HungryDirt
Rising Star
- Merits
- 42
Greetings, travelers. I stumbled across this website three days after my first experience with spice. I felt the need to come here and share my experience with all of you and join in on future discussions on the subject.
After procuring a small mountain of spice from regions unmentionable, my co-pilots and I readied for our first journey the night before New Year's Eve. I felt, as the most experienced inter-dimensional wanderer of my cadre, that it should be on me to mount the experience and ride it out; fleshing out the alien vistas of what I assumed spice was for my congregated brethren. After my initial dose, I experienced only the "veil" which I had heard Mr. McKenna speak of many times in the past. There were interesting noises, a revving vortex of slippery sound in the distance; but not the effects I thought I was seeking. Everyone else in the room failed in similar fashion. After waiting our refractory period out, it was time to load up again. This time, I announced, I would be doubling my dose.
I sat on the couch in my den, a blanket over my legs and my elbows comfortably entrenched in pillows on both sides of me. My cousin held the Eclipse Vaporizer to my mouth and started warming the vaporization vial. "Let's leave the flame on longer this time.", he suggested. I agreed, though nervous it would be for naught after reading that spice burns away so easily. A rippling crackle bubbled up from the liquid in the vial, milky vapor swirled inside of the little glass tube, I leaned forward and inhaled as much as possible in one booming rip. I held it- twenty seconds passed by and the revving noises came, but came down on top of me like a volley of molten arrows. I vaguely remember my cousin offering me the pipe again. It was unnecessary. The room became congealed in thick yellow plastic puzzle pieces. My companions would later tell me when they saw it take hold of me I yelled "GET AWAY FROM ME!".
Fleurs-de-lis erupted on both sides of me. Swirling, reaching in my mouth and down my throat. I felt my eyes turn into energy and could hear my consciousness being forced out of the front of my skull in dull wet POPs. A golden face appeared, resembling a "Day of the Dead" skull. It was moving, looking into my eyes, and at once it started blowing purple sand into my face. I was rocketing through rows and rows of these fleurs-de-lis shapes, hurtling at impossible speeds toward a black pinpoint. I had one rational thought at this point of the trip- "You are dead.". The motion abruptly stalled out and I was floating in a black abyss.
The next thing I saw as I listlessly floated in oblivion further tore apart my perception of reality. A pink rectangle, that seemed like it was millions of miles long, hovered into my field of view. This was not a "hallucination" like LSD and fungus produce. This was there. In my mind, this thing had mass and presence. Once I was fully underneath of the pink geometrical shape, a three headed woman emerged from it. "We love you, X. You are OK. Nothing is broken because nothing is real.". I began to panic at the magnitude of what I was witnessing and began trying to open my eyes, only to realize I could keep them open for milliseconds at a time. She hovered closer, and closer, and hugged me. The sound of tribal drum dirge played out in heart beat entered me through every pore in my astral body. "We love you.". I finally gave way and opened my eyes. Everything was split into fifths, my friends poured tentacles of light out of their mouths and eyes. I leaned forward to try to retrieve my thoughts, and felt what I can only describe as my brain falling out of my head. The word "REAL" was thundering through my skull in digital echo as i swirled into an MC Escher world where I could see tiny things climbing up and over impossible geometric shapes.
After another 30 seconds or so, my mind returned to me and I sat up and requested water. My mind was completely shattered. Nothing seemed real, and I felt like I had just been squeezed through a hole in time and space. I am going to return tomorrow, knowing how truly intense it is (something I now completely believe that no amount of pre-gaming can prepare you for).
Long read, I know, but thank you for reading if you took the time.
HV
Question 1- do you feel like my original dose was far beyond anything reccomended? I plan on smoking it one more time, this Friday, and I want to dial it back a little bit. Is this even possible with DMT? Is it possible to even smoke too much?
Question 2- I had pretty revelatory flashbacks of my trip last night while on some pretty good LSD- they were AMAZING, euphoric flashbacks. Is this just something I have opened with DMT use? Do mushrooms and acid (I know they're related) merely shadow DMT at this point?
In closing, let me present you with what I feel is information that has been revealed to me through my trips. DMT IS the spirit molecule; that is to say, I felt my consciousness move through a death, refashioning, and rebirth phase. I feel like we are all molecules in the biomass of earth. We are simply experiencing consciousness on this cycle of our trip because we were "up". It was our time to be shat back out by the earth through DMT into these meatsacks. We will go back there, when we die, be cycled through and come rumbling back out in a distant future. I feel a warm understanding of death and truly have lost my fear of it. This is just my interpretation of my one experience, compounded by almost two decades of shamanistic intent in my psychedelic use.
Thanks for reading.
After procuring a small mountain of spice from regions unmentionable, my co-pilots and I readied for our first journey the night before New Year's Eve. I felt, as the most experienced inter-dimensional wanderer of my cadre, that it should be on me to mount the experience and ride it out; fleshing out the alien vistas of what I assumed spice was for my congregated brethren. After my initial dose, I experienced only the "veil" which I had heard Mr. McKenna speak of many times in the past. There were interesting noises, a revving vortex of slippery sound in the distance; but not the effects I thought I was seeking. Everyone else in the room failed in similar fashion. After waiting our refractory period out, it was time to load up again. This time, I announced, I would be doubling my dose.
I sat on the couch in my den, a blanket over my legs and my elbows comfortably entrenched in pillows on both sides of me. My cousin held the Eclipse Vaporizer to my mouth and started warming the vaporization vial. "Let's leave the flame on longer this time.", he suggested. I agreed, though nervous it would be for naught after reading that spice burns away so easily. A rippling crackle bubbled up from the liquid in the vial, milky vapor swirled inside of the little glass tube, I leaned forward and inhaled as much as possible in one booming rip. I held it- twenty seconds passed by and the revving noises came, but came down on top of me like a volley of molten arrows. I vaguely remember my cousin offering me the pipe again. It was unnecessary. The room became congealed in thick yellow plastic puzzle pieces. My companions would later tell me when they saw it take hold of me I yelled "GET AWAY FROM ME!".
Fleurs-de-lis erupted on both sides of me. Swirling, reaching in my mouth and down my throat. I felt my eyes turn into energy and could hear my consciousness being forced out of the front of my skull in dull wet POPs. A golden face appeared, resembling a "Day of the Dead" skull. It was moving, looking into my eyes, and at once it started blowing purple sand into my face. I was rocketing through rows and rows of these fleurs-de-lis shapes, hurtling at impossible speeds toward a black pinpoint. I had one rational thought at this point of the trip- "You are dead.". The motion abruptly stalled out and I was floating in a black abyss.
The next thing I saw as I listlessly floated in oblivion further tore apart my perception of reality. A pink rectangle, that seemed like it was millions of miles long, hovered into my field of view. This was not a "hallucination" like LSD and fungus produce. This was there. In my mind, this thing had mass and presence. Once I was fully underneath of the pink geometrical shape, a three headed woman emerged from it. "We love you, X. You are OK. Nothing is broken because nothing is real.". I began to panic at the magnitude of what I was witnessing and began trying to open my eyes, only to realize I could keep them open for milliseconds at a time. She hovered closer, and closer, and hugged me. The sound of tribal drum dirge played out in heart beat entered me through every pore in my astral body. "We love you.". I finally gave way and opened my eyes. Everything was split into fifths, my friends poured tentacles of light out of their mouths and eyes. I leaned forward to try to retrieve my thoughts, and felt what I can only describe as my brain falling out of my head. The word "REAL" was thundering through my skull in digital echo as i swirled into an MC Escher world where I could see tiny things climbing up and over impossible geometric shapes.
After another 30 seconds or so, my mind returned to me and I sat up and requested water. My mind was completely shattered. Nothing seemed real, and I felt like I had just been squeezed through a hole in time and space. I am going to return tomorrow, knowing how truly intense it is (something I now completely believe that no amount of pre-gaming can prepare you for).
Long read, I know, but thank you for reading if you took the time.
HV
Question 1- do you feel like my original dose was far beyond anything reccomended? I plan on smoking it one more time, this Friday, and I want to dial it back a little bit. Is this even possible with DMT? Is it possible to even smoke too much?
Question 2- I had pretty revelatory flashbacks of my trip last night while on some pretty good LSD- they were AMAZING, euphoric flashbacks. Is this just something I have opened with DMT use? Do mushrooms and acid (I know they're related) merely shadow DMT at this point?
In closing, let me present you with what I feel is information that has been revealed to me through my trips. DMT IS the spirit molecule; that is to say, I felt my consciousness move through a death, refashioning, and rebirth phase. I feel like we are all molecules in the biomass of earth. We are simply experiencing consciousness on this cycle of our trip because we were "up". It was our time to be shat back out by the earth through DMT into these meatsacks. We will go back there, when we die, be cycled through and come rumbling back out in a distant future. I feel a warm understanding of death and truly have lost my fear of it. This is just my interpretation of my one experience, compounded by almost two decades of shamanistic intent in my psychedelic use.
Thanks for reading.
. I've used it with gold caps and MDMA as well, and a combination of all 4 substances at once. What you're experiencing as a flashback was probably just a part of the trip you had that you did not "figure out" or understand until that point in time that you were on your LSD.
