very profound, and extremely beneficial in my opinion. I've been on a very intensive healing journey for a long time. I have thought very deeply. Even so, I had my eyes opened as to how deep the brain was, and I have done a lot of mushrooms and some acid, including a very large liquid dose one time. Those experiences were some years ago. This DMT experience was extremely profound and has helped me a lot. It showed me how deep one can go.
At any rate, I just wanted to pass that along, because I presume that is sort of what this forum is for, sharing experiences and ideas about this stuff. Oh yeah, of course I had not moved physically! It just felt like I had. I didn't even realize that part of the experience until a few hours later.
Thank you for this resource! I hope to try DMT again when I can afford it. I have found a source near where I live, but it is an expensive thing for me. Thanks again
