I consider myself a newbie in this world of DMT; I have only “hit the gas” this year and have made about ten trips, more or less (I don’t count them) with a changa. I haven’t talked about them –almost– because it seemed much better to me to read you.
But I have just returned from a trip of one hour and fifteen minutes that seemed tremendous to me. Tremendous because of the brutal energy discharge that I had to “go through”. At first it seemed like it was hard for me to “enter”, and I was like in a dark and empty space in which there were like “vortices” of colors, as if it were a kind of “smoke”, in which a voice demanded me to concentrate on the experience and stop thinking about telling my friends, and told me “time doesn’t matter, intensity matters”.
I say this because I consider “entering” when I begin to feel a kind of ferocious energy along with the vision of something multicoloured. I don’t know how to describe it, but it seems like something alive, many “somethings” that are alive (sometimes they are coloured shapes that snake around, like a giant suction cup; sometimes they have faces like “clowns”, and they come towards me like an avalanche, like a vortex… I can’t find the right words). “It” came, or I fell towards them, I don’t know. On other trips “they” seem to enter my mind and scrutinise my fears, my desires, and show them to me. It’s impossible to hide anything from them. Today they spoke to each other and said “he’s scared, he’s very scared”, and they answered “yes, but he’s brave”. The energy I felt was so fierce, like electric shocks, when they came, that it was difficult to bear; I jumped on my bed as if someone had applied an electric current to me. And as they saw that it was difficult for me, they encouraged me by saying “Rock and roll baby!!!”. There was a voice that said “the only thing he has that is big is his ego.”
When that brutal energy passed, I entered a space with more defined, more solid textures (it is usually like this: first those “beings,” who are often very funny and fun, and sometimes a bit more serious). In that space I usually find beings that look like reptiles or crocodiles (once one was inside a “ship,” with a space suit, and simply observed me). On this occasion I heard voices that said: “I, him, them, us,” and it was a sensation as if language began to fail, because I felt that “I, him, them, us” were all one and the same thing!!!.
A voice said “he loves Gustavo, he loves Gustavo; Gustavo is here, Gustavo is here” (Gustavo is a very dear friend, who introduced me to this, inviting me to learn about psilocybin and bufo alvarius). Then that same voice repeated to me: “the mind is language… the mind is language… the mind is language…”.
On this trip, the “electrical energy I felt” was so much (it is not always like that), that it exhausted my body and I said “enough”, and I stopped smoking at that point (on other occasions I think I have gone “farther”, to places with more real, more defined textures and visions). There I began to “return”, with an enormous sensation of serenity, peace, tranquility.
Well, all this story simply to ask you: does everyone feel that kind of avalanche of energy, which then gives way to something more “defined” and “softer”? I did not dare to continue smoking because my body told me “enough”, and for fear that there would be something even more powerful later, which I could not bear.
Well, thank you in advance for reading, and for answering!!!. Peace!!
But I have just returned from a trip of one hour and fifteen minutes that seemed tremendous to me. Tremendous because of the brutal energy discharge that I had to “go through”. At first it seemed like it was hard for me to “enter”, and I was like in a dark and empty space in which there were like “vortices” of colors, as if it were a kind of “smoke”, in which a voice demanded me to concentrate on the experience and stop thinking about telling my friends, and told me “time doesn’t matter, intensity matters”.
I say this because I consider “entering” when I begin to feel a kind of ferocious energy along with the vision of something multicoloured. I don’t know how to describe it, but it seems like something alive, many “somethings” that are alive (sometimes they are coloured shapes that snake around, like a giant suction cup; sometimes they have faces like “clowns”, and they come towards me like an avalanche, like a vortex… I can’t find the right words). “It” came, or I fell towards them, I don’t know. On other trips “they” seem to enter my mind and scrutinise my fears, my desires, and show them to me. It’s impossible to hide anything from them. Today they spoke to each other and said “he’s scared, he’s very scared”, and they answered “yes, but he’s brave”. The energy I felt was so fierce, like electric shocks, when they came, that it was difficult to bear; I jumped on my bed as if someone had applied an electric current to me. And as they saw that it was difficult for me, they encouraged me by saying “Rock and roll baby!!!”. There was a voice that said “the only thing he has that is big is his ego.”
When that brutal energy passed, I entered a space with more defined, more solid textures (it is usually like this: first those “beings,” who are often very funny and fun, and sometimes a bit more serious). In that space I usually find beings that look like reptiles or crocodiles (once one was inside a “ship,” with a space suit, and simply observed me). On this occasion I heard voices that said: “I, him, them, us,” and it was a sensation as if language began to fail, because I felt that “I, him, them, us” were all one and the same thing!!!.
A voice said “he loves Gustavo, he loves Gustavo; Gustavo is here, Gustavo is here” (Gustavo is a very dear friend, who introduced me to this, inviting me to learn about psilocybin and bufo alvarius). Then that same voice repeated to me: “the mind is language… the mind is language… the mind is language…”.
On this trip, the “electrical energy I felt” was so much (it is not always like that), that it exhausted my body and I said “enough”, and I stopped smoking at that point (on other occasions I think I have gone “farther”, to places with more real, more defined textures and visions). There I began to “return”, with an enormous sensation of serenity, peace, tranquility.
Well, all this story simply to ask you: does everyone feel that kind of avalanche of energy, which then gives way to something more “defined” and “softer”? I did not dare to continue smoking because my body told me “enough”, and for fear that there would be something even more powerful later, which I could not bear.
Well, thank you in advance for reading, and for answering!!!. Peace!!
