AgentOfTruth
Rising Star
Hello.
(My 2nd attempt at this post; the first, on my tablet, was accidentally deleted upon completion. Talk about frustrating.)
For my first post, I would like to extend my Greetings to DMT-Nexus, and those members whose posts I have found both entertaining and inspiring - but really this is a message of Gratitude & Thanks to the Creators of this site/space, that I/we may have a place to educate, share and enlighten ourselves about what is perhaps the greatest 'mind expanding' substance that our Mother Earth has yet provided for us.
It has been almost 17 years...and finally I am here. It was 1996/97 when I had a number of outstanding experiences upon ingesting fungi. These quickly led me to McKenna and his books, where soon upon reading I considered myself both a convert and devotee. I took advantage of every opportunity to enlighten people to the idea that tryptamines were and could quite possibly be responsible for both our intelligence and evolution as a species. Things became a little intense and I will admit I may have even become possessed for a brief time. I needed to chill out for a bit. But not before I got my hands on some spice.
It was FiveEmeO. My friend had some EnEnn but he was down to his last couple of doses and unfortunately could not part with it. Same with the EmeO; he was also down to the end (he had, unbelievably, an actual approx. 5 gram bottle of Sandoz Swiss Pharmaceutical FiveEmeO. It was impressive) but he was kind enough to pass me a dose.
October 96. I messed it up; I spread the EmeO over a small doob of mj that I rolled up - somehow forgetting at the last minute to put it all at the front. I cannot believe it...I had read about how to do it more than once. I realized upon taking the first hit that I had screwed it up, and I tried desperately to get as much in as I could while I was able.
Actually it was a pretty decent sub-breakthrough first time experience; I actually began to feel a 'presence' from 'entities' associated with several 'faces' that had formed out of the fractal-esque crystallization of my bedroom ceiling...but unfortunately they appeared for what seemed like only seconds before they began to fade.
Shortly after that night I began a long period of abstinence from psychedelics. Something had happened to me; I have always had faith and a strong belief in the 'Other', aliens/intelligent life elsewhere, as well as parallel dimensions/lives, space/time reality/nonreality, etc., - and something in me, for some reason, was telling me NOT to - or, rather, I didn't need to pursue the DMT experience any further for the time being; after all, what did I need a substance for, to prove anything in particular to myself? I didn't need to 'See' something to 'Believe' it. I was already a believer, as a result of everything I have been through.
But, at the same time, I could not deny, as time passed, that everything that has happened to me until now was not a coincidence, was not for a reason. Maybe in fact this WAS the reason...and that I would definitely at some point in the near future have the experience that I have contemplated now for so long. I simply figured it wasn't meant to be before now.
Summer, 2011. i travel to a music fest in CT, where I am sure my long lost cousin Dimitry will be hanging out. I plan to find Dimitry, bring Him home with me, and wait until I can have an enjoyable, successful and hopefully perfect night out with Him. My 'dream scenario' for many years now has been to be in the woods, at night, next to a body of water, and I would not be content until I did it this way.
Again, it would not be. I would not have a breakthrough. My plans went sadly awry when I could not procure...but instead was offered to take some tokes from a pipe (over some mj) with a group of persons I didn't know. This was the wrong method, wrong time, wrong place, and the wrong people to smoke spice with, and I would end up paying dearly for this error - but that is a whole other story, for another time. I will offer up that it wasn't a good idea right from the start to try smoking spice while on three strong hits of L. (Though my experience with L goes back as far as October 1986, and my first GD show...when I was 16, with the valedictorian of my high school. And what a long strange trip it has been, after 100's of trips)
Anyway, okay...time to stop messing about. This thing needs to happen, and successfully. I soon realize I am probably going to have to find someone to produce it for me, and start researching this. I discover this site. Wow, cool. I finally form a plan. A friend begins to acquire the necessary materials.
Summer 2012. I travel to Quebec, Canada, where I used to live, to spend some time camping in nature as well as visit with some old friends. I was surprised when an old, good friend of mine said he had some spice that a friend had made for him. He was able to give me what seemed like a pretty good size dose, and said he would prefer if I took it and did it elsewhere as he had a grueling work schedule this week. Fine with me. as I wanted to take it back home anyway. I promptly went and purchased an oil burner/'meth pipe' and started packing.
A few days later I am in the States, with my one dose.
Last night, 17 years after my first taste of spice, and after thorough review of proper technique, I would taste it again for the third time in my life. I was a little nervous - and I chickened out, I guess - when I decided to take only a small taste, just to re-acclimate my body and myself to the spice. I still had what looks like 60 mg. put aside. I eyeballed it, as I didn't have a proper scale. I think it was about 25-30 mg.
I melted it first, gently, then exhaled. Gently brought the heat closer to the glass, let the ball fill with dense smoke and began to inhale. I kept inhaling, until it was mostly depleted. I got a gooooood hit. It wasn't harsh at all, or I simply didn't notice it, and before I could blow it out I was starting to launch. I blew nothing out, and closed my eyes. Intense CEV beginning. I felt a presence again. I heard subtle noises, what seemed like a sort of frequency, but one that was trying to communicate with me. Feeling of fear, then...We Love You. My fear suddenly melts into a mild ecstatic feeling and I form a wide smile. I try to interpret what I am hearing, I try to discern what is happening, try to remain conscious throughout. I should be letting go, but I cannot...besides, I didn't take enough to cross over anyway. I am a little disappointed, but this again quickly turns to pleasure, in both my body and mind. I am an artist/ painter, and my paintings on the walls around me became animated and alive...even though I had another sub-breakthrough, my third one, everything felt alright, like it was supposed to be happening this way, again. It felt like almost an hour before I could stand up and move around. I slept better last night than I did in a long time, and still feel residual effects tonight, the next day. It was what I would describe as pretty close to breakthrough. I feel like came very close last night.
I feel ready, though I have to be up early tomorrow. I will wait. I have my 60mg put aside, with my pipe. I think tomorrow night is going to be very interesting...
(My 2nd attempt at this post; the first, on my tablet, was accidentally deleted upon completion. Talk about frustrating.)
For my first post, I would like to extend my Greetings to DMT-Nexus, and those members whose posts I have found both entertaining and inspiring - but really this is a message of Gratitude & Thanks to the Creators of this site/space, that I/we may have a place to educate, share and enlighten ourselves about what is perhaps the greatest 'mind expanding' substance that our Mother Earth has yet provided for us.
It has been almost 17 years...and finally I am here. It was 1996/97 when I had a number of outstanding experiences upon ingesting fungi. These quickly led me to McKenna and his books, where soon upon reading I considered myself both a convert and devotee. I took advantage of every opportunity to enlighten people to the idea that tryptamines were and could quite possibly be responsible for both our intelligence and evolution as a species. Things became a little intense and I will admit I may have even become possessed for a brief time. I needed to chill out for a bit. But not before I got my hands on some spice.
It was FiveEmeO. My friend had some EnEnn but he was down to his last couple of doses and unfortunately could not part with it. Same with the EmeO; he was also down to the end (he had, unbelievably, an actual approx. 5 gram bottle of Sandoz Swiss Pharmaceutical FiveEmeO. It was impressive) but he was kind enough to pass me a dose.
October 96. I messed it up; I spread the EmeO over a small doob of mj that I rolled up - somehow forgetting at the last minute to put it all at the front. I cannot believe it...I had read about how to do it more than once. I realized upon taking the first hit that I had screwed it up, and I tried desperately to get as much in as I could while I was able.
Actually it was a pretty decent sub-breakthrough first time experience; I actually began to feel a 'presence' from 'entities' associated with several 'faces' that had formed out of the fractal-esque crystallization of my bedroom ceiling...but unfortunately they appeared for what seemed like only seconds before they began to fade.
Shortly after that night I began a long period of abstinence from psychedelics. Something had happened to me; I have always had faith and a strong belief in the 'Other', aliens/intelligent life elsewhere, as well as parallel dimensions/lives, space/time reality/nonreality, etc., - and something in me, for some reason, was telling me NOT to - or, rather, I didn't need to pursue the DMT experience any further for the time being; after all, what did I need a substance for, to prove anything in particular to myself? I didn't need to 'See' something to 'Believe' it. I was already a believer, as a result of everything I have been through.
But, at the same time, I could not deny, as time passed, that everything that has happened to me until now was not a coincidence, was not for a reason. Maybe in fact this WAS the reason...and that I would definitely at some point in the near future have the experience that I have contemplated now for so long. I simply figured it wasn't meant to be before now.
Summer, 2011. i travel to a music fest in CT, where I am sure my long lost cousin Dimitry will be hanging out. I plan to find Dimitry, bring Him home with me, and wait until I can have an enjoyable, successful and hopefully perfect night out with Him. My 'dream scenario' for many years now has been to be in the woods, at night, next to a body of water, and I would not be content until I did it this way.
Again, it would not be. I would not have a breakthrough. My plans went sadly awry when I could not procure...but instead was offered to take some tokes from a pipe (over some mj) with a group of persons I didn't know. This was the wrong method, wrong time, wrong place, and the wrong people to smoke spice with, and I would end up paying dearly for this error - but that is a whole other story, for another time. I will offer up that it wasn't a good idea right from the start to try smoking spice while on three strong hits of L. (Though my experience with L goes back as far as October 1986, and my first GD show...when I was 16, with the valedictorian of my high school. And what a long strange trip it has been, after 100's of trips)
Anyway, okay...time to stop messing about. This thing needs to happen, and successfully. I soon realize I am probably going to have to find someone to produce it for me, and start researching this. I discover this site. Wow, cool. I finally form a plan. A friend begins to acquire the necessary materials.
Summer 2012. I travel to Quebec, Canada, where I used to live, to spend some time camping in nature as well as visit with some old friends. I was surprised when an old, good friend of mine said he had some spice that a friend had made for him. He was able to give me what seemed like a pretty good size dose, and said he would prefer if I took it and did it elsewhere as he had a grueling work schedule this week. Fine with me. as I wanted to take it back home anyway. I promptly went and purchased an oil burner/'meth pipe' and started packing.
A few days later I am in the States, with my one dose.
Last night, 17 years after my first taste of spice, and after thorough review of proper technique, I would taste it again for the third time in my life. I was a little nervous - and I chickened out, I guess - when I decided to take only a small taste, just to re-acclimate my body and myself to the spice. I still had what looks like 60 mg. put aside. I eyeballed it, as I didn't have a proper scale. I think it was about 25-30 mg.
I melted it first, gently, then exhaled. Gently brought the heat closer to the glass, let the ball fill with dense smoke and began to inhale. I kept inhaling, until it was mostly depleted. I got a gooooood hit. It wasn't harsh at all, or I simply didn't notice it, and before I could blow it out I was starting to launch. I blew nothing out, and closed my eyes. Intense CEV beginning. I felt a presence again. I heard subtle noises, what seemed like a sort of frequency, but one that was trying to communicate with me. Feeling of fear, then...We Love You. My fear suddenly melts into a mild ecstatic feeling and I form a wide smile. I try to interpret what I am hearing, I try to discern what is happening, try to remain conscious throughout. I should be letting go, but I cannot...besides, I didn't take enough to cross over anyway. I am a little disappointed, but this again quickly turns to pleasure, in both my body and mind. I am an artist/ painter, and my paintings on the walls around me became animated and alive...even though I had another sub-breakthrough, my third one, everything felt alright, like it was supposed to be happening this way, again. It felt like almost an hour before I could stand up and move around. I slept better last night than I did in a long time, and still feel residual effects tonight, the next day. It was what I would describe as pretty close to breakthrough. I feel like came very close last night.
I feel ready, though I have to be up early tomorrow. I will wait. I have my 60mg put aside, with my pipe. I think tomorrow night is going to be very interesting...
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