Synthetic_Sunshine
Rising Star
I just finished my first smoked DMT experience....Jesus Christ! It didnt exactly go as planned but before I get into this I
feel a lil history might be needed...
So I`ve been dreaming of DMT since I found Erowid at around maybe 15. Being such a young`n and have no way to complete an
extraction I opted for a lil aya. At 16 this became a reality when I recieved a package in the mail containing an ounce of
MHRB and four ounces of Syrian Rue.
One summer night I found myself out in woods with a few of my friends watching as 15 grams of my MHRB was boiled into a fine
stew on a roaring campfire. Me, being the only one of my friends who would be partaking in the sacrament, chewed a tablespoon
or so of rue then strained and downed the MHRB.
I should probably point out I had almost no experience with psychedelics at the time...2 LSD trips and one weak Psiloc(by)in
experience but even then I longed for a breakthrough, ++++, level 5, or whatever you want call it. Now I had read just about
everything I could find on Erowid on the subject but needless to say I was in WAY over my head.
I wont get into every little detail of that night here but there is a few highlights that need telling.
At 22 years old I have very few memories of that fateful experience 6 years ago but a few moments of it were burned onto my
brain forever. The first memory I have is throwing up 5 minutes after getting the concoction down and just as I was thinking
"Damn didnt hold it down long enough" I looked up from my vomit laying on the ground to find myself in COMPLETELY different
surroundings than I had been in not a minute before.
The next memory I have is me curled up in a fetal position praying to any merciful diety that it would all just stop. At this
point I was continuously asking my friends how much time had passed (apparently I was asking like every 30 seconds or so).
One thing that to this day really sticks out was the visuals. Huge sweeping psychedelic motifs covered everything! When I
found Alex Grey and Luke Brown (fucking incredible!) later on in life, their art really brought me back to this moment (so
pissed I missed Alex at coalessence this year)
Next memory is of me literally crying and telling the Mimosa spirit (which at the time I could plainly feel, and could tell
it was PISSED at me) I was so sorry and I would never again use it in such a disrespectful manner.
I have a few other scattered thoughts and such but there is one more that I need to tell. This is the reason I bothered
wasting your time with this whole story instead of diving right into the events that transpired this night.
This memory consists of me completely ego-less. I found myself in a strange dark place. I dont remember if I had a body or
not but I could clearly make out entities near me. I believe there was only two. The reminded me of the jumping stars in the
second stage of the first Mario game on the original Nintendo. I dont remember if they communicated with me or not but I
remember having the distinct impression I had always exsisted in this place with these beings and upon looking back at all my
years on the planet they seemed like such a small amount of time (like literally a blink of an eye) and now I was back home.
It felt as though I had just left this place to become human for such a tiny fragment of my exsistance. Completely
OVERWHELMING sensation of Deja Vu.
Anyway I came out of the experience intact with a very healthy respect for this incredible chemical. As completely terrifying
as the whole ordeal was, I still never chalked it up as anything more than a "lesson learned" and knew that one day I would
return that divinely terrifying place.
Fastfoward 6 years later....
Early today I checked the jar I had placed in the freezer the night before containing the combined three naptha pulls from my
56g MHRB extraction I started perhaps 10 days ago. I was delighted to see the jar was filled with tons of lovely little
snowflakes! I promptly filtered the solution and releived the naptha of its load of 280mgs of yellowy-white DMT freebase. I
then returned the naptha to the freezer and began drying my beautiful crystals. After perhaps 8-10 hours of drying I found
that they indeed looking fine enough to be smoked (they looked fairly white and I wasnt sure washing or re-xing would be
entirely nessicery with such a small amount).
So onto the main event! If your still with me at this point, thanks for not being disheartened at the length of this!
I decided I couldnt wait to purchase an appropriate pipe so I crafted one quickly out of foil. The kind teenagers make to
smoke pot from. I made the elbow part extremely small so as not to allow any ashes I put in it to pass through to my lungs.
After cleaning my space I tried to relax my racing heart by a bit of meditation. After a half hour or so of meditation I felt
the time was right and I loaded the pipe with a bit of ciggarette ash and then, not wanting to break out my rather large
scale, eyeballed what I thought to be around 50mgs or so. Looking back this was dumb but everything I read on the subject led
me to believe that three large tokes would take me to where I was heading, therefor I felt if I put in a bit too much it
wouldnt matter I could just stop after three tokes.
I turned off all the lights save one in the corner and asked the Goddess to bless and protect me (Wiccan) before finally
holding the flame of my lighter a good distance from the material and started inhaling slowly. Because of the small elbow of
the pipe I couldnt inhale at any speed other than EXTREMELY slow.I couldnt taste or feel anything until after inhaling for
maybe 10 seconds then I finally started to feel a bit of harshness and am releived that something is entering my lungs. After
inhaling (still my first hit) for about 30 seconds I start to feel the effects coming on and FAST! I quickly decide that
perhaps maybe I shouldnt go for a full blown breakthrough before test driving a small dose first, I promptly set the pipe
down.
Now I`ve read alot on the subject of smoked DMT and I can personally confirm what EVERYONE has to say about the fact that
NOTHING can prepare you for the initial come up's speed and intensity. At this point in my life I have a pretty significant
amount of experience with hallucinogens but nothing can compare to this.
As I said I put the pipe down and thats the last coherent memory I have. This is where the effects start differing from what
others seem to experience.
No cellophane being scrunched, no carrier wave and yet I had what I believe to be a full breakthrough (off one toke?), but
the thing is I can`t remember much at all....I remember the terror oh god the terror. I knew I had done it this time. This
was how it ended for me, half naked on my bed next to a tin foil pipe with a head full of psychedelic compounds (not the
worst way to go I guess
). Other than that I have a few small snippets of jarbled memories from which I cant really extract
anything understandble from. The only recollection I have is me being in that same damn place from my aya experience 6 years
earlier. As I type this I can still clearly feel that over powering Deja Vu except this time there were no entities. I`m not
sure that this warrented me posting my earlier Yage journey but it seemed very significant to me.
A few minutes later I start to come down a bit and can finally recognize the room. I realized my eyes had been open and I had
been crying the whole time. As I slowly started coming back I started repeating "Oh my God!" over and over again (I remember
at the time knowing that something VERY significant had just happened) and I really started enjoying the slowed down aya like
after effects. After perhaps 2 minutes or so in this wonderland I found myself getting tremors, which is far from uncommon
for me on tryptamines, but these trmors started getting worse and worse. It got to the point where my entire body was shaking
in near seizure fashion. I was terrified I was going into to some kind of epileptic shock. This persisted for perhaps 10
minutes or so.
Now I have heard of people having seizure like experiences on 5-Meo-DMT does anyone know if this can happen on N,N? I really
must stress how serious this shaking was, I honestly believe if other folks had experienced this I would remember reading it
somewhere. I am a recovering Heroin addict and have been taking Suboxone 8mg a day for the past year...might this have had
anything to do with it? The only other medications I take is 50-75mg Diphenhydramine nightly to sleep, the last dose I had of
this was apporximately 24 hours before I smoked the DMT.
This really blows because despite my amnesia for the experience I get the feeling that something truly amazing happened out
there, something significant enough to leave me weeping through out it. One of the first reactions I had after coming out was
"I need to go back!" but the possibility of this shaking left me terrified to do so.
Now, almost 2 hours later, I feel absolutely fine and have a few questions to the more expeirenced folks out there.
The first is does anyone else experience bad tremors after smoking DMT?
Second why did I have such a huge response to one hit? Was it the fact that I was inhaling so slowly and deeply? Has anyone
else had a breakthrough experience off one hit?
Third is amnesia for the experience common? Is it more common at higher doses? Or perhaps lower doses? This was closer to
"Bonk on the head" than fully immersive psychedelic wonderland.
The last thing I`m wondering is that perhaps I was far from breakingthrough. Perhaps I dont remember the whole episode
because there wasnt that much to remember? Maybe I didnt reach hyperspace and found myself in some odd transitory space? Does
this make sense to anyone?
Any help here would be greatly appreciated. I really want to continue exploring this incredible substance but the fear of
that shaking really gives me pause. Thanks!
Blessed Be,
T.
feel a lil history might be needed...
So I`ve been dreaming of DMT since I found Erowid at around maybe 15. Being such a young`n and have no way to complete an
extraction I opted for a lil aya. At 16 this became a reality when I recieved a package in the mail containing an ounce of
MHRB and four ounces of Syrian Rue.
One summer night I found myself out in woods with a few of my friends watching as 15 grams of my MHRB was boiled into a fine
stew on a roaring campfire. Me, being the only one of my friends who would be partaking in the sacrament, chewed a tablespoon
or so of rue then strained and downed the MHRB.
I should probably point out I had almost no experience with psychedelics at the time...2 LSD trips and one weak Psiloc(by)in
experience but even then I longed for a breakthrough, ++++, level 5, or whatever you want call it. Now I had read just about
everything I could find on Erowid on the subject but needless to say I was in WAY over my head.
I wont get into every little detail of that night here but there is a few highlights that need telling.
At 22 years old I have very few memories of that fateful experience 6 years ago but a few moments of it were burned onto my
brain forever. The first memory I have is throwing up 5 minutes after getting the concoction down and just as I was thinking
"Damn didnt hold it down long enough" I looked up from my vomit laying on the ground to find myself in COMPLETELY different
surroundings than I had been in not a minute before.
The next memory I have is me curled up in a fetal position praying to any merciful diety that it would all just stop. At this
point I was continuously asking my friends how much time had passed (apparently I was asking like every 30 seconds or so).
One thing that to this day really sticks out was the visuals. Huge sweeping psychedelic motifs covered everything! When I
found Alex Grey and Luke Brown (fucking incredible!) later on in life, their art really brought me back to this moment (so
pissed I missed Alex at coalessence this year)
Next memory is of me literally crying and telling the Mimosa spirit (which at the time I could plainly feel, and could tell
it was PISSED at me) I was so sorry and I would never again use it in such a disrespectful manner.
I have a few other scattered thoughts and such but there is one more that I need to tell. This is the reason I bothered
wasting your time with this whole story instead of diving right into the events that transpired this night.
This memory consists of me completely ego-less. I found myself in a strange dark place. I dont remember if I had a body or
not but I could clearly make out entities near me. I believe there was only two. The reminded me of the jumping stars in the
second stage of the first Mario game on the original Nintendo. I dont remember if they communicated with me or not but I
remember having the distinct impression I had always exsisted in this place with these beings and upon looking back at all my
years on the planet they seemed like such a small amount of time (like literally a blink of an eye) and now I was back home.
It felt as though I had just left this place to become human for such a tiny fragment of my exsistance. Completely
OVERWHELMING sensation of Deja Vu.
Anyway I came out of the experience intact with a very healthy respect for this incredible chemical. As completely terrifying
as the whole ordeal was, I still never chalked it up as anything more than a "lesson learned" and knew that one day I would
return that divinely terrifying place.
Fastfoward 6 years later....
Early today I checked the jar I had placed in the freezer the night before containing the combined three naptha pulls from my
56g MHRB extraction I started perhaps 10 days ago. I was delighted to see the jar was filled with tons of lovely little
snowflakes! I promptly filtered the solution and releived the naptha of its load of 280mgs of yellowy-white DMT freebase. I
then returned the naptha to the freezer and began drying my beautiful crystals. After perhaps 8-10 hours of drying I found
that they indeed looking fine enough to be smoked (they looked fairly white and I wasnt sure washing or re-xing would be
entirely nessicery with such a small amount).
So onto the main event! If your still with me at this point, thanks for not being disheartened at the length of this!
I decided I couldnt wait to purchase an appropriate pipe so I crafted one quickly out of foil. The kind teenagers make to
smoke pot from. I made the elbow part extremely small so as not to allow any ashes I put in it to pass through to my lungs.
After cleaning my space I tried to relax my racing heart by a bit of meditation. After a half hour or so of meditation I felt
the time was right and I loaded the pipe with a bit of ciggarette ash and then, not wanting to break out my rather large
scale, eyeballed what I thought to be around 50mgs or so. Looking back this was dumb but everything I read on the subject led
me to believe that three large tokes would take me to where I was heading, therefor I felt if I put in a bit too much it
wouldnt matter I could just stop after three tokes.
I turned off all the lights save one in the corner and asked the Goddess to bless and protect me (Wiccan) before finally
holding the flame of my lighter a good distance from the material and started inhaling slowly. Because of the small elbow of
the pipe I couldnt inhale at any speed other than EXTREMELY slow.I couldnt taste or feel anything until after inhaling for
maybe 10 seconds then I finally started to feel a bit of harshness and am releived that something is entering my lungs. After
inhaling (still my first hit) for about 30 seconds I start to feel the effects coming on and FAST! I quickly decide that
perhaps maybe I shouldnt go for a full blown breakthrough before test driving a small dose first, I promptly set the pipe
down.
Now I`ve read alot on the subject of smoked DMT and I can personally confirm what EVERYONE has to say about the fact that
NOTHING can prepare you for the initial come up's speed and intensity. At this point in my life I have a pretty significant
amount of experience with hallucinogens but nothing can compare to this.
As I said I put the pipe down and thats the last coherent memory I have. This is where the effects start differing from what
others seem to experience.
No cellophane being scrunched, no carrier wave and yet I had what I believe to be a full breakthrough (off one toke?), but
the thing is I can`t remember much at all....I remember the terror oh god the terror. I knew I had done it this time. This
was how it ended for me, half naked on my bed next to a tin foil pipe with a head full of psychedelic compounds (not the
worst way to go I guess
). Other than that I have a few small snippets of jarbled memories from which I cant really extract anything understandble from. The only recollection I have is me being in that same damn place from my aya experience 6 years
earlier. As I type this I can still clearly feel that over powering Deja Vu except this time there were no entities. I`m not
sure that this warrented me posting my earlier Yage journey but it seemed very significant to me.
A few minutes later I start to come down a bit and can finally recognize the room. I realized my eyes had been open and I had
been crying the whole time. As I slowly started coming back I started repeating "Oh my God!" over and over again (I remember
at the time knowing that something VERY significant had just happened) and I really started enjoying the slowed down aya like
after effects. After perhaps 2 minutes or so in this wonderland I found myself getting tremors, which is far from uncommon
for me on tryptamines, but these trmors started getting worse and worse. It got to the point where my entire body was shaking
in near seizure fashion. I was terrified I was going into to some kind of epileptic shock. This persisted for perhaps 10
minutes or so.
Now I have heard of people having seizure like experiences on 5-Meo-DMT does anyone know if this can happen on N,N? I really
must stress how serious this shaking was, I honestly believe if other folks had experienced this I would remember reading it
somewhere. I am a recovering Heroin addict and have been taking Suboxone 8mg a day for the past year...might this have had
anything to do with it? The only other medications I take is 50-75mg Diphenhydramine nightly to sleep, the last dose I had of
this was apporximately 24 hours before I smoked the DMT.
This really blows because despite my amnesia for the experience I get the feeling that something truly amazing happened out
there, something significant enough to leave me weeping through out it. One of the first reactions I had after coming out was
"I need to go back!" but the possibility of this shaking left me terrified to do so.
Now, almost 2 hours later, I feel absolutely fine and have a few questions to the more expeirenced folks out there.
The first is does anyone else experience bad tremors after smoking DMT?
Second why did I have such a huge response to one hit? Was it the fact that I was inhaling so slowly and deeply? Has anyone
else had a breakthrough experience off one hit?
Third is amnesia for the experience common? Is it more common at higher doses? Or perhaps lower doses? This was closer to
"Bonk on the head" than fully immersive psychedelic wonderland.
The last thing I`m wondering is that perhaps I was far from breakingthrough. Perhaps I dont remember the whole episode
because there wasnt that much to remember? Maybe I didnt reach hyperspace and found myself in some odd transitory space? Does
this make sense to anyone?
Any help here would be greatly appreciated. I really want to continue exploring this incredible substance but the fear of
that shaking really gives me pause. Thanks!
Blessed Be,
T.
