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Rising Star
Hello everyone, I am quite new here... From what I understand this is where we newbies discuss our first experiences.
I had been researching various aspects of the Spice for several months before my first time smoking it, such as trip reports extraction this and that. As soon as I stumbled upen DMT, the letters alone just kind of... Spoke to me somehow. I can't explain it. I just looked at DMT, and thought "This substance has secrets to be explored." Anyway, my experience kind of happened over the course of three days. The third of which I had my breakthrough.
Day 1 - A friend a procured some spice from yet another associate of ours. A trusted associate, so I knew it to be clean and there would be few impurities. (The friend did not purchase it by the way, it was given to him out of courtesy.) The friend told me about how he had smoked it himself before coming back to my place, and about how positively crazy it was. He received some very intense open eye visuals for about 15 minutes before he began to reach baseline. He knew how much I wanted to try it, so he got some just for me. I grabbed a glass piece, as it was all I had at the time and put down a thick layer of ash to rest the spice on, than I put another layer on top of it. I proceeded to take a few deep breaths, to steady myself as I prepared for what I believed was about to happen. That I would blast off immediately, which was naive thinking on my part. I held the flame of my lighter over the bowl, as to not burn the spice directly and cause melting. A strong and harsh flavor over came my lungs, but I fought through it for as long as I could, eventually coughing quite a bit out. I hit it again a few seconds afterward, and this draw was surprisingly not so bad... I held it in as long as it took for my lungs to fully absorb all of it. Upon exhaling I got only some very light, hazy open eye visuals. Kind of like, gray blotchyness everywhere, especially the stucko ceiling. Also some mild euphoria. Very pleasant altogether... However. I wanted something more.
Later that night, I was alone on my couch, thinking of the possibilities of this stuff, as I had frequently did ever since I heard about it. I still had some left, that my friend told me I could have if I felt like trying again. So I went and grabbed my pipe, and repeated the process. This time I was able to pull three hits from it, and my technique was much better so I got stronger hits each time. By the time I exhaled from the third hit, it came to me. Some decently strong visuals, such as the walls of my house almost... Fading away, and as I looked up toward the same stucko ceiling it appeared as if there were hundreds of different colored bulbs floating through the air as the ceiling itself was stripped away from my home. All of the vvisuals were accompanied by strong blissful sensations. A sense of oneness with, well my house at least
I continued to experience this as I lay on the couch for a good 10 minutes or so before everything went back to normal. When things did simmer down, the blissful feeling lasted the rest of the night until I fell fast asleep.
Day 2 - Day two basically consisted of me going about my business as usual. However the whole time, something in my mind kept telling me, whenever I thought about my "foot in the door" experience, that I needed to do more. That I really wanted to breakthrough and see what I had been reading about for all this time. So I wrestled with the idea of asking my friend for more. However, the more I thought about it, the more I kept thinking that maybe this would be better if taken more slowly. I ignored that notion... Something that perhaps, was a mistake.
Day 3 - This time, me and the friend went to our associates house directly. I was dead set on a breakthrough... Foolish me, I got what I wanted. This time the entire dose was vaporized using what I call a bulb pipe, which is was (unfortunately) meth or crack or whatever is smoked out of. This guy never used it for anything other than cannabis, and occasionally DMT, and I trust him so I knew he was telling the truth. I explained to him my first experience the other day, and told him that I wanted to experience, and be in hyperspace as everyone seems fit to call it. Both of us were quite stupid in this regard. (I felt like an idiot, because little did I know, you probably shouldn't eat a bunch of food just an hour before you go on a journey with the spice lol) He loaded up a close to 70MG dose for me in the pipe. I put it to my lips with little preparation or forethought, and burned the entire dose in ONE massive hit. Held it in as long as I could, until a wispy vapor escaped my mouth as I exhaled. He looked at me and said "Do you feel the ripples?" To which I could only stare at him wide eyed and nod my head, and he replied "Just lay back and enjoy it man."
As he said "man" the single word repeated in my head for what seemed like an eternity as I lowered my had onto the pillows behind me. Immediately my eyes were forced shut, and I had the notion that I had immediately died and I was now leaving my body behind. I remember the STRANGEST noise I have ever heard before, surrounding my everywhere. As if I was flying through a tunnel surrounded by every extra-dimensional being you could possibly imagine, talking about me personally at a hundred miles a minute. It also felt as if they were each putting a hand on my back as I flew past, and thrusting me forward even harder... How long this part went on is unsure to me still, but than I must have started throwing up. As my physical body regurgitated the food I had eaten prior to smoking, I found myself in a very unpleasant place in the Multiverse. I felt as though these very negative entities were forcing energy into my body, and that it was coming out of every orifice imaginable. All the while they were forcing negative thoughts, and images into my trip. Forcing me to see how truly ugly my own world could be, and that they were the masterminds behind everything that goes on in our human world dominated by currency, and chaos. But I couldn't accept it. I refused to accept what these things were showing me to be the ultimate truth. I don't know how I did it... Possibly years of meditation practice and martial arts training, but I willed myself to be rid of them with all that I could muster. I remember flying upward until I broke out of what felt like... A bubble of some kind. I continued to fly upward (at least it seemed like up) and saw geometric patterns the likes of which I never thought possible, in every color known to the human mind. And just like that, I was back in my body again.
The return to baseline was the best and most enjoyable part of the whole experience, even though I was frightened, and thought that the spice had somehow damaged my brain and that I would be stuck like this forever. In fact, upon my first 30 seconds of being back, I thought my friends had taken me to the hospital, and that I was laying on a hospital bed. Couldn't be farther from the truth, I was just on the floor instead of on the bed where I originally was. My vision was multicolored. EVERYTHING was multicolored. The brightest blues and oranges, purples and yellows I had ever seen with these eyes. Eventually i heard the voices of my companions and realized that I was indeed back. They told me everything would achieve normalcy very soon, and not to worry. Once they did, we smoked some weed and I told them all about my experience. What I could pull out of it at that moment anyway. The experience stayed with me for weeks afterward. I could barely sleep at night... It felt as if when I were sleeping, I was back in that hell like sphere, with whatever the f**k those beings were.
Its been about... 4 months since, and I have taken MUCH more from the experience at this point than just fear. I feel very good about the whole thing, and I am no longer worried about my next voyage being that unpleasant. NEXT time, I plan on extracting myself, and taking baby steps, like I should have from the start. To any people who are new to DMT in general who may read this... Although this report might not sound like its very scary, I cannot explain in words the feelings of utter horror, and terror I felt while being in that realm, as well as the weeks that followed that trip. Take heed my friends, start small, smart, and you will have a good time. Do what I did, and it may not be so great.
Peace and much love my fellow space explorers!
I had been researching various aspects of the Spice for several months before my first time smoking it, such as trip reports extraction this and that. As soon as I stumbled upen DMT, the letters alone just kind of... Spoke to me somehow. I can't explain it. I just looked at DMT, and thought "This substance has secrets to be explored." Anyway, my experience kind of happened over the course of three days. The third of which I had my breakthrough.
Day 1 - A friend a procured some spice from yet another associate of ours. A trusted associate, so I knew it to be clean and there would be few impurities. (The friend did not purchase it by the way, it was given to him out of courtesy.) The friend told me about how he had smoked it himself before coming back to my place, and about how positively crazy it was. He received some very intense open eye visuals for about 15 minutes before he began to reach baseline. He knew how much I wanted to try it, so he got some just for me. I grabbed a glass piece, as it was all I had at the time and put down a thick layer of ash to rest the spice on, than I put another layer on top of it. I proceeded to take a few deep breaths, to steady myself as I prepared for what I believed was about to happen. That I would blast off immediately, which was naive thinking on my part. I held the flame of my lighter over the bowl, as to not burn the spice directly and cause melting. A strong and harsh flavor over came my lungs, but I fought through it for as long as I could, eventually coughing quite a bit out. I hit it again a few seconds afterward, and this draw was surprisingly not so bad... I held it in as long as it took for my lungs to fully absorb all of it. Upon exhaling I got only some very light, hazy open eye visuals. Kind of like, gray blotchyness everywhere, especially the stucko ceiling. Also some mild euphoria. Very pleasant altogether... However. I wanted something more.
Later that night, I was alone on my couch, thinking of the possibilities of this stuff, as I had frequently did ever since I heard about it. I still had some left, that my friend told me I could have if I felt like trying again. So I went and grabbed my pipe, and repeated the process. This time I was able to pull three hits from it, and my technique was much better so I got stronger hits each time. By the time I exhaled from the third hit, it came to me. Some decently strong visuals, such as the walls of my house almost... Fading away, and as I looked up toward the same stucko ceiling it appeared as if there were hundreds of different colored bulbs floating through the air as the ceiling itself was stripped away from my home. All of the vvisuals were accompanied by strong blissful sensations. A sense of oneness with, well my house at least
I continued to experience this as I lay on the couch for a good 10 minutes or so before everything went back to normal. When things did simmer down, the blissful feeling lasted the rest of the night until I fell fast asleep.Day 2 - Day two basically consisted of me going about my business as usual. However the whole time, something in my mind kept telling me, whenever I thought about my "foot in the door" experience, that I needed to do more. That I really wanted to breakthrough and see what I had been reading about for all this time. So I wrestled with the idea of asking my friend for more. However, the more I thought about it, the more I kept thinking that maybe this would be better if taken more slowly. I ignored that notion... Something that perhaps, was a mistake.
Day 3 - This time, me and the friend went to our associates house directly. I was dead set on a breakthrough... Foolish me, I got what I wanted. This time the entire dose was vaporized using what I call a bulb pipe, which is was (unfortunately) meth or crack or whatever is smoked out of. This guy never used it for anything other than cannabis, and occasionally DMT, and I trust him so I knew he was telling the truth. I explained to him my first experience the other day, and told him that I wanted to experience, and be in hyperspace as everyone seems fit to call it. Both of us were quite stupid in this regard. (I felt like an idiot, because little did I know, you probably shouldn't eat a bunch of food just an hour before you go on a journey with the spice lol) He loaded up a close to 70MG dose for me in the pipe. I put it to my lips with little preparation or forethought, and burned the entire dose in ONE massive hit. Held it in as long as I could, until a wispy vapor escaped my mouth as I exhaled. He looked at me and said "Do you feel the ripples?" To which I could only stare at him wide eyed and nod my head, and he replied "Just lay back and enjoy it man."
As he said "man" the single word repeated in my head for what seemed like an eternity as I lowered my had onto the pillows behind me. Immediately my eyes were forced shut, and I had the notion that I had immediately died and I was now leaving my body behind. I remember the STRANGEST noise I have ever heard before, surrounding my everywhere. As if I was flying through a tunnel surrounded by every extra-dimensional being you could possibly imagine, talking about me personally at a hundred miles a minute. It also felt as if they were each putting a hand on my back as I flew past, and thrusting me forward even harder... How long this part went on is unsure to me still, but than I must have started throwing up. As my physical body regurgitated the food I had eaten prior to smoking, I found myself in a very unpleasant place in the Multiverse. I felt as though these very negative entities were forcing energy into my body, and that it was coming out of every orifice imaginable. All the while they were forcing negative thoughts, and images into my trip. Forcing me to see how truly ugly my own world could be, and that they were the masterminds behind everything that goes on in our human world dominated by currency, and chaos. But I couldn't accept it. I refused to accept what these things were showing me to be the ultimate truth. I don't know how I did it... Possibly years of meditation practice and martial arts training, but I willed myself to be rid of them with all that I could muster. I remember flying upward until I broke out of what felt like... A bubble of some kind. I continued to fly upward (at least it seemed like up) and saw geometric patterns the likes of which I never thought possible, in every color known to the human mind. And just like that, I was back in my body again.
The return to baseline was the best and most enjoyable part of the whole experience, even though I was frightened, and thought that the spice had somehow damaged my brain and that I would be stuck like this forever. In fact, upon my first 30 seconds of being back, I thought my friends had taken me to the hospital, and that I was laying on a hospital bed. Couldn't be farther from the truth, I was just on the floor instead of on the bed where I originally was. My vision was multicolored. EVERYTHING was multicolored. The brightest blues and oranges, purples and yellows I had ever seen with these eyes. Eventually i heard the voices of my companions and realized that I was indeed back. They told me everything would achieve normalcy very soon, and not to worry. Once they did, we smoked some weed and I told them all about my experience. What I could pull out of it at that moment anyway. The experience stayed with me for weeks afterward. I could barely sleep at night... It felt as if when I were sleeping, I was back in that hell like sphere, with whatever the f**k those beings were.
Its been about... 4 months since, and I have taken MUCH more from the experience at this point than just fear. I feel very good about the whole thing, and I am no longer worried about my next voyage being that unpleasant. NEXT time, I plan on extracting myself, and taking baby steps, like I should have from the start. To any people who are new to DMT in general who may read this... Although this report might not sound like its very scary, I cannot explain in words the feelings of utter horror, and terror I felt while being in that realm, as well as the weeks that followed that trip. Take heed my friends, start small, smart, and you will have a good time. Do what I did, and it may not be so great.
Peace and much love my fellow space explorers!
