For the past year I've had a fascination with psychedelic drugs. Mainly from listening to Joe Rogan and Ducan Trussell talk about them on a series of podcasts. I started doing my own research mainly with interest in DMT, and mushrooms. As I'd spent late nights hitting the bong and watching these documentaries or lectures of Terrance McKenna; I would just continue to build this ideal need to have a psychedelic experience. I look toward psychedelic experiences to be very powerful, and very personal. The experience I sought was 100% intended to be a sort of therapy for myself.
Fast forward to months and months later, I finally had a friend hook me up with some DMT. I ended up getting a gram of it. Which turned out to be perfect as a gram of DMT will last you awhile if you do it every so often and stash it away for a rainy day! My first time getting this bag of minutes upon minutes of talking to aliens, I ran home and immediately packed a small bowl of weed. Sprinkled a few shakes of DMT. (didnt measure, just totally pulled a Rachel Ray) and then topped it off with some more weed. Basically making a Weed-DMT-weed sandwich. I hit the bowl and heres how it went....
Suddenly I fall back onto my bed. This is my first time taking a psychedelic. I felt as if, "oh you smoke weed like a champ, you can handle this!" Boy was I wrong! At first I felt like I really messed up. I was doing this alone, and I felt like my entire brain left my body, and any life I had was slowly turning to black. Suddenly I could hear my own voice calling me every vile name in the book. Basically feeling as if I was bullying myself into shame. As I was battling this bullying, I could faintly hear and feel a presence calling me. Telling me not to hold back, and let me take you. "We love you" was what I would faintly hear called in the distance as my inner ego still called me the "c-word". After 5 minutes of this civil war in my head, I woke up. I remember feeling glad it was over. I was blown away, and totally more sold on trying it again.
This eventually lead to me trying 2 other times. (A few days later after my first experience). Within those two other times, and understanding that I wasn't going to die or OD on this stuff; my anxiety was gone, and I was able to fully enjoy the experience. My third time I eventually broke through and entered that realm of "peace and love." Everything I questioned about myself, or struggled with; was totally put to rest after my DMT experiences!
- looking forward to more experiences to come! With respect and love
Fast forward to months and months later, I finally had a friend hook me up with some DMT. I ended up getting a gram of it. Which turned out to be perfect as a gram of DMT will last you awhile if you do it every so often and stash it away for a rainy day! My first time getting this bag of minutes upon minutes of talking to aliens, I ran home and immediately packed a small bowl of weed. Sprinkled a few shakes of DMT. (didnt measure, just totally pulled a Rachel Ray) and then topped it off with some more weed. Basically making a Weed-DMT-weed sandwich. I hit the bowl and heres how it went....
Suddenly I fall back onto my bed. This is my first time taking a psychedelic. I felt as if, "oh you smoke weed like a champ, you can handle this!" Boy was I wrong! At first I felt like I really messed up. I was doing this alone, and I felt like my entire brain left my body, and any life I had was slowly turning to black. Suddenly I could hear my own voice calling me every vile name in the book. Basically feeling as if I was bullying myself into shame. As I was battling this bullying, I could faintly hear and feel a presence calling me. Telling me not to hold back, and let me take you. "We love you" was what I would faintly hear called in the distance as my inner ego still called me the "c-word". After 5 minutes of this civil war in my head, I woke up. I remember feeling glad it was over. I was blown away, and totally more sold on trying it again.
This eventually lead to me trying 2 other times. (A few days later after my first experience). Within those two other times, and understanding that I wasn't going to die or OD on this stuff; my anxiety was gone, and I was able to fully enjoy the experience. My third time I eventually broke through and entered that realm of "peace and love." Everything I questioned about myself, or struggled with; was totally put to rest after my DMT experiences!
- looking forward to more experiences to come! With respect and love
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