Hello all. This is my first post here, I'm a long time lurker, and have found much education, and entertainment from this site. Good folks around here.
Anyway, some background on me, as far as psychedelics are concerned. I've tripped acid probably 15-20 times over the past 9 years, it was my first psychedelic, and prior to DMT, my favorite. I've tripped mushrooms around 10-15 times in the past 9 years, and have had some great times, however I tend to struggle a bit mentally on it. I've taken 5-MEO-DIPT once, and absolutely loved it as well.
Dosages on LSD range from 1-2 hits, my usual nowadays, to being puddled with an unknown, and mind blowing, however, incredible dose to say the least. Usual mushrooms dose was 3.5 grams, however, twice I've eaten 7 grams. It's been a couple of years since I've dosed, and about 4 years since I've eaten mushrooms. My living situation is why.
Of all this psychedelic experience, I've had two bad trips, one on acid, one on mushrooms, set and setting being the reason both times. I've left both as a stronger individual, and have enjoyed both substances many times since.
Sorry if this intro is long, it's not intended to brag, solely intended to give a background on where I'm coming from experience wise in approaching the spice.
If you're still reading thank you.
I first found out of this magical DMT 8 years ago, and since have been both terrified of it, and fascinated by it's power, all the while knowing that if I had the opportunity, I would do it. Well, lately it's been available, and over the last month I've decided to do it when the time felt right. Last Tuesday, the time and day was right.
My very experienced friend's scale was on the fritz, so we weighed out what registered as 50mg's, but it looked a bit much to him, so we took a bit off, and it still registered at 50mg's. He said it looked fine for me, so I trusted him, and we loaded it on some parsley(I believe that's the seasoning we used, could've been oregano) and we went outside to his couch on the porch, on a beautiful day. We then put some Emancipator on the stereo quietly, and I proceeded to begin.
I feel that I should now mention that I am prescribed 60mg Temazepam a day, and lately have been taking way more than that. I had taken 30mg about 2 hours prior to blastoff, however, that is essentially insignificant of a dose for me. I felt nothing.
I took my first hit, held it in long, and felt a glow around me. I took my next hit, and everything instantly turned into crystalized fractals. I took my third hit, and laid my head back on the couch, proceeding to blast off into spiraling visuals. I was then interrupted by my friend telling me to take the last of the spice, if I could do it.
I looked at my hands and the world was a spider web of craziness. I could barely manage to function in the process of lifting the pipe to my mouth, and operating the lighter, but I managed. This is where things got hazy, and crazy, I suppose.
I left this world for sure, I had no body, no "me," and I heard a voice say something along the lines of this could go good or this could go bad. I think I was fighting it, however, the voice then said this will go wonderful. The only thing I can put into words now is that I was shot into hyperspace. I don't really remember anything except for visuals spinning clockwise, though no details of the visuals aside from that. Next thing I recall, a voice started whispering "peep show" repeatedly.
Next thing I knew, the world re-appeared, albeit everything was a mixture of crystalized fractals... the leaves on the trees, the grass, the carpet on the patio, everything. I felt great, and knew what I had seen at that point, however, I was unable to talk. My buddy just chilled and let me be, until I was able to say what I was wanting to say, an emphatic "WOW". Then I repeated "It's so beautiful." My friend then said, "It's the spirit molecule, you okay if I go now?" I was fine and composed, so he proceeded to sit next to me and blast off, while I admired the beautiful visuals.
Time was difficult to comprehend, my friend said my breakthrough lasted about 3 minutes or so, however no watch was used, so that's an estimation. I would estimate that my post breakthrough visuals lasted until about 20 minutes after the spice was initially smoked.
Here is my real issue, so to speak. I've had a great "after-glow," and have felt almost euphoric, with a more optimistic outlook on life since, however, it's really troubling me that I can't remember most specifics of my trip. I know it's not important either way, as I will be able to re-visit this beautiful hyperspace, however my lack of memory leaves me questioning a lot of things. One of which is wether I brokethrough or not.
My friend is rather certain from my description that I did, and I tend to agree. The music was non-existent, I had no idea that my eyes were closed, I had no body, I had no "me," this world didn't exist. I just feel almost as if I blacked out for some of what I assume was my breakthrough. It's definitely left me with a feeling of not just wanting to go back, but rather needing to go back. I will soon enough.
I really tend to think that what I saw was just uncomprehendable in our normal state of consciousness, and that's why I can't remember it. Another theory I have is that maybe I'm just not meant to remember what I saw, maybe I'm not ready. The Temazepam could've dulled my memory too. One final theory is that since I initially fought it, that prevented me from truly seeing anything profound.
If you've read all of this, thank you. I'd love to hear your take on whether I brokethrough or not, and why I don't remember many details, especially specifics of the visuals. Thank you for reading, and any kind responses are appreciated.
Anyway, some background on me, as far as psychedelics are concerned. I've tripped acid probably 15-20 times over the past 9 years, it was my first psychedelic, and prior to DMT, my favorite. I've tripped mushrooms around 10-15 times in the past 9 years, and have had some great times, however I tend to struggle a bit mentally on it. I've taken 5-MEO-DIPT once, and absolutely loved it as well.
Dosages on LSD range from 1-2 hits, my usual nowadays, to being puddled with an unknown, and mind blowing, however, incredible dose to say the least. Usual mushrooms dose was 3.5 grams, however, twice I've eaten 7 grams. It's been a couple of years since I've dosed, and about 4 years since I've eaten mushrooms. My living situation is why.
Of all this psychedelic experience, I've had two bad trips, one on acid, one on mushrooms, set and setting being the reason both times. I've left both as a stronger individual, and have enjoyed both substances many times since.
Sorry if this intro is long, it's not intended to brag, solely intended to give a background on where I'm coming from experience wise in approaching the spice.
If you're still reading thank you.
I first found out of this magical DMT 8 years ago, and since have been both terrified of it, and fascinated by it's power, all the while knowing that if I had the opportunity, I would do it. Well, lately it's been available, and over the last month I've decided to do it when the time felt right. Last Tuesday, the time and day was right.
My very experienced friend's scale was on the fritz, so we weighed out what registered as 50mg's, but it looked a bit much to him, so we took a bit off, and it still registered at 50mg's. He said it looked fine for me, so I trusted him, and we loaded it on some parsley(I believe that's the seasoning we used, could've been oregano) and we went outside to his couch on the porch, on a beautiful day. We then put some Emancipator on the stereo quietly, and I proceeded to begin.
I feel that I should now mention that I am prescribed 60mg Temazepam a day, and lately have been taking way more than that. I had taken 30mg about 2 hours prior to blastoff, however, that is essentially insignificant of a dose for me. I felt nothing.
I took my first hit, held it in long, and felt a glow around me. I took my next hit, and everything instantly turned into crystalized fractals. I took my third hit, and laid my head back on the couch, proceeding to blast off into spiraling visuals. I was then interrupted by my friend telling me to take the last of the spice, if I could do it.
I looked at my hands and the world was a spider web of craziness. I could barely manage to function in the process of lifting the pipe to my mouth, and operating the lighter, but I managed. This is where things got hazy, and crazy, I suppose.
I left this world for sure, I had no body, no "me," and I heard a voice say something along the lines of this could go good or this could go bad. I think I was fighting it, however, the voice then said this will go wonderful. The only thing I can put into words now is that I was shot into hyperspace. I don't really remember anything except for visuals spinning clockwise, though no details of the visuals aside from that. Next thing I recall, a voice started whispering "peep show" repeatedly.
Next thing I knew, the world re-appeared, albeit everything was a mixture of crystalized fractals... the leaves on the trees, the grass, the carpet on the patio, everything. I felt great, and knew what I had seen at that point, however, I was unable to talk. My buddy just chilled and let me be, until I was able to say what I was wanting to say, an emphatic "WOW". Then I repeated "It's so beautiful." My friend then said, "It's the spirit molecule, you okay if I go now?" I was fine and composed, so he proceeded to sit next to me and blast off, while I admired the beautiful visuals.
Time was difficult to comprehend, my friend said my breakthrough lasted about 3 minutes or so, however no watch was used, so that's an estimation. I would estimate that my post breakthrough visuals lasted until about 20 minutes after the spice was initially smoked.
Here is my real issue, so to speak. I've had a great "after-glow," and have felt almost euphoric, with a more optimistic outlook on life since, however, it's really troubling me that I can't remember most specifics of my trip. I know it's not important either way, as I will be able to re-visit this beautiful hyperspace, however my lack of memory leaves me questioning a lot of things. One of which is wether I brokethrough or not.
My friend is rather certain from my description that I did, and I tend to agree. The music was non-existent, I had no idea that my eyes were closed, I had no body, I had no "me," this world didn't exist. I just feel almost as if I blacked out for some of what I assume was my breakthrough. It's definitely left me with a feeling of not just wanting to go back, but rather needing to go back. I will soon enough.
I really tend to think that what I saw was just uncomprehendable in our normal state of consciousness, and that's why I can't remember it. Another theory I have is that maybe I'm just not meant to remember what I saw, maybe I'm not ready. The Temazepam could've dulled my memory too. One final theory is that since I initially fought it, that prevented me from truly seeing anything profound.
If you've read all of this, thank you. I'd love to hear your take on whether I brokethrough or not, and why I don't remember many details, especially specifics of the visuals. Thank you for reading, and any kind responses are appreciated.
