Shrabbit420
Rising Star
So my first experience(s) with DMT was from a batch that a very good friend had made. He used xylene as the NPS so that the "mystery alkaloid" would also be present, has anyone actually figured out what that is yet?
First the good:
The first experience was done outside, next to a bend in the river which had created a sandy bank. On both sides of the water there was massive amounts of trees and plants, an the sand area was just big enough to hold myself and 3 friends. This area was very secluded and beautiful. The one friend who had made the extract, lets call him Ca, loaded the bowl for me, it was a small 5" bong, very thick glass, and there was steel wool shoved into the downstem (the female part) and the dmt was set into the steel wool. Ca instructed me how to apply heat to it correctly to vaporize the DMT. I proceeded to take the entire hit, probably about 20-30mg, in one solid toke. I held it in and then exhaled, I felt a small amount of vibration in my body and just laid back and looked into the sky. I saw a female entity who held out her left hand to me, like a gesture for me to come with her. The sky was immediately filled with the glowing edges of a chrysanthemum flower, it was a burnt gold color, and the female entity was standing in the middle. I looked down into the trees across from me and saw what I can only describe as a glowing spider web of energy connecting all the trees and plants, with faint lines reaching across the river into the trees behind/above me. As I looked at the trees on my side of the river my attention was drawn down to the sand and I could see bugs, I think they were ants, crawling along, They glowed brightly like small stars and the trails they left also glowed like a faint plasma streak. And I could see ALL the trails in the sand, there were thousands of them that wouldn't normally been seen by sober eyes. As I marveled at these fantastically intricate trails I caught a glimpse of my left arm, I held it up and could see two golden lines, inside my arm near the core, I couldn't see my skeleton but I could tell these two lines were making a double-helix around the bone, traveling up my arm towards my palm. The tip of the lines glowed brightly, just like the bugs in the sand. As they reached my palm, the visions faded, Everything still had a very bright glow to it, like the entire area was radiating energy that I could still see. I was left in astonishment, I couldn't find the right words to even describe how I was feeling let alone what I saw, it took me at least the rest of the day to be able to barely describe it, and another 2-3 days before I was fully able to articulate what had happened to me. But that night I knew I loved DMT.
I tried the DMT, or "Dark DMT" as I know knew it as, a couple more times. I met male entities which I had pseudo-telepathic conversations with, they would do crazy stuff like walk up the wall and sit on a chair hanging down from the ceiling, peak out from behind doors to surprise me, and it seemed like the were always coming very close to me, like they were excited to see me and wanted to show me something, I never learned what though, unless they were just showing me the beauty of their dimension.
Now, the bad:
One night my friend Co was over, different guy than before, we were watching movies and listening to music, just doing lots of different things. Somehow DMT came up in one of our conversations, I told him that I still had some, and he asked if he could do some. I didn't mind, and I proceeded to load a bowl for him, he could only take very small hits and complained that the smoke always seems harsh to him. Later I found out that when Co and and another friend Mi had purchased DMT from Ca, the smoked it using very fine steel wool, which caught on fire and burned. So Co had a developed a reflex to the DMT smoke which caused him to not be able to handle it very well. Anyway I loaded a dose for myself, not even thinking if there was still anything un-vaporized in the lower screens. I should probably mention that my smoking apparatus was my regular weed bong, actually a zong, but I had put about nine metal screens in the bowl, the DMT would sit on top of these screens, and I put another 4-5 screens above the DMT. This provided a perfect catch for the dmt to vaporize on, and the upper screens prevented the flame from directly touching the DMT. I told Co I was going to my room to sit in a comfortable place while I blasted off. I stacked my pillows to one side of my bed, turned the black-lights on (1x48" lamp, and 2x18" lamps), so my room was glowing brightly. I took the entire dose in one massive rip, it was probably about 40mg plus whatever may have been left from Co's dose. As I cleared the bong and went to set it down next to my bed, my arm began physically trembling, I was able to successfully set it down without knocking it or anything else over. I leaned back into the pillows I had set up, got comfortable, and exhaled. The room was bright a bright indigo color and it just dissolved, mosaic style, sorta like going to a boss-stage on the old SNES mario game, just pixelated into darkness. There was no color or fractals anywhere, all I heard was screaming voices and ambulance sirens. I thought I was floating above my bed, as my friend Co came into the room to discover my dead body, he was trying to call my mom, as she was out of town, or maybe he had her on the phone. But I could only hear the screaming voices who sounded like my loved ones weeping for my death.
I sat up in my bed clutching my chest, I had the most horrible cottonmouth ever, and I couldn't remember how to use my tongue/throat muscles to swallow saliva and cure this dreaded cottonmouth. I somehow managed to make it into my kitchen, all the way across the house, and get myself a glass of water. I sat down at the kitchen table with my friend Co. As I took a drink of water and looked through the bottom of the glass, I realized my vision had split the world into separate colors of the spectrum, and it was spinning them around the center of my vision. As I came down my vision grew back together and was fairly normal, I asked Co how long I was in my room, he said maybe 5 minutes, although to me it felt like hours had passed. I was still dealing with these most insane feelings/thoughts, and I start to notice what my friend Co is watching on his laptop. He is watching Fear and Loathing, and it is the adrenochrome scene, I'm finally back to baseline just as Hunter S. Thompson is realizing what happened to him. I couldn't help but to start laughing, I finally understood that scene perfectly, the decent into madness then coming back. I think this may have been my saving grace for that experience, as it hit me on a personal level. I was able to appreciate what had happened to me, and be glad that I was still alive and normal.
So that was a little over a year ago, and given my past experience I'm a little reluctant to dive back into hyperspace. I get very nervous just thinking about trying it again. But It's been long enough, and I feel I have grown since then. I'm hoping you kind sages can impart some wisdom/guidance onto me to ease my worries.
Peace, and Love.
First the good:
The first experience was done outside, next to a bend in the river which had created a sandy bank. On both sides of the water there was massive amounts of trees and plants, an the sand area was just big enough to hold myself and 3 friends. This area was very secluded and beautiful. The one friend who had made the extract, lets call him Ca, loaded the bowl for me, it was a small 5" bong, very thick glass, and there was steel wool shoved into the downstem (the female part) and the dmt was set into the steel wool. Ca instructed me how to apply heat to it correctly to vaporize the DMT. I proceeded to take the entire hit, probably about 20-30mg, in one solid toke. I held it in and then exhaled, I felt a small amount of vibration in my body and just laid back and looked into the sky. I saw a female entity who held out her left hand to me, like a gesture for me to come with her. The sky was immediately filled with the glowing edges of a chrysanthemum flower, it was a burnt gold color, and the female entity was standing in the middle. I looked down into the trees across from me and saw what I can only describe as a glowing spider web of energy connecting all the trees and plants, with faint lines reaching across the river into the trees behind/above me. As I looked at the trees on my side of the river my attention was drawn down to the sand and I could see bugs, I think they were ants, crawling along, They glowed brightly like small stars and the trails they left also glowed like a faint plasma streak. And I could see ALL the trails in the sand, there were thousands of them that wouldn't normally been seen by sober eyes. As I marveled at these fantastically intricate trails I caught a glimpse of my left arm, I held it up and could see two golden lines, inside my arm near the core, I couldn't see my skeleton but I could tell these two lines were making a double-helix around the bone, traveling up my arm towards my palm. The tip of the lines glowed brightly, just like the bugs in the sand. As they reached my palm, the visions faded, Everything still had a very bright glow to it, like the entire area was radiating energy that I could still see. I was left in astonishment, I couldn't find the right words to even describe how I was feeling let alone what I saw, it took me at least the rest of the day to be able to barely describe it, and another 2-3 days before I was fully able to articulate what had happened to me. But that night I knew I loved DMT.
I tried the DMT, or "Dark DMT" as I know knew it as, a couple more times. I met male entities which I had pseudo-telepathic conversations with, they would do crazy stuff like walk up the wall and sit on a chair hanging down from the ceiling, peak out from behind doors to surprise me, and it seemed like the were always coming very close to me, like they were excited to see me and wanted to show me something, I never learned what though, unless they were just showing me the beauty of their dimension.
Now, the bad:
One night my friend Co was over, different guy than before, we were watching movies and listening to music, just doing lots of different things. Somehow DMT came up in one of our conversations, I told him that I still had some, and he asked if he could do some. I didn't mind, and I proceeded to load a bowl for him, he could only take very small hits and complained that the smoke always seems harsh to him. Later I found out that when Co and and another friend Mi had purchased DMT from Ca, the smoked it using very fine steel wool, which caught on fire and burned. So Co had a developed a reflex to the DMT smoke which caused him to not be able to handle it very well. Anyway I loaded a dose for myself, not even thinking if there was still anything un-vaporized in the lower screens. I should probably mention that my smoking apparatus was my regular weed bong, actually a zong, but I had put about nine metal screens in the bowl, the DMT would sit on top of these screens, and I put another 4-5 screens above the DMT. This provided a perfect catch for the dmt to vaporize on, and the upper screens prevented the flame from directly touching the DMT. I told Co I was going to my room to sit in a comfortable place while I blasted off. I stacked my pillows to one side of my bed, turned the black-lights on (1x48" lamp, and 2x18" lamps), so my room was glowing brightly. I took the entire dose in one massive rip, it was probably about 40mg plus whatever may have been left from Co's dose. As I cleared the bong and went to set it down next to my bed, my arm began physically trembling, I was able to successfully set it down without knocking it or anything else over. I leaned back into the pillows I had set up, got comfortable, and exhaled. The room was bright a bright indigo color and it just dissolved, mosaic style, sorta like going to a boss-stage on the old SNES mario game, just pixelated into darkness. There was no color or fractals anywhere, all I heard was screaming voices and ambulance sirens. I thought I was floating above my bed, as my friend Co came into the room to discover my dead body, he was trying to call my mom, as she was out of town, or maybe he had her on the phone. But I could only hear the screaming voices who sounded like my loved ones weeping for my death.
I sat up in my bed clutching my chest, I had the most horrible cottonmouth ever, and I couldn't remember how to use my tongue/throat muscles to swallow saliva and cure this dreaded cottonmouth. I somehow managed to make it into my kitchen, all the way across the house, and get myself a glass of water. I sat down at the kitchen table with my friend Co. As I took a drink of water and looked through the bottom of the glass, I realized my vision had split the world into separate colors of the spectrum, and it was spinning them around the center of my vision. As I came down my vision grew back together and was fairly normal, I asked Co how long I was in my room, he said maybe 5 minutes, although to me it felt like hours had passed. I was still dealing with these most insane feelings/thoughts, and I start to notice what my friend Co is watching on his laptop. He is watching Fear and Loathing, and it is the adrenochrome scene, I'm finally back to baseline just as Hunter S. Thompson is realizing what happened to him. I couldn't help but to start laughing, I finally understood that scene perfectly, the decent into madness then coming back. I think this may have been my saving grace for that experience, as it hit me on a personal level. I was able to appreciate what had happened to me, and be glad that I was still alive and normal.
So that was a little over a year ago, and given my past experience I'm a little reluctant to dive back into hyperspace. I get very nervous just thinking about trying it again. But It's been long enough, and I feel I have grown since then. I'm hoping you kind sages can impart some wisdom/guidance onto me to ease my worries.
Peace, and Love.
