Hello, I have been a lurker here for a bit and thought it may be of some value to share the very few experiences SWIM has had with spirit mole, starting with the first. Here is what he had written from August 2008.
Last month I was at a music festival in the state of Michigan and I happened upon some blonde DMT that I was able to trade some cannabis for. I had never smoked it before so I decided to wait till after the music festival to try it in the comfort of my own home.
Well last night a friend and I finally mustered the courage to try it. The amount said .2 on a scale and a friend and I split it. So perhaps we got anywhere from 50mg to 100mg each.
My friend, who I will refer to as M from now on, went first as he was more confident than I in his ability to handle it. We both had been reading about and researching DMT for over two years, so this was the culmination of lots of time spent preparing or learning as much as possible. We both are experienced with common hallucinogens.
I sandwiched M’s half of the DMT between two dry layers of cannabis which was placed into a chillum. We were comfortable designating this pipe for DMT usage from this point forward. I was worried about my friend melting the DMT or something so I warned him to light it slowly and let the cannabis burn the DMT by way of roasting cherry.
Perhaps I stressed the “slowly” part to much as M only took the faintest hit from the pipe. He gave the pipe an odd look and hit it harder than the first hit, but not as hard as he should have I thought to my self.
The second hit was good however, the people observing saw the cannabis cherry glow throughout the pipe. M leaned forward and set the pipe on the table, said “..wow” and leaned back on the couch. We were not sure what the setting should consist of, so my friend smoked in silence and all of the observers were asked to be very quite.
Observing M lying on the couch was very interesting. He had very slight facial animation. His throat seemed to be doing something that was not to be defined and it seemed as though his tongue was moving inside his closed lips. After about one minute of lying there, M leaned forward again and hit the pipe. He said “woah, trails..!” after hitting the pipe for the third and final time.
The appearance of the room and the observers must have been quite distracting because M did not lean back on the couch again. His eyes opened widely and he began to describe what he saw, but not before requesting music. The music player was queued to Sphongle, so I just hit play. He said that everyone’s skin was glowing in a very odd and bright way. He said there were patterns on everyone’s skin. He claimed that he had eight arms and that every time he starred at the wood grain table, it attempted to consume him.
He also stated that he felt like he could have gone much farther. He said that there was very little body sensation and that it was very clean. The most intense visuals he has ever had on any drug.
M had jumped off the psychedelic edge with out knowing that I was too follow him. I was apprehensive so at first I had decided that I would not be trying it tonight. M’s description and claim that “you have nothing to fear, it is the best bowl you will ever smoke” succeeded in convincing me.
I sandwiched my remaining half of the DMT between to slightly smaller layers of cannabis that was packed into the chillum. One of the observers was rolling, and having a conversation on the phone that had some negative energy too it. I decided to pause and wait for the conversation to pass and the energy to settle. People refreshed their drinks, and my roommate decides to ignore the impending events and play cards on the video game console. I could feel jealousy/envy coming off of him, but I dismissed this. M and I had done far more research and been preparing mentally for the DMT from the Michigan festival for far longer, and it was known there was to be only 2 doses.
The rolling observers and M returned to their seats and M advised me to start with music on, instead of in silence. Great advice and we determined this is going to be one of our “best practices” that will carry over into our future DMT sessions.
I was determined to hit the pipe with more force than M did, however I think my first hit was spent more on burning the top layer of Cannabis than DMT. The second hit however, was with great force and cashed the entire pipe. I did have a small bit of trouble lining up the lighter with the pipe for the second hit and I can’t tell if I was seeing the light through my eyelids or if I did open them at that point.
My mind contemplated a third hit but quickly determined it was not necessary. I quickly put the pipe and the lighter to my sides and I could feel the “rush” come on. M latter said that I put the pipe down so fast it looked as though I lost consciousness but I remember doing it out of fear of dropping it. My mind process stayed incredibly clear. The “inner dialogue” one has with the self was completely intact. As I was going up and actually experiencing the DMT, I could observe my mind still trying to think what is was going to be like, even though I was experiencing it right them.
I can only describe the rush as feeling like vibrating out of my body. When one hyperventilates or performs some meditations, there is a “buzz” the body gets. The DMT rush was definitely on this vibratory level, but it accelerated. Until I could no longer perceive my body, yet the vibration just keep rising and rising.
As I put the pipe down I could feel the “buzz” climb from the back of my neck across my face to the tip of my body and then, I lost my self and my body, I lost time and the only thing I felt my of my body, was that my jaw dropped, no joke. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever felt, yet my mind process was completely intact saying, “Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god, If this is what death is like, Oh my god. If this is what death is like, If this is what death is like, Oh my god, Oh my god.” I felt pure joy, the vibration that I felt was the hum of existence. I can think of no other way to describe it. Leaving the body was the best feeling ever. Ecstasis, Ecstasy, leaving the body; this makes so much sense now. I feel like I felt the vibration of the all, everything.
I have always wondered what it would be like to be one with all consciousness. It seems as though it would be without feeling and empty ad without individual perspective. But it wasn’t at all, it was the most full feeling ever. I always wondered if in this state, when the ego is completely gone if my perspective would be my own, with some individuality and it was. There was still me, not my identity on the planet or my experiences or anything like that; I still had a perspective, yet I was one with all.
This answered every question I had about the feeling of oneness.
The fractals that I saw behind my closed eyes were very tight and just keep getting faster and faster and faster. Until they broke open at the center to a vertical line of light with fractals on either side, which coincided with the feeling of complete oneness. There was not as much color with eyes closed as I had anticipated. The only bit of color that I saw was the blue from card game on the TV, which again makes me think I was seeing though my eyelids.
It was at this point I decided to make sure I was still connected to my body, and I moved my arm. That definitely took me back a bit from how far I had gone. Then my eyes opened a bit to the smiling observers and I remembered that I was human. Then I moved my other arm. I can’t explain what coming back into my body felt like.
Like M, as soon as I got a look at what the room and my observers looked like my eyes widened completely. Before I could even feel my whole body again I was looking all around the room and at my observers. Humans looked amazing in the light that the room was lit with. The observer’s skin was glowing with radiant energy, and their bodies where radiating the same energy. M had 4 eyes, 2 additional on his forehead. This was the clearest hallucination that I have ever had. I was happy to open my eyes to people that I cared about. I still had no ego and was having a difficult time coming back to the world. I felt like an eternity had passed but it had been less than a minute that I had my eyes closed.
As soon as I feel my body a bit more, I jumped straight out of my seat asking; “I’m human right? I’m human right? We’re people right?” begging my observers with arm motions to give me an answer. They confirmed this in very calm form and I said; “Okay.. talk, talk, keep talking.” and they calmly obliged. I was getting a bit of the fear at this point and I was very thankful that at the moment I stood up, my foot had hit the remote control to make EOTO just the right amount louder. This facilitated much dancing on my part which helped squelch the fear I was getting about not coming back, and helped me come back into my body much easier. I began to love life and my body and I felt as though I was back and the Michigan music festival, which before DMT, was the best time of my life. I was thankful that I was beginning to come down, but I still felt as though I was on about 40 hits of very clean LSD. I began pacing back and forth trying to talk about what I had experienced, but I could not put the events into order. All I could say was, “omg, if that was death is like” and “I can see why some cultures use this as an initiation right in to adulthood.”
I looked at M and we both were thinking the same thing. Everyone has to try this once. We then felt bad we had none to share with the observers. My friend is 6 ft 9 and 180 lbs, I weigh 130 lbs at 5ft 9in. So it is possible he required more than I, as we both agree that I got much further than he did. Perhaps it was only they way he hit the pipe which is my assumption. If he blasted his second hit like it did, I think he would have gotten just as far as I did.
The rolling observers we noticeably a bit off-put by our rambling descriptions and attempts to assimilate what we had experienced, but they were glad to have witnessed it, and they are more curious now about the powers of DMT.
Last month I was at a music festival in the state of Michigan and I happened upon some blonde DMT that I was able to trade some cannabis for. I had never smoked it before so I decided to wait till after the music festival to try it in the comfort of my own home.
Well last night a friend and I finally mustered the courage to try it. The amount said .2 on a scale and a friend and I split it. So perhaps we got anywhere from 50mg to 100mg each.
My friend, who I will refer to as M from now on, went first as he was more confident than I in his ability to handle it. We both had been reading about and researching DMT for over two years, so this was the culmination of lots of time spent preparing or learning as much as possible. We both are experienced with common hallucinogens.
I sandwiched M’s half of the DMT between two dry layers of cannabis which was placed into a chillum. We were comfortable designating this pipe for DMT usage from this point forward. I was worried about my friend melting the DMT or something so I warned him to light it slowly and let the cannabis burn the DMT by way of roasting cherry.
Perhaps I stressed the “slowly” part to much as M only took the faintest hit from the pipe. He gave the pipe an odd look and hit it harder than the first hit, but not as hard as he should have I thought to my self.
The second hit was good however, the people observing saw the cannabis cherry glow throughout the pipe. M leaned forward and set the pipe on the table, said “..wow” and leaned back on the couch. We were not sure what the setting should consist of, so my friend smoked in silence and all of the observers were asked to be very quite.
Observing M lying on the couch was very interesting. He had very slight facial animation. His throat seemed to be doing something that was not to be defined and it seemed as though his tongue was moving inside his closed lips. After about one minute of lying there, M leaned forward again and hit the pipe. He said “woah, trails..!” after hitting the pipe for the third and final time.
The appearance of the room and the observers must have been quite distracting because M did not lean back on the couch again. His eyes opened widely and he began to describe what he saw, but not before requesting music. The music player was queued to Sphongle, so I just hit play. He said that everyone’s skin was glowing in a very odd and bright way. He said there were patterns on everyone’s skin. He claimed that he had eight arms and that every time he starred at the wood grain table, it attempted to consume him.
He also stated that he felt like he could have gone much farther. He said that there was very little body sensation and that it was very clean. The most intense visuals he has ever had on any drug.
M had jumped off the psychedelic edge with out knowing that I was too follow him. I was apprehensive so at first I had decided that I would not be trying it tonight. M’s description and claim that “you have nothing to fear, it is the best bowl you will ever smoke” succeeded in convincing me.
I sandwiched my remaining half of the DMT between to slightly smaller layers of cannabis that was packed into the chillum. One of the observers was rolling, and having a conversation on the phone that had some negative energy too it. I decided to pause and wait for the conversation to pass and the energy to settle. People refreshed their drinks, and my roommate decides to ignore the impending events and play cards on the video game console. I could feel jealousy/envy coming off of him, but I dismissed this. M and I had done far more research and been preparing mentally for the DMT from the Michigan festival for far longer, and it was known there was to be only 2 doses.
The rolling observers and M returned to their seats and M advised me to start with music on, instead of in silence. Great advice and we determined this is going to be one of our “best practices” that will carry over into our future DMT sessions.
I was determined to hit the pipe with more force than M did, however I think my first hit was spent more on burning the top layer of Cannabis than DMT. The second hit however, was with great force and cashed the entire pipe. I did have a small bit of trouble lining up the lighter with the pipe for the second hit and I can’t tell if I was seeing the light through my eyelids or if I did open them at that point.
My mind contemplated a third hit but quickly determined it was not necessary. I quickly put the pipe and the lighter to my sides and I could feel the “rush” come on. M latter said that I put the pipe down so fast it looked as though I lost consciousness but I remember doing it out of fear of dropping it. My mind process stayed incredibly clear. The “inner dialogue” one has with the self was completely intact. As I was going up and actually experiencing the DMT, I could observe my mind still trying to think what is was going to be like, even though I was experiencing it right them.
I can only describe the rush as feeling like vibrating out of my body. When one hyperventilates or performs some meditations, there is a “buzz” the body gets. The DMT rush was definitely on this vibratory level, but it accelerated. Until I could no longer perceive my body, yet the vibration just keep rising and rising.
As I put the pipe down I could feel the “buzz” climb from the back of my neck across my face to the tip of my body and then, I lost my self and my body, I lost time and the only thing I felt my of my body, was that my jaw dropped, no joke. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever felt, yet my mind process was completely intact saying, “Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god, If this is what death is like, Oh my god. If this is what death is like, If this is what death is like, Oh my god, Oh my god.” I felt pure joy, the vibration that I felt was the hum of existence. I can think of no other way to describe it. Leaving the body was the best feeling ever. Ecstasis, Ecstasy, leaving the body; this makes so much sense now. I feel like I felt the vibration of the all, everything.
I have always wondered what it would be like to be one with all consciousness. It seems as though it would be without feeling and empty ad without individual perspective. But it wasn’t at all, it was the most full feeling ever. I always wondered if in this state, when the ego is completely gone if my perspective would be my own, with some individuality and it was. There was still me, not my identity on the planet or my experiences or anything like that; I still had a perspective, yet I was one with all.
This answered every question I had about the feeling of oneness.
The fractals that I saw behind my closed eyes were very tight and just keep getting faster and faster and faster. Until they broke open at the center to a vertical line of light with fractals on either side, which coincided with the feeling of complete oneness. There was not as much color with eyes closed as I had anticipated. The only bit of color that I saw was the blue from card game on the TV, which again makes me think I was seeing though my eyelids.
It was at this point I decided to make sure I was still connected to my body, and I moved my arm. That definitely took me back a bit from how far I had gone. Then my eyes opened a bit to the smiling observers and I remembered that I was human. Then I moved my other arm. I can’t explain what coming back into my body felt like.
Like M, as soon as I got a look at what the room and my observers looked like my eyes widened completely. Before I could even feel my whole body again I was looking all around the room and at my observers. Humans looked amazing in the light that the room was lit with. The observer’s skin was glowing with radiant energy, and their bodies where radiating the same energy. M had 4 eyes, 2 additional on his forehead. This was the clearest hallucination that I have ever had. I was happy to open my eyes to people that I cared about. I still had no ego and was having a difficult time coming back to the world. I felt like an eternity had passed but it had been less than a minute that I had my eyes closed.
As soon as I feel my body a bit more, I jumped straight out of my seat asking; “I’m human right? I’m human right? We’re people right?” begging my observers with arm motions to give me an answer. They confirmed this in very calm form and I said; “Okay.. talk, talk, keep talking.” and they calmly obliged. I was getting a bit of the fear at this point and I was very thankful that at the moment I stood up, my foot had hit the remote control to make EOTO just the right amount louder. This facilitated much dancing on my part which helped squelch the fear I was getting about not coming back, and helped me come back into my body much easier. I began to love life and my body and I felt as though I was back and the Michigan music festival, which before DMT, was the best time of my life. I was thankful that I was beginning to come down, but I still felt as though I was on about 40 hits of very clean LSD. I began pacing back and forth trying to talk about what I had experienced, but I could not put the events into order. All I could say was, “omg, if that was death is like” and “I can see why some cultures use this as an initiation right in to adulthood.”
I looked at M and we both were thinking the same thing. Everyone has to try this once. We then felt bad we had none to share with the observers. My friend is 6 ft 9 and 180 lbs, I weigh 130 lbs at 5ft 9in. So it is possible he required more than I, as we both agree that I got much further than he did. Perhaps it was only they way he hit the pipe which is my assumption. If he blasted his second hit like it did, I think he would have gotten just as far as I did.
The rolling observers we noticeably a bit off-put by our rambling descriptions and attempts to assimilate what we had experienced, but they were glad to have witnessed it, and they are more curious now about the powers of DMT.
