N,N-dimethyltryptamine 8mg
Today I felt guided to ingest this very special substance.
I have procured a small quantity and plan to make the most of it. Now I have a glass pipe, I can make better use of it.
My plan is this: to try a light threshold dose to test the purity of the substance and its effects at a low dose. The intent is to strengthen the connection between my Earthly self and my higher self in preparation for a weekend of adventure out of town.
I place 8mg N,N-DMT (very clean acacia extract in the form of hard, brown crystals) in the pipe and apply heat from a lighter underneath, to slightly melt the DMT so that it sticks to the glass in just the right place. Success is partial. The glass underneath blackens, and I realise the foolishness of using a bog-standard lighter. Note to self: Get one of those fangly cool torch thingys that doesn’t leave black junk on the glass!
Then I heat the pipe properly and inhale the DMT vapours in one hit.
As I put the pipe down, I feel the effects come in waves. I lie on my bed, naked, in the darkness.
Overcome by a familiar sensuality, I toy with the idea of self-pleasure as waves of blissful sexual energy engulf me. Before the impulse turns to action, the visuals develop. Kaleidoscopic patterns swirl in multiple translucent layers behind my closed eyes, faint but nonetheless there. Green is the predominant colour, although there are other colours too.
There is a pulsing frequency, a strobing of the visual patterns, which reminds me of 5-meo-DMT. Have I ingested 5-meo, thinking it was DMT? 8mg is a small dose for N,N-DMT and the effects should surely not be this strong. But no, this is too visual for it to be 5-meo. In addition, the visuals are intensifying, and tunnels are developing through the kaleidoscopic swirls. I know these tunnels from previous DMT excursions and from smoked Yopo seeds.
Where do they lead? I am yet to find out, having never explored them in detail. I save the experience for a future time.
Thoughts turn to current life issues, which I feel I am working through and there is nothing to worry about. Personal evolution is on track.
Strangely, there is a desire to not breathe. This is slightly worrying but I discern it to be an indication of problems in the lung area due to smoking tobacco. I feel the DMT is reminding me to watch my nicotine consumption as I am damaging my lungs.
Stabilising my breathing somewhat, I play with my energy, pulling it up and down my body. I see DMT as a teaching aid to feeling and directing internal energy flows and look forward to learning more.
I open my eyes. In the semi-darkness, I see green geometric patterns shifting over surfaces. Things glow. These visuals from a mere 8mg? This pleases me, because it is obvious that the heroic doses of various substances I used to play with are no longer necessary. Less is more and goes further.
30 minutes later, the effects wane, leaving a pleasant afterglow.
I have decided to conduct a series of experiments using N,N-DMT in differing dosages, journaling the effects. I will use the same batch and the same glass pipe to try and be as consistant as possible. 8mg is my first entry and 12mg will be my next, whenever the time is right.
Where will it end? 50mg? 80mg? Half a milligram? Can we learn to bolster the effects with the power of thought and our own pineal-glands; our inbuilt psychedelic factories?
Where do the tunnels go?
Are the pattern visuals a sideshow, a curtain, behind which lurks another set of dimensions?
Where are the aliens and the elves of which people speak? Are they real external entities or are they metaprograms projected from our DNA supercomputers? Will I ever meet them?
I can’t wait to find out!
Peace,
Neo
Today I felt guided to ingest this very special substance.
I have procured a small quantity and plan to make the most of it. Now I have a glass pipe, I can make better use of it.
My plan is this: to try a light threshold dose to test the purity of the substance and its effects at a low dose. The intent is to strengthen the connection between my Earthly self and my higher self in preparation for a weekend of adventure out of town.
I place 8mg N,N-DMT (very clean acacia extract in the form of hard, brown crystals) in the pipe and apply heat from a lighter underneath, to slightly melt the DMT so that it sticks to the glass in just the right place. Success is partial. The glass underneath blackens, and I realise the foolishness of using a bog-standard lighter. Note to self: Get one of those fangly cool torch thingys that doesn’t leave black junk on the glass!
Then I heat the pipe properly and inhale the DMT vapours in one hit.
As I put the pipe down, I feel the effects come in waves. I lie on my bed, naked, in the darkness.
Overcome by a familiar sensuality, I toy with the idea of self-pleasure as waves of blissful sexual energy engulf me. Before the impulse turns to action, the visuals develop. Kaleidoscopic patterns swirl in multiple translucent layers behind my closed eyes, faint but nonetheless there. Green is the predominant colour, although there are other colours too.
There is a pulsing frequency, a strobing of the visual patterns, which reminds me of 5-meo-DMT. Have I ingested 5-meo, thinking it was DMT? 8mg is a small dose for N,N-DMT and the effects should surely not be this strong. But no, this is too visual for it to be 5-meo. In addition, the visuals are intensifying, and tunnels are developing through the kaleidoscopic swirls. I know these tunnels from previous DMT excursions and from smoked Yopo seeds.
Where do they lead? I am yet to find out, having never explored them in detail. I save the experience for a future time.
Thoughts turn to current life issues, which I feel I am working through and there is nothing to worry about. Personal evolution is on track.
Strangely, there is a desire to not breathe. This is slightly worrying but I discern it to be an indication of problems in the lung area due to smoking tobacco. I feel the DMT is reminding me to watch my nicotine consumption as I am damaging my lungs.
Stabilising my breathing somewhat, I play with my energy, pulling it up and down my body. I see DMT as a teaching aid to feeling and directing internal energy flows and look forward to learning more.
I open my eyes. In the semi-darkness, I see green geometric patterns shifting over surfaces. Things glow. These visuals from a mere 8mg? This pleases me, because it is obvious that the heroic doses of various substances I used to play with are no longer necessary. Less is more and goes further.
30 minutes later, the effects wane, leaving a pleasant afterglow.
I have decided to conduct a series of experiments using N,N-DMT in differing dosages, journaling the effects. I will use the same batch and the same glass pipe to try and be as consistant as possible. 8mg is my first entry and 12mg will be my next, whenever the time is right.
Where will it end? 50mg? 80mg? Half a milligram? Can we learn to bolster the effects with the power of thought and our own pineal-glands; our inbuilt psychedelic factories?
Where do the tunnels go?
Are the pattern visuals a sideshow, a curtain, behind which lurks another set of dimensions?
Where are the aliens and the elves of which people speak? Are they real external entities or are they metaprograms projected from our DNA supercomputers? Will I ever meet them?
I can’t wait to find out!
Peace,
Neo
