thecosmicjoke
Esteemed member
Below is half of the experience, as the other half is personal to the point it shouldn’t be shared online.
A common theme of my DMT use as of late has been forgetting the experience. This is frustrating to say the least. I smoked some DMT this morning, waking up at 7am specifically for it. What I was left with was a complete forgetting of the experience- from incredibly mild visuals to suddenly realizing the experience is over and I could only remember coming out. This left me very frustrated, to the point I was repeating in my mind “Stupid, stupid DMT.” I was angry that it had wiped my mind. When I smoke DMT early in the morning, this is more likely to happen. It’s possible that I’m falling asleep, and my mind just isn’t as sharp. Regardless, I planned to try again later in the day.
This time I started slow, I thought maybe I was taking too much in too quickly and I couldn’t handle remembering it. This approach is a fine line, because taking it in too slow leads to having to consume much more due to the rapid tolerance build. I took small hits on small hits, timing them as I went. I felt like the DMT was messing with me once I took my first large pull and felt fine. This morning it took one large pull to have me forgetting, and now multiple small hits and one large pull only lead to the “waiting room” we all now. I commanded the DMT to not let me forget this experience. I was very serious, and I started to feel that the spirit of the DMT was manifesting in my carpet. I treated it like an animal, and I thought the best approach was to show that I was the dominant being and it was subservient to me. This was a mistake, not because the DMT was going to punish me- but that it would simply leave if I were to treat it like that.
I realized that this is a mutual relationship, and I am not in control of it. It wants respect or it will leave. We work together, me and the DMT. I understood, and I showed it respect and love. I asked it to please allow me to remember the experience, and it did. A lot of DMT later. I wouldn’t be surprised if I burned through an entire point or more.
After multiple very large hits, I was forced to close my eyes. My inner vision felt it was no longer constrained to only behind my eyelids, but that it opened up in a 360 degree view. This place was geometrically beautiful, green and black being the theme. It was wonderful, and I wanted to go deeper. This place felt very lonely however, and that worried me.
It was then that I met a crab entity who wanted to enter my body. I was apprehensive at first, but I remembered a user on here recommending radical acceptance- and to go along with the experience. And so I did, and I allowed the crab to manifest my body. What happened next was incredibly beautiful and memorable.
The crab had grabbed my soul, and like wind was blowing behind me, I felt my soul be lifted, gently, out of my body. It was like standing on a silent mountain and feeling the breeze push upwards behind you toward the sun. I started to feel cold air around the perimeter of my body, especially my hands. I was feeling my soul.
It was powerful to know that this was mine. I knew it could not be threatened by any being in hyperspace. My soul was mine and mine only. I lifted the blanket I had wrapped around me to up and over my head, like great sails erected on a ship. I was soaring through hyperspace, inviting any being to come and visit so I could send it love. Some were scary, and I sent them love. They did not stay for long. It was then that I met a purple and green entity that marks the end of this story.
Your soul belongs to you, but it is yours to share as well.
A common theme of my DMT use as of late has been forgetting the experience. This is frustrating to say the least. I smoked some DMT this morning, waking up at 7am specifically for it. What I was left with was a complete forgetting of the experience- from incredibly mild visuals to suddenly realizing the experience is over and I could only remember coming out. This left me very frustrated, to the point I was repeating in my mind “Stupid, stupid DMT.” I was angry that it had wiped my mind. When I smoke DMT early in the morning, this is more likely to happen. It’s possible that I’m falling asleep, and my mind just isn’t as sharp. Regardless, I planned to try again later in the day.
This time I started slow, I thought maybe I was taking too much in too quickly and I couldn’t handle remembering it. This approach is a fine line, because taking it in too slow leads to having to consume much more due to the rapid tolerance build. I took small hits on small hits, timing them as I went. I felt like the DMT was messing with me once I took my first large pull and felt fine. This morning it took one large pull to have me forgetting, and now multiple small hits and one large pull only lead to the “waiting room” we all now. I commanded the DMT to not let me forget this experience. I was very serious, and I started to feel that the spirit of the DMT was manifesting in my carpet. I treated it like an animal, and I thought the best approach was to show that I was the dominant being and it was subservient to me. This was a mistake, not because the DMT was going to punish me- but that it would simply leave if I were to treat it like that.
I realized that this is a mutual relationship, and I am not in control of it. It wants respect or it will leave. We work together, me and the DMT. I understood, and I showed it respect and love. I asked it to please allow me to remember the experience, and it did. A lot of DMT later. I wouldn’t be surprised if I burned through an entire point or more.
After multiple very large hits, I was forced to close my eyes. My inner vision felt it was no longer constrained to only behind my eyelids, but that it opened up in a 360 degree view. This place was geometrically beautiful, green and black being the theme. It was wonderful, and I wanted to go deeper. This place felt very lonely however, and that worried me.
It was then that I met a crab entity who wanted to enter my body. I was apprehensive at first, but I remembered a user on here recommending radical acceptance- and to go along with the experience. And so I did, and I allowed the crab to manifest my body. What happened next was incredibly beautiful and memorable.
The crab had grabbed my soul, and like wind was blowing behind me, I felt my soul be lifted, gently, out of my body. It was like standing on a silent mountain and feeling the breeze push upwards behind you toward the sun. I started to feel cold air around the perimeter of my body, especially my hands. I was feeling my soul.
It was powerful to know that this was mine. I knew it could not be threatened by any being in hyperspace. My soul was mine and mine only. I lifted the blanket I had wrapped around me to up and over my head, like great sails erected on a ship. I was soaring through hyperspace, inviting any being to come and visit so I could send it love. Some were scary, and I sent them love. They did not stay for long. It was then that I met a purple and green entity that marks the end of this story.
Your soul belongs to you, but it is yours to share as well.