Triglav
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Today was a long day. I had a rough day at college, still a bit whiny because I broke up with my girlfriend, feeling a little bit sorry for myself - you know the drill . I had my mother visiting and I told her about my use of psychedelics. I actually convinced her to try DMT so that she could understand, what I was toying with. Why I say toying will be explained later. Anyway I gave her a treshold dose of DMT so she saw some collors and patterns and gave her a better understanding for my artwork. The thing is that she was very concerned about my drug use and I felt obligated not to hide the truth anymore and show her what psychs are all about. The meeting went great.
When she left I started posting at our local harm reduction forum and found some of my old DMT trip reports, that were all real pleasant and that made me want to smoke it once again. I lit a candle, sat down comfortably and lit the glass pipe with great confidence in what I was doing. Note that I was home alone at the time.
The comeon was like taking off with a plane. I was immediately transported directly under a large insect like goddes, that spoke to me with an angry female voice: "Now I will show you . . ." I was terrified . . . I held on to the chair and she said "yes, you SHOULD hold on tight". . . I could feel it in her voice that she was furious with me. . . I thought that She made me bite off a chunk of the glass pipe and swallow it. I felt that I was covered in blood and that im dieing. I could actually taste the blood in my mouth. There was noone to help me. I panicked, stood up and ran toward the exit door. My appartement was of colours I have never seen before. I found out that there is nothing I can do and might as well except what I did to myself. I layed down on the flor in a fetal position, humbled and terrified. I tryed to convince myself that it was just "the thing" I smoked earlier. As the DMT was wearing off I found out that im OK, that this was just a lesson, that I should stop feeling sorry for myself and be glad that I am alive.
It was THE most terrifying experience in my life, yet I know this is not the last time I smoked DMT (Its not Her fault that I was a whiny little bitch - She just made me understand how lucky I actualy am) but I will definately aproach it with upmost respect and never again without someone present. I promised to myself and Her, that I will start excercising and stop whining and try to start living a healtyer life. There is no way of explaining the feeling when you think you are gonna die for sure and let me tell you - an experience like this is bound to change your life.
Humbly, Trig
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When she left I started posting at our local harm reduction forum and found some of my old DMT trip reports, that were all real pleasant and that made me want to smoke it once again. I lit a candle, sat down comfortably and lit the glass pipe with great confidence in what I was doing. Note that I was home alone at the time.
The comeon was like taking off with a plane. I was immediately transported directly under a large insect like goddes, that spoke to me with an angry female voice: "Now I will show you . . ." I was terrified . . . I held on to the chair and she said "yes, you SHOULD hold on tight". . . I could feel it in her voice that she was furious with me. . . I thought that She made me bite off a chunk of the glass pipe and swallow it. I felt that I was covered in blood and that im dieing. I could actually taste the blood in my mouth. There was noone to help me. I panicked, stood up and ran toward the exit door. My appartement was of colours I have never seen before. I found out that there is nothing I can do and might as well except what I did to myself. I layed down on the flor in a fetal position, humbled and terrified. I tryed to convince myself that it was just "the thing" I smoked earlier. As the DMT was wearing off I found out that im OK, that this was just a lesson, that I should stop feeling sorry for myself and be glad that I am alive.
It was THE most terrifying experience in my life, yet I know this is not the last time I smoked DMT (Its not Her fault that I was a whiny little bitch - She just made me understand how lucky I actualy am) but I will definately aproach it with upmost respect and never again without someone present. I promised to myself and Her, that I will start excercising and stop whining and try to start living a healtyer life. There is no way of explaining the feeling when you think you are gonna die for sure and let me tell you - an experience like this is bound to change your life.
Humbly, Trig
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. Was the most intense experience I've ever had. Better luck with your next DMT styled trips =]
I know, I know . . . But shit, I still cant believe I had such a "profound" experience. It took me totaly by surprise. I havent whined one bit today. I enjojed every second of it. I only hope that I will be able to nurrish this felling. I have NEVER EVER experienced anything even closely resembling. Maybe one time when I was younger when I almost drowned kayaking. But drowning in my own blood, sorounded with the most beautyfull patterns i have ever seen!? I dont think so . . . DMT . . . One hell of a drug . . .
