Elmo Mentz
Rising Star
Hello all,
This is my first post here and it is a desperate one. I was introduced to DMT using a vape cartridge and while I had never broken through on it, I truly enjoyed the interaction I had. The world took on a new dimension when I took it. inanimate objects became living things, like the ceiling fans became plants with the same basic shape but like an alien plant. Like I was straddling the border between this world and the next. I was amazed because unlike the substances I had done previously, DMT actually seemed to cleanse my mind and I was able to interact with the world coherently and when it wore off, I felt refreshed, emotionally drained but refreshed. I know now why there is an interest in using it for the treatment of addiction.
My problem came when I extracted my own. I did not know much and hadn't even heard of this site and I followed no safety protocols so forgive me for that. I had heard of people seeing the gods or interacting with other sentient beings in another space, but I didn't know anyone who had. After my extraction, which was very sad, I had a small amount on the bottom of the pan. I really didn't have enough to scrape but I did have a Seahorse device and decided to smoke it directly from there. I had a process of taking three hits without breathing between from the cartridges and that produced a very nice experience every time. I took the first 2 hits from the bottom of the pan and knew it was going to be intense but when I took the third and blew it out the world started to fall away. I felt as if I was being dragged into another world and I wasn't prepared for this. I started my process for stabilizing myself but that is when things really went south. I laid back on my bed and started to focus on my breathing, that is when I realized I wasn't breathing. I sat up and was able to gasp for air but I was still being taken and there was a clicking sound that I can only explain as some type of insect trying to communicate with me. That is when time rewound and everything started over. This happened several times, with me adding a new step to try and stabilize myself each time, and at the end of each series I would realize I wasn't, and don't believe I had been, breathing. Not holding my breath, like I had just stopped breathing at the exhale when I had blown out the last hit. I went through this several times so that in the end it was lay back on the bed, sit up, stand up, sit down again and then try and focus on taking deep breaths and realize again I wasn't breathing. I gasped for air and called my dog and put my hands on him to ground me to this world. Either the DMT was wearing off a little or I struggled enough to maintain but I was actually able to breathe this time and while it was like standing in raging river and trying not to be swept away, I was able to physically resist. I literally told whatever someone or something that I now believe had been there to guide me, but I could be wrong, and was trying to pull me into this other world, that I would not go unless I was in control. At this point the feeling of being swept down a river subsided tremendously, and I was left with a feeling that I had made a mistake. The rest of the experience was at best a ghostly reflection of the colors and geometric shapes I had experienced before. I have been unable to come close to peeking through the vail again. I believe now that my ego and need to control everything around me is what caused the issue. I use DMT because it seems to cleanse my spirit I guess you could say. All of the stress and emotional garbage are washed away after I come down from my DMT high. That has lessened now and there are no beautiful colors and visuals of growing flowing geometric patterns. It is like because of my refusal to be led and to cooperate I have been banned from taking the journey. I have asked to be forgiven and even offered to give control of very breath, which in writing this makes me think that may be the problem. Sorry that truly was a new realization. Here is the last nugget of knowledge. Last night I was quite desperate for relief because of some truly harsh emotionally wrenching things that have been going on and I pushed the limits with DMT as well as some other things and began to break through. Again I realized I wasn't breathing. I had a friend with me this time and was able to calm myself. Once I had him making sure I was breathing while we were on our trip, I was able to enjoy it somewhat, but it was not like before. I think now that I offered control of my breath but when tested I was unable to let go of that control and therefore, I think I lied to the gods. Has anyone experienced anything like this and if so, do you have any idea of how to resolve it?
This is my first post here and it is a desperate one. I was introduced to DMT using a vape cartridge and while I had never broken through on it, I truly enjoyed the interaction I had. The world took on a new dimension when I took it. inanimate objects became living things, like the ceiling fans became plants with the same basic shape but like an alien plant. Like I was straddling the border between this world and the next. I was amazed because unlike the substances I had done previously, DMT actually seemed to cleanse my mind and I was able to interact with the world coherently and when it wore off, I felt refreshed, emotionally drained but refreshed. I know now why there is an interest in using it for the treatment of addiction.
My problem came when I extracted my own. I did not know much and hadn't even heard of this site and I followed no safety protocols so forgive me for that. I had heard of people seeing the gods or interacting with other sentient beings in another space, but I didn't know anyone who had. After my extraction, which was very sad, I had a small amount on the bottom of the pan. I really didn't have enough to scrape but I did have a Seahorse device and decided to smoke it directly from there. I had a process of taking three hits without breathing between from the cartridges and that produced a very nice experience every time. I took the first 2 hits from the bottom of the pan and knew it was going to be intense but when I took the third and blew it out the world started to fall away. I felt as if I was being dragged into another world and I wasn't prepared for this. I started my process for stabilizing myself but that is when things really went south. I laid back on my bed and started to focus on my breathing, that is when I realized I wasn't breathing. I sat up and was able to gasp for air but I was still being taken and there was a clicking sound that I can only explain as some type of insect trying to communicate with me. That is when time rewound and everything started over. This happened several times, with me adding a new step to try and stabilize myself each time, and at the end of each series I would realize I wasn't, and don't believe I had been, breathing. Not holding my breath, like I had just stopped breathing at the exhale when I had blown out the last hit. I went through this several times so that in the end it was lay back on the bed, sit up, stand up, sit down again and then try and focus on taking deep breaths and realize again I wasn't breathing. I gasped for air and called my dog and put my hands on him to ground me to this world. Either the DMT was wearing off a little or I struggled enough to maintain but I was actually able to breathe this time and while it was like standing in raging river and trying not to be swept away, I was able to physically resist. I literally told whatever someone or something that I now believe had been there to guide me, but I could be wrong, and was trying to pull me into this other world, that I would not go unless I was in control. At this point the feeling of being swept down a river subsided tremendously, and I was left with a feeling that I had made a mistake. The rest of the experience was at best a ghostly reflection of the colors and geometric shapes I had experienced before. I have been unable to come close to peeking through the vail again. I believe now that my ego and need to control everything around me is what caused the issue. I use DMT because it seems to cleanse my spirit I guess you could say. All of the stress and emotional garbage are washed away after I come down from my DMT high. That has lessened now and there are no beautiful colors and visuals of growing flowing geometric patterns. It is like because of my refusal to be led and to cooperate I have been banned from taking the journey. I have asked to be forgiven and even offered to give control of very breath, which in writing this makes me think that may be the problem. Sorry that truly was a new realization. Here is the last nugget of knowledge. Last night I was quite desperate for relief because of some truly harsh emotionally wrenching things that have been going on and I pushed the limits with DMT as well as some other things and began to break through. Again I realized I wasn't breathing. I had a friend with me this time and was able to calm myself. Once I had him making sure I was breathing while we were on our trip, I was able to enjoy it somewhat, but it was not like before. I think now that I offered control of my breath but when tested I was unable to let go of that control and therefore, I think I lied to the gods. Has anyone experienced anything like this and if so, do you have any idea of how to resolve it?
. I will go ahead and post in the thread you gave me for now. I am quite sure they have been answered before though. Thanks for the kindness. :d