Pandelume
Rising Star
Hi all. This is my first post. I have to talk about this.
I am interested in the nature of consciousness. I want to know what it is. I want to know what will happen when I die. When I heard Terrence McKenna talk about DMT on Youtube, I was immediately and overwhelmingly curious.
So I found this place. I ordered glassware and root bark from the internet. From 100g MHRB, I ended up extracting and recrystallizing about 1 gram of off-white crystalline powder the color of parmesan cheese. I bought a new atomizer for my nicotine vape device. I added 1 mL of 50% propylene glycol/50% vegetable glycerin and counted out 28 inhalations to deplete it. I dissolved 500 mg of my DMT powder into 1 mL of 50% pg/vg, total volume ended up being about 2 mL. So I calculated ~9 mg of DMT per inhalation.
Then I started experimenting. On my first attempt, I think the vape device's cotton was still pretty saturated with DMT-free pg/vg juice. I took 1 hit at a time, waiting about 30 seconds between hits until effects were noticed. It took 5 inhalations until I got an effect very similar to magic mushrooms, but x 100. Visuals lasted 5 minutes or so. It was intense but not overwhelming. Pleasant and fun. could be a party drug.
I tried the next night and got the same effect with 2 x inhalations. [~18 mg?]
Then I had 2 days off, home alone. On the first day, I took 4 hits. Should be about 36 mg DMT. I was prepared for an intense experience and told my self to just remember to let go. It was utterly terrifying. I wrote down what I could remember of the experience immediately afterwards:
4 puffs [~36 mg DMT]. Extraordinarily frightening. Felt like a panic attack. Telling myself not to fight it helps 0%. It feels so so bad. Wanted it to stop. Agony. Like something has gone wrong, something is not right. Can't remember much from the beginning of trip, from initial visions, just fear. I'm petrified, trying to figure out how i can take my pulse, reassure myself I haven't done something horrible in reality. Stuff was happening, but all I remember is preoccupation with dread. There is no way to think logically. I think visually it was just disorganized patterns, central was just the feeling of panic. [edit, next day: I am definitely wrong and just can't remember the trip. I remember more from this trip after dosing the next day, as I had a repeat of many of the visions which are still poorly remembered and not describable.] Complete dread does finally pass, and I'm somewhere, covered in dmt? Some yellow, fluffy stuff. I think it was dmt! And I'm in an object like a commercial fryer, a metal basket or drawer. Entities are there, covered in the same stuff, too, made out of it, like fuzzy Muppets but with insectoid eyes. They don't seem good or evil, they're amused maybe, perhaps scientists. They were looking at me, doing something with me. I was some sort of subject. not an equal. They did not try to communicate with me. Slowly must have started coming down, realized I should try to remember what I was seeing. Then realized I had a body, and I could open my eyes. I was ok at this point though and did not open my eyes. tried to stay where i was as long as possible to try and figure out what this dmt experience is. Extreme relief. I had survived. But disappointment. All I remembered seemed like a mere hallucination without any sort of insight.
Next day, I am home alone again. I steel myself to try it again.
3 puffs [~27 mg DMT]. Infinitely better, but somehow still too strong. I figured out a lot from last dose this time, as many of the experiences were the same. I remembered the initial part and now know why it scared me when it is first kicking in. Piece by piece, as the dmt takes hold, every faculty with which I make sense of reality stops functioning. I believe I've heard this described as ego dissolution. It feels bad until it's complete, as then there's no faculty capable of worrying about it anymore. It is the dismantling of sense of self, sense of interpersonal relationships, and, the most difficult and anxiety inducing, sense of time. I comfort myself beforehand with the idea that even if it's bad, it'll only last 10 minutes. That means nothing when sense of the passage of time stops functioning. As this is happening, it is shocking. You are helpless to prevent it, and I don't know how an extreme negative reaction can be avoided without simply getting used to it! I also realized yesterday's dose was disappointing only because I only remembered the very, very end of it, a minuscule amount. After my mind is dismantled as described, I don't think I can remember much. I remember something about mosquito-like beings, again not communicating. They were just working. Was I watching them work or was I part of the indescribable material they were working with? I'm not sure. As it happened, I was eventually aware of my fingers tapping together, then of my breathing, then of my position in "real" space, that I was lying on a bed. The visions then ended as if sunlight was cast on them and they started to melt as if made from impossibly thin ice. This--the end of the trip, coming back--is again the only clear memory. I opened my eyes to incredibly complex patterns that looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics everywhere. I felt the memory of what happened in the trip leaving me, knew the visions and experience would be mostly impossible to remember which made me grin and laugh. I felt good yet exhausted, like I had just survived a car crash unscathed. I accidentally took another hit of the dmt vape before replacing atomizer with the one containing nicotine. Exhaled immediately with no continuance of trip.
So, I'm going from hey, this feels like mushrooms! with 2 hits, to complete loss of baseline reality and dismantling of most aspects of my consciousness and accompanying 90%+ memory loss of the experience with 3 hits.
The experience is 1000 times weirder than any trip report I've read or heard, including McKenna's. McKenna's description of the trip is so sensical, it sounds to me like he made the whole thing up! There was not enough "me" during my trips to interact with an entity or do anything. I'm dismantled so quickly, I can't remember where I went or how I got there.
Has anyone else had dmt trips like this?
Is there any strategy to remember more?
How is it not universal to experience extreme panic when first confronted with the shutdown of every tool your consciousness has to navigate "baseline" reality?
Why am I tripping this hard off what I understood to be low-ish or at least below breakthrough doses?
WTF does it all mean?!
I am interested in the nature of consciousness. I want to know what it is. I want to know what will happen when I die. When I heard Terrence McKenna talk about DMT on Youtube, I was immediately and overwhelmingly curious.
So I found this place. I ordered glassware and root bark from the internet. From 100g MHRB, I ended up extracting and recrystallizing about 1 gram of off-white crystalline powder the color of parmesan cheese. I bought a new atomizer for my nicotine vape device. I added 1 mL of 50% propylene glycol/50% vegetable glycerin and counted out 28 inhalations to deplete it. I dissolved 500 mg of my DMT powder into 1 mL of 50% pg/vg, total volume ended up being about 2 mL. So I calculated ~9 mg of DMT per inhalation.
Then I started experimenting. On my first attempt, I think the vape device's cotton was still pretty saturated with DMT-free pg/vg juice. I took 1 hit at a time, waiting about 30 seconds between hits until effects were noticed. It took 5 inhalations until I got an effect very similar to magic mushrooms, but x 100. Visuals lasted 5 minutes or so. It was intense but not overwhelming. Pleasant and fun. could be a party drug.
I tried the next night and got the same effect with 2 x inhalations. [~18 mg?]
Then I had 2 days off, home alone. On the first day, I took 4 hits. Should be about 36 mg DMT. I was prepared for an intense experience and told my self to just remember to let go. It was utterly terrifying. I wrote down what I could remember of the experience immediately afterwards:
4 puffs [~36 mg DMT]. Extraordinarily frightening. Felt like a panic attack. Telling myself not to fight it helps 0%. It feels so so bad. Wanted it to stop. Agony. Like something has gone wrong, something is not right. Can't remember much from the beginning of trip, from initial visions, just fear. I'm petrified, trying to figure out how i can take my pulse, reassure myself I haven't done something horrible in reality. Stuff was happening, but all I remember is preoccupation with dread. There is no way to think logically. I think visually it was just disorganized patterns, central was just the feeling of panic. [edit, next day: I am definitely wrong and just can't remember the trip. I remember more from this trip after dosing the next day, as I had a repeat of many of the visions which are still poorly remembered and not describable.] Complete dread does finally pass, and I'm somewhere, covered in dmt? Some yellow, fluffy stuff. I think it was dmt! And I'm in an object like a commercial fryer, a metal basket or drawer. Entities are there, covered in the same stuff, too, made out of it, like fuzzy Muppets but with insectoid eyes. They don't seem good or evil, they're amused maybe, perhaps scientists. They were looking at me, doing something with me. I was some sort of subject. not an equal. They did not try to communicate with me. Slowly must have started coming down, realized I should try to remember what I was seeing. Then realized I had a body, and I could open my eyes. I was ok at this point though and did not open my eyes. tried to stay where i was as long as possible to try and figure out what this dmt experience is. Extreme relief. I had survived. But disappointment. All I remembered seemed like a mere hallucination without any sort of insight.
Next day, I am home alone again. I steel myself to try it again.
3 puffs [~27 mg DMT]. Infinitely better, but somehow still too strong. I figured out a lot from last dose this time, as many of the experiences were the same. I remembered the initial part and now know why it scared me when it is first kicking in. Piece by piece, as the dmt takes hold, every faculty with which I make sense of reality stops functioning. I believe I've heard this described as ego dissolution. It feels bad until it's complete, as then there's no faculty capable of worrying about it anymore. It is the dismantling of sense of self, sense of interpersonal relationships, and, the most difficult and anxiety inducing, sense of time. I comfort myself beforehand with the idea that even if it's bad, it'll only last 10 minutes. That means nothing when sense of the passage of time stops functioning. As this is happening, it is shocking. You are helpless to prevent it, and I don't know how an extreme negative reaction can be avoided without simply getting used to it! I also realized yesterday's dose was disappointing only because I only remembered the very, very end of it, a minuscule amount. After my mind is dismantled as described, I don't think I can remember much. I remember something about mosquito-like beings, again not communicating. They were just working. Was I watching them work or was I part of the indescribable material they were working with? I'm not sure. As it happened, I was eventually aware of my fingers tapping together, then of my breathing, then of my position in "real" space, that I was lying on a bed. The visions then ended as if sunlight was cast on them and they started to melt as if made from impossibly thin ice. This--the end of the trip, coming back--is again the only clear memory. I opened my eyes to incredibly complex patterns that looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics everywhere. I felt the memory of what happened in the trip leaving me, knew the visions and experience would be mostly impossible to remember which made me grin and laugh. I felt good yet exhausted, like I had just survived a car crash unscathed. I accidentally took another hit of the dmt vape before replacing atomizer with the one containing nicotine. Exhaled immediately with no continuance of trip.
So, I'm going from hey, this feels like mushrooms! with 2 hits, to complete loss of baseline reality and dismantling of most aspects of my consciousness and accompanying 90%+ memory loss of the experience with 3 hits.
The experience is 1000 times weirder than any trip report I've read or heard, including McKenna's. McKenna's description of the trip is so sensical, it sounds to me like he made the whole thing up! There was not enough "me" during my trips to interact with an entity or do anything. I'm dismantled so quickly, I can't remember where I went or how I got there.
Has anyone else had dmt trips like this?
Is there any strategy to remember more?
How is it not universal to experience extreme panic when first confronted with the shutdown of every tool your consciousness has to navigate "baseline" reality?
Why am I tripping this hard off what I understood to be low-ish or at least below breakthrough doses?
WTF does it all mean?!
Moderator said:Edited. Sourcing.