ShamanDoc
Rising Star
Hey everyone. New to the forum, and I assume its customary to share your first experiences with the spice.
I had been practicing meditation and energetics (mostly taoist) for several years prior, and DMT first came up in a conversation with a friend of mine several years before. However at the time the subject came up again as another one of my friends brought it up with me again. I wasn't very interested in expanding my meditation with psychedelics, however a peculiar feature grabbed my attention. The speculation that DMT could be the endogenous mediating factor involved in naturally occuring dreams, NDE's and death.
This held my attention firmly for several weeks for several reasons, first, that I was studying brain physiology at the time, second, that my grandmother was dying. I easily found the research done by Strassman, and read not only his book, but several of the actual studies.
As the synchronicities took me, my grandmother passed away (while conscious), and shortly after my friend announced he had found a source of DMT (supposedly made by a professional chemist). The signs were there, and I curious to experience what my grandmother had just experienced during her death, so I accepted the opportunity without hesitation.
A week later, the night came, and me and my two close friends, gathered in the house my grandmother passed in. The DMT was pure white, and of the utmost quality. The room was simply decorated, and I sat in my grandmother's recliner. As expected, my first dose was too low, I didn't break through, but it gave me the confidence to do a proper hit an hour later.
Now the real experience. Sitting in my chair I smoked three hits from my water pipe (mixed with weed), barely able to get the third. The room, shifted perspective a bit, and what seemed to be a bright light illuminating the room, I heard chiming that sped up to form a semi-solid tone. The room rapidly fractalized with all manner of color and I found myself racing at light speed through a massive grid of color. Still racing, I banked and flew down a "familiar" hallway with white walls, then burst into the "white light". In this timeless space of pure white light and awareness, I let go of all my memories, my life, my will to live, everything.... I was dead, and I just let go.
Then beings of light arrived, "gatekeepers", and spoke words to me that resonated in me deeply, and after speaking to me, they launched me back to me body. Still heavily paralyzed from the dose, I crashed back into my body, and my mind, still delirious, freaked out. I called out as loud as my half paralyzed mouth could muster, but quickly regained my bearing once I saw my friend. For several minutes after this, I resonated with the most intense sense of rebirth I ever felt, and I felt this golden resonance as I saw and felt the room glow and distort with light.
The visuals ended suddenly at the end, and I found myself unwilling to move yet, I was still attempting to comprehend what I had just experienced, as I cried tears of joy. I got what I wanted, death, and from it, new life, an unexpected gift.
This was my beautiful beginning to a journey that would shortly after lead me to train with several shamans, and participate in an Ayahuasca ceremony. The story continues........
I had been practicing meditation and energetics (mostly taoist) for several years prior, and DMT first came up in a conversation with a friend of mine several years before. However at the time the subject came up again as another one of my friends brought it up with me again. I wasn't very interested in expanding my meditation with psychedelics, however a peculiar feature grabbed my attention. The speculation that DMT could be the endogenous mediating factor involved in naturally occuring dreams, NDE's and death.
This held my attention firmly for several weeks for several reasons, first, that I was studying brain physiology at the time, second, that my grandmother was dying. I easily found the research done by Strassman, and read not only his book, but several of the actual studies.
As the synchronicities took me, my grandmother passed away (while conscious), and shortly after my friend announced he had found a source of DMT (supposedly made by a professional chemist). The signs were there, and I curious to experience what my grandmother had just experienced during her death, so I accepted the opportunity without hesitation.
A week later, the night came, and me and my two close friends, gathered in the house my grandmother passed in. The DMT was pure white, and of the utmost quality. The room was simply decorated, and I sat in my grandmother's recliner. As expected, my first dose was too low, I didn't break through, but it gave me the confidence to do a proper hit an hour later.
Now the real experience. Sitting in my chair I smoked three hits from my water pipe (mixed with weed), barely able to get the third. The room, shifted perspective a bit, and what seemed to be a bright light illuminating the room, I heard chiming that sped up to form a semi-solid tone. The room rapidly fractalized with all manner of color and I found myself racing at light speed through a massive grid of color. Still racing, I banked and flew down a "familiar" hallway with white walls, then burst into the "white light". In this timeless space of pure white light and awareness, I let go of all my memories, my life, my will to live, everything.... I was dead, and I just let go.
Then beings of light arrived, "gatekeepers", and spoke words to me that resonated in me deeply, and after speaking to me, they launched me back to me body. Still heavily paralyzed from the dose, I crashed back into my body, and my mind, still delirious, freaked out. I called out as loud as my half paralyzed mouth could muster, but quickly regained my bearing once I saw my friend. For several minutes after this, I resonated with the most intense sense of rebirth I ever felt, and I felt this golden resonance as I saw and felt the room glow and distort with light.
The visuals ended suddenly at the end, and I found myself unwilling to move yet, I was still attempting to comprehend what I had just experienced, as I cried tears of joy. I got what I wanted, death, and from it, new life, an unexpected gift.
This was my beautiful beginning to a journey that would shortly after lead me to train with several shamans, and participate in an Ayahuasca ceremony. The story continues........
