My First, and Far From Last Dimethyltryptamine Experience
So after running a few errands and doing someone a favor, I was rewarded with a quartergram of powdered DMT four days ago. It was of a yellow shade, and very fine.
My only piece of glass is a waterpipe. I do not possess a spoon or chillum or anything that i could have used to smoke the powder. I was about to just use my bong slide, but its my only one, and after you smoke DMT in a piece the smell seems to stick, at least is what im told. Until you clean it at least, anyways I decided to to just smoke it off of foil like you would a balloon.
I scaled out a 25 milligram dose, loaded up the indent I pressed into a double folded piece of foil. I held the flame as far below the foil as possible and moved it up slowly, as the foil conducted the heat the powder turned into liquid in the blink of an eye, the smoke didnt start fuming off the liquid until a few seconds later, I inhaled that shit expecting not to taste it until I exhaled, boy was I fucking wrong. That shit is absolutely putrid. It smells like burning plastic mixed with something like terpintine. My lungs felt scorched immediately. I held the hit in for ~30 seconds. I exhaled the hit and that nasty ass taste came on strong as fuck, worse than the initial taste. I felt a rush coming on and knew that I would not have control of my motor functions for much longer, I held the foil up and finished off the rest of the yellow/gold like liquid. The taste was equally as shitty as the first time, but you are MUCH more tolerant to it because like anything else, when you experience something bad once, it becomes more tolerable the more you do it. At least thats how most things work. I exhale this hit after ~30 seconds again. The rush hit me halfway through this breath, and i was on the ride for good.
Now let me say this, I am not very good at explaining my thought in great detail as others are able to. I try to keep things simple because i tend to paint the wrong picture if i go into greater detail. This is true for all trips ive ever had.
The rush had come on slightly halfway through my first breath, the feeling crept up from the base of my spine, to the base of my skull, and back down to the bottom of my spine. The only other thing I can really say about this part is that your spine actually feels like it wants to float into the air, but your body wants to stay put. After the rush everything began to vibrate. Even the thing I was looking at directly, and focusing on was vibrating, more so than everything in my peripherals. I eventually got used to the fact that everything was now different, in the sense that nothing is ever staying in one place at the same time, and everything is always moving. I felt like this was just my mind reminding me that on the atomic scale nothing stays put. I still had clear vision about 90 seconds in. Then I saw lines, but they werent lines, they were almost like auras, that consisted of thousands of fine lines, that were absoutely mesmerizing. They were the most awesome gold I had ever seen, and they circled around objects in my room that were important. When I say important I mean things that were directly related to my memory. But my memory was almost superhuman. I could slide through my memorys like I was browsing through Albums on my ipod, it was the exact same layout. Thats was only if I shut my eyes though.
Now throughout my whole trip, I knew I was in my room, i recognized where I was and what the date/time was. The magic would happen when I shut my eyes. My largest ambition about experiencing DMT was having a celestial vision, like the many Ive read about on erowid and other sources. I wanted to see galaxys, I wanted to see black holes, planets sustaining life, I wanted to see other dimensions, and travel the universe or universe's. I wanted to see anything that would blow my fucking mind. When I closed my eyes It was almost like I was traveling through a fractal like the one someone posted a while back, I was traveling through a tunnel. This was only if i kept my mind clear, If i thought about anything else I would Picture it, or something like it. Now if I thought of a memory my mind would snap me back to my memory flow (Like an album cover flow). I returned to my memory bank a couple times throughout my ~15 minute peak, but i wanted to keep traveling down the hole and see where it would take me. I would open my eyes ocassionally to make sure i was still in the place that i started in.
I got myself back into the wormhole and Eventually the fractal tunnel like thing came to an end. Of all the things that were at the end of the tunnel, the thing that i was looking at was an Atom. At first the Atom had electrons circulating it in perfect radians like we thought they circled the nucleus, until the discovery was made that the electrons can dissapear and reappear, and even be in two places at once. The false atom then switched to a true atom-electron setup. But it was in slow motion. The electrons were also colored of that mind blowing gold, which to me symbolized uttermost importance. How important are your memories too you? In this experience I was under the impression, emotionally and spiritually that these electrons were just as important as your life experiences, and in some way the two were tied together. That is what I felt like this trip was trying to show me. The electrons would dissapear, and the place that they dissapeared in would have a hole. This hole was a hole in space time, or so I thought. All I could think about was going into the hole to see where I would come out. I got face up close to the hole in what seemed to be space time, and all I wanted to do was go in. Someone or thing was telling me no. I just wanted to know why I couldnt, but no one was there to answer me. The thing or person telling me no, was more like an emotion that was being planted into my head saying "No! bad dog". Like I was getting into something that was way out of my league. At that point I had felt a tug on my back, and this was like someone tying a rope around your waist, that was attached to a truck, then floored and snapped your ass backwards. Thats the best way I can describe this tug. Next thing I knew I was sitting where i started, eyes WIDE open. Confused about how during the entire "Atom encounter" I dont even remember being able to tell myself to open my eyes. I completely forgot about all my senses. It was ALL mental and I was completely dumbfounded.
Anyways that was pretty much the jist of it. Im going to build my way up to a fat ass dose, and really experience the mind blowing breakthrough that Ive been trying to prepare myself for, for so long, which still seems to not be long enough. I was overwhelmed the entire trip, and this was a mild dose.
Hope it wasnt too simple and boring. (GOOD LORD, there are a ton of "I"s in this) sorry
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Originally Posted by DeezMachine
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