PupilOfPerception
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I've been lurking here for close to 8 months now and thought I'd finally post, largely because some personal experiences, coupled with finding the seemingly-well-known story of Nexus user "joebono," lead me to believe I can both find some help and be of some help to others that find themselves going through similar challenges.
I first learned of DMT via radio broadcasts of Terence McKenna lectures in the early 90s in Southern California, where I grew up, on the recommendation of my dad. I spent a few years dabbling in psychedelics after high school, but never came across anyone with access to DMT.
At the end of 1995, I "came to Jesus" on an acid trip, and ended-up becoming a member of the LDS church - that would be an LSD-to-LDS transition.
For the next 15 years, I didn't touch any mind-altering substances other than over-the-counter and prescription meds. A little over a year ago, though, that changed. I started to partake of marijuana here and there, and then met a kid that said he could get DMT. The temptation to try it was overwhelming, since I'd been interested in it for nearly 20 years.
The details of the transition into my use of it can be shared later, but the main thing is this: at one point, I was using it in small, non-breakthrough doses, on a somewhat regular basis... As in, every hour or two, for days on end. Again, not enough to see visual hallucinations, but enough to bring me into a state of mind where casual links between things seemed spiritually significant to me. And here's the thing: it was as though the entire world, through music, movies, chance meetings, etc., was talking to me, trying to tell me something. It was as though I was the character of that movie, Total Recall, in a strange way, but in this version, God was "waking me up" to some work he needed me to do, and DMT and all of these "signs" were "keys" that were opening locks in my mind that had, before coming to this earth, been sealed for this exact purpose. Synchronicity was everywhere, constantly. I couldn't go an hour or two without seeing connections.
Yeah.
And then, it all came crashing down on me. The realization that it was all delusional and bogus. And that's when hell really started for me. I was thrust into the worst depression I've ever experienced. I have no courage, so suicide was out of the question - but I wished for death a number of times. Loneliness, the kind of which I've never experienced, became my daily bread. I started to question my faith in God as well as my ability to even get up in the morning. It doesn't help that the only advice I got was to get on some kind of anti-depressant. If it were not for the fact that I have no faith in modern medicine, that probably would've been okay. But I can't knowingly take meds that I feel are going to screw me up even worse in the long run.
Now, unlike "joebono," I don't "blame" DMT for this - I made my choices, albeit ignorantly, and must live with the consequences. It can be argued that this experience is exactly what I need, and that DMT will ultimately prove, at some point in the future, to have been a tool for enlightenment for me, personally. But, I would tell the uninitiated to exercise caution when contemplating the start of a journey with DMT - it's not a toy or something that one should take lightly. Here's a quote that really sums it up for me:
Furthermore, keep in mind that a spirit molecule is not spiritual in and of itself. It is a tool, or a vehicle. Think of it as a tugboat, a chariot, a scout on horseback, something to which we can hitch our consciousness. It pulls us into worlds known only to itself. We need to hold on tight, and we must be prepared, for spiritual realms include both heaven and hell, both fantasy and nightmare. While the spirit molecule's role may seem angelic, there is no guarantee it will not take us to the demonic. - Dr. Rick Strassman, "DMT: The Spirit Molecule"
If anyone has any advice on dealing with DMT-induced depression, I'd love to hear it.
I first learned of DMT via radio broadcasts of Terence McKenna lectures in the early 90s in Southern California, where I grew up, on the recommendation of my dad. I spent a few years dabbling in psychedelics after high school, but never came across anyone with access to DMT.
At the end of 1995, I "came to Jesus" on an acid trip, and ended-up becoming a member of the LDS church - that would be an LSD-to-LDS transition.
For the next 15 years, I didn't touch any mind-altering substances other than over-the-counter and prescription meds. A little over a year ago, though, that changed. I started to partake of marijuana here and there, and then met a kid that said he could get DMT. The temptation to try it was overwhelming, since I'd been interested in it for nearly 20 years.
The details of the transition into my use of it can be shared later, but the main thing is this: at one point, I was using it in small, non-breakthrough doses, on a somewhat regular basis... As in, every hour or two, for days on end. Again, not enough to see visual hallucinations, but enough to bring me into a state of mind where casual links between things seemed spiritually significant to me. And here's the thing: it was as though the entire world, through music, movies, chance meetings, etc., was talking to me, trying to tell me something. It was as though I was the character of that movie, Total Recall, in a strange way, but in this version, God was "waking me up" to some work he needed me to do, and DMT and all of these "signs" were "keys" that were opening locks in my mind that had, before coming to this earth, been sealed for this exact purpose. Synchronicity was everywhere, constantly. I couldn't go an hour or two without seeing connections.
Yeah.
And then, it all came crashing down on me. The realization that it was all delusional and bogus. And that's when hell really started for me. I was thrust into the worst depression I've ever experienced. I have no courage, so suicide was out of the question - but I wished for death a number of times. Loneliness, the kind of which I've never experienced, became my daily bread. I started to question my faith in God as well as my ability to even get up in the morning. It doesn't help that the only advice I got was to get on some kind of anti-depressant. If it were not for the fact that I have no faith in modern medicine, that probably would've been okay. But I can't knowingly take meds that I feel are going to screw me up even worse in the long run.
Now, unlike "joebono," I don't "blame" DMT for this - I made my choices, albeit ignorantly, and must live with the consequences. It can be argued that this experience is exactly what I need, and that DMT will ultimately prove, at some point in the future, to have been a tool for enlightenment for me, personally. But, I would tell the uninitiated to exercise caution when contemplating the start of a journey with DMT - it's not a toy or something that one should take lightly. Here's a quote that really sums it up for me:
Furthermore, keep in mind that a spirit molecule is not spiritual in and of itself. It is a tool, or a vehicle. Think of it as a tugboat, a chariot, a scout on horseback, something to which we can hitch our consciousness. It pulls us into worlds known only to itself. We need to hold on tight, and we must be prepared, for spiritual realms include both heaven and hell, both fantasy and nightmare. While the spirit molecule's role may seem angelic, there is no guarantee it will not take us to the demonic. - Dr. Rick Strassman, "DMT: The Spirit Molecule"
If anyone has any advice on dealing with DMT-induced depression, I'd love to hear it.