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Date: 31 March 2011
Time: 8:00-8:45
Drug: N,N-Dimethyltryptamine
Dose: 35-45mg
DMT popped into my head today. It's been a few months since I last experimented with it. Lately I've been feeling a little stuck in life and I figured it might be beneficial to my mindset to have a nice refreshing DMT trip. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I've had the last of my DMT freebase dissolved onto blue lotus petals and calea zacatechichi foliage in a pill bottle in my closet. I pulled it out and sniffed it, and it had that old familiar smell. Slightly minty from the calea, and pungent with the odors of organic chemistry from the DMT.
I poured out 75mg of the leaf flakes, which was equal parts foliage and DMT by weight, so this was about 35mg of DMT, maybe a little more. I split this with my associate. We each smoked about half of the bowl and got pleasant low level effects. I tend to end up smoking an "appetizer" bowl of DMT before going for a heavier trip. Kind of like stretching before a race. After we had both recovered, 75mg more flakes were added to the bowl, on top of some of the last bowl that hadn't burnt. Maybe 90mg total. I took a small first hit. The changa doesn't burn very well, you need to keep it relatively tamed or else it will become overwhelmingly harsh, but I can never get quite the right slow cherry going on it, and it either goes out or becomes engulfed in flames and rains out acrid yellow smoke. My first hit was one of the former. As I exhaled I began to feel the top of my skull starting to open up so-to-speak, like energy began flowing from inside my body and out into space. The feeling began to curl down my spine and into my arms and shoulders. I looked at the carpet in front of me. Most of my DMT trips I keep my eyes closed for much of their duration, but I decided that this time was going to be different. I was going to keep my eyes open, and smoke slowly over a longer period. The carpet is red with a flower pattern, and had some white dust and ash on it. Suddenly, just for a second, the red turned black and a starry night scene took place. I had my mocassins on and they were on the edge of the carpet, so it was like looking down on the cosmos, standing on some kind of edge. Then it went away. I perceived this as being on the precipice of learning something from DMT, so I took another hit.
Slowly I began to feel myself become less attached to my body. I saw the star scene again at my feet. It began to take on more visual complexity, and my moccasins were changing texture and color rapidly. Another small hit. Drifting out of body at a noticeable speed. I'm perched on the edge of the universe. In the background is The Dance of Maya by the Mahavishnu Orchestra. The song changes theme and melody in several distinct parts and then in the end unites all the parts to show that they create one giant melody. I suddenly remembered how significant the song had been to me as a young teenager. The guitars came grinding in and the flowers on the carpet began to take on a sinister air. I suddenly realized that I was experience something familiar from much of my psychedelic use: the sit-out. I felt my body react by saying "ok, this is too much to handle, just zone out and wait for it to end". But I refused, and I forced myself to interact with the situation mentally. I found something I had never experienced before on a DMT trip: insight. I realized the DMT was criticizing me for sitting trips out in the past. Or allowing me to criticize myself. I realized I should seek to avoid that mindset during a psychedelic experience. I felt like I had gained some understanding of how to navigate psychedelic head spaces more profitably. I took another hit, this time very large, and failed to clear the chamber of the bong. The flowers became a bright green, that was almost painful to look at. I saw my moccasins and jeans, and the pattern on the carpet. I heard the music. I envisioned myself as a young person during the rise of psychedelics in the 60's, I felt connected to those early explorers into the world of freebased DMT. I saw my room take on the form of what I imagined this hippie era alter ego's room to look like. I began to watch the visual effects die off, and the song was coming quickly to its end. As it ended, so did my trip. I felt residual effects for a good 15 minutes after that time, but it was then that I was able to speak and begin to describe what had happened. This was perhaps my best DMT experience yet. It was not the strongest, but it was easily the most useful and introspective. I think I might prefer it in that long drawn out manner, slowly building to a peak. My next batch of changa will undoubtedly be using Caapi leaf. I feel like even without the MAOI I got a sense of the value of an ayahuasca experience, because for the first time I had enough time to get my wits about me and navigate through DMT space.
This weekend I begin my first round of extractions, as the DMT used in my previous experience had been given to me by a friend, and that sample is now almost depleted. I'm looking forward to seeing what this chemical has to offer in longer sessions, and hopefully eventually getting up the nerve to take the plunge into ayahuasca. I've kind of lately written DMT off as being a hard experience to get any value out of, and mostly just a show of flashing lights and colors. But tonight I realized that was all wrong. It was like completely rediscovering it. It just needed some room to do its work.
Time: 8:00-8:45
Drug: N,N-Dimethyltryptamine
Dose: 35-45mg
DMT popped into my head today. It's been a few months since I last experimented with it. Lately I've been feeling a little stuck in life and I figured it might be beneficial to my mindset to have a nice refreshing DMT trip. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I've had the last of my DMT freebase dissolved onto blue lotus petals and calea zacatechichi foliage in a pill bottle in my closet. I pulled it out and sniffed it, and it had that old familiar smell. Slightly minty from the calea, and pungent with the odors of organic chemistry from the DMT.
I poured out 75mg of the leaf flakes, which was equal parts foliage and DMT by weight, so this was about 35mg of DMT, maybe a little more. I split this with my associate. We each smoked about half of the bowl and got pleasant low level effects. I tend to end up smoking an "appetizer" bowl of DMT before going for a heavier trip. Kind of like stretching before a race. After we had both recovered, 75mg more flakes were added to the bowl, on top of some of the last bowl that hadn't burnt. Maybe 90mg total. I took a small first hit. The changa doesn't burn very well, you need to keep it relatively tamed or else it will become overwhelmingly harsh, but I can never get quite the right slow cherry going on it, and it either goes out or becomes engulfed in flames and rains out acrid yellow smoke. My first hit was one of the former. As I exhaled I began to feel the top of my skull starting to open up so-to-speak, like energy began flowing from inside my body and out into space. The feeling began to curl down my spine and into my arms and shoulders. I looked at the carpet in front of me. Most of my DMT trips I keep my eyes closed for much of their duration, but I decided that this time was going to be different. I was going to keep my eyes open, and smoke slowly over a longer period. The carpet is red with a flower pattern, and had some white dust and ash on it. Suddenly, just for a second, the red turned black and a starry night scene took place. I had my mocassins on and they were on the edge of the carpet, so it was like looking down on the cosmos, standing on some kind of edge. Then it went away. I perceived this as being on the precipice of learning something from DMT, so I took another hit.
Slowly I began to feel myself become less attached to my body. I saw the star scene again at my feet. It began to take on more visual complexity, and my moccasins were changing texture and color rapidly. Another small hit. Drifting out of body at a noticeable speed. I'm perched on the edge of the universe. In the background is The Dance of Maya by the Mahavishnu Orchestra. The song changes theme and melody in several distinct parts and then in the end unites all the parts to show that they create one giant melody. I suddenly remembered how significant the song had been to me as a young teenager. The guitars came grinding in and the flowers on the carpet began to take on a sinister air. I suddenly realized that I was experience something familiar from much of my psychedelic use: the sit-out. I felt my body react by saying "ok, this is too much to handle, just zone out and wait for it to end". But I refused, and I forced myself to interact with the situation mentally. I found something I had never experienced before on a DMT trip: insight. I realized the DMT was criticizing me for sitting trips out in the past. Or allowing me to criticize myself. I realized I should seek to avoid that mindset during a psychedelic experience. I felt like I had gained some understanding of how to navigate psychedelic head spaces more profitably. I took another hit, this time very large, and failed to clear the chamber of the bong. The flowers became a bright green, that was almost painful to look at. I saw my moccasins and jeans, and the pattern on the carpet. I heard the music. I envisioned myself as a young person during the rise of psychedelics in the 60's, I felt connected to those early explorers into the world of freebased DMT. I saw my room take on the form of what I imagined this hippie era alter ego's room to look like. I began to watch the visual effects die off, and the song was coming quickly to its end. As it ended, so did my trip. I felt residual effects for a good 15 minutes after that time, but it was then that I was able to speak and begin to describe what had happened. This was perhaps my best DMT experience yet. It was not the strongest, but it was easily the most useful and introspective. I think I might prefer it in that long drawn out manner, slowly building to a peak. My next batch of changa will undoubtedly be using Caapi leaf. I feel like even without the MAOI I got a sense of the value of an ayahuasca experience, because for the first time I had enough time to get my wits about me and navigate through DMT space.
This weekend I begin my first round of extractions, as the DMT used in my previous experience had been given to me by a friend, and that sample is now almost depleted. I'm looking forward to seeing what this chemical has to offer in longer sessions, and hopefully eventually getting up the nerve to take the plunge into ayahuasca. I've kind of lately written DMT off as being a hard experience to get any value out of, and mostly just a show of flashing lights and colors. But tonight I realized that was all wrong. It was like completely rediscovering it. It just needed some room to do its work.
