It has been quite a while since I've been around here at BL. I was apparently pissing people off, so I figured I needed to take a step back and evaluate myself. I guess I've been a little less 'reserved' since adjusting my cannabis intake. I'm still not used to not staying high all the time, but I'll get the hang of it...
This past Christmas Eve I decided to go camping with a friend. I just recently received an order of some Mimosa hostilis root bark and Syrian Rue seeds, which were magically transmuted into relatively pure DMT freebase and Harmaline citrate, respectively. My friend, A, and I just needed a 2 day break from our normal routine lives. My plan was to have an oral DMT experience, and my less-than-experienced friend opted for 3g of fungi instead.
After setting up camp, we grilled up some falafel and munched on couscous and smoked a joint of some freshly cured Bubblegum. All I can say is YUMMY... At approximately 7:45pm, I ate a gelcap filled with 150mg Harmaline citrate and 200mg DMT freebase and downed it with some Mint tea. I had never taken the DMT and the MAOI at the same time before, and I was interested in seeing how (if at all) the trip would be affected.
My friend just took the shrooms by themselves, and couldn't be persuaded into any harmaline.
At about 8:25 or so I was beginning to feel the DMT, which was odd because I didn't really feel the effects of the harmala too much! It definitely seemed as though the DMT was right on the heels of the harmaline, so to speak. (I now believe it is not necessary to take the MAOI an hour earlier as I previously was led to believe).
My friend was also starting to trip pretty hard from the shrooms, and I was picking up an anxious vibe from him. Suddenly, while looking across the fire at him, I saw in slow motion all of his insecurities and self-conscious thoughts, as if I were reading his mind. It was so clear to me! I don't normally experience psychedelic journeys as all that visual, but DMT seems to be an exception... I saw all of A's thoughts as kaleidoscopic geometrical figures pouring out of him and merging into 3D reality right around him! I saw how his thoughts were creating the reality he perceived, and I recognized the utter insanity of the fact that we ALL are creating our physical reality by our thoughts and yet we all seem to be living in the same perceived reality... how is it possible that I am creating this whole entire world, and yet I saw A doing the same exact thing and his reality and mine were ONE?
I soon was snapped out of this deep reverie when I noticed that the expression on A's face was one of deep awe and amazement. He then said to me, "How are you doing that?!... Wh-- How are you making that happen?!!... I never knew that was even POSSIBLE!!!!....."
Some distant part of myself was actually able to ask him what he meant by that, and he said that I was "making him think thoughts." I'm still not sure what that means exactly, but apparently he saw me as some powerful shaman like figure during that moment.
I lost track of time from this point on out, but shortly after all of this I recognized that I was a human that had taken a "drug" called DMT, and I was sitting on a log next to a fire and breathing. Breath is all there is. It *IS* Life. It's how we establish that we are alive, by breathing. With every breath that came inside me I realized there is nothing, and as the breath left me I saw that I am everything. As my self-identity was dissolved away I suddenly found my body struggling to get inside the tent and lay down, because sitting up had become nearly impossible for my vacant body to handle on its own. I also vaguely remember A being somewhat depressed by my decision to retire to the tent. But all I know is I became Breath. Breath is God. Breath spoke to me. I learned that the voice inside my head is the only voice there is, or ever was.
As my identity started to reform, I experienced a sort of re-emergence like that of ketamine almost! Only, it happened very much in my body, as opposed to the disembodied ketamine-style. I saw myself choosing to become human (again?) at the expense of knowledge and awareness. I saw myself as being inside the womb, the placenta, my thoughts that of my Mother's. I pissed all over myself during this time, as I would soon find out upon return to 3D. I experienced being born from the womb into a cold, bright World. I experienced growing up and losing the innocence of childhood. I saw myself taking on all the karma I have built up formyself in this lifetime. And I saw myself staring up at the tent ceiling, my pants and sleeping bag soaked with urine. A quick glance to my left revealed A was lying next to me in his sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling as well.
We didn't speak much after all that. We sort of understood that neither of us played much of a role in the other's trip. We each just happpened to be at the same campsite. We smoked the roach we had left behind earlier that night and I became nicely stoned with a lingering case of the tryptamine giggles. I absolutely LOVE the feeling that DMT leaves you with after the trance part is over.
All in all, this journey ended up being so completely introspective and personal that it's hard to speak of everything that happened in my head that night. All I know is that I needed this. I can see now how tripping and altering my consciousness was a major part of molding myself into who I am today, and how I don't have to feel bad or wrong about not doing it much any more (at all, really).
I remember now why I always thought of DMT as being so magical and REAL, as opposed to acid's sense of superhuman omnipotence. I don't think I see myself doing much "tripping" any more, but I don't think DMT will ever lose its place in my life.
P.S. If I've pissed anyone off here before, please forgive me. I never intended to offend, hurt, or annoy anyone.
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This past Christmas Eve I decided to go camping with a friend. I just recently received an order of some Mimosa hostilis root bark and Syrian Rue seeds, which were magically transmuted into relatively pure DMT freebase and Harmaline citrate, respectively. My friend, A, and I just needed a 2 day break from our normal routine lives. My plan was to have an oral DMT experience, and my less-than-experienced friend opted for 3g of fungi instead.
After setting up camp, we grilled up some falafel and munched on couscous and smoked a joint of some freshly cured Bubblegum. All I can say is YUMMY... At approximately 7:45pm, I ate a gelcap filled with 150mg Harmaline citrate and 200mg DMT freebase and downed it with some Mint tea. I had never taken the DMT and the MAOI at the same time before, and I was interested in seeing how (if at all) the trip would be affected.
My friend just took the shrooms by themselves, and couldn't be persuaded into any harmaline.
At about 8:25 or so I was beginning to feel the DMT, which was odd because I didn't really feel the effects of the harmala too much! It definitely seemed as though the DMT was right on the heels of the harmaline, so to speak. (I now believe it is not necessary to take the MAOI an hour earlier as I previously was led to believe).
My friend was also starting to trip pretty hard from the shrooms, and I was picking up an anxious vibe from him. Suddenly, while looking across the fire at him, I saw in slow motion all of his insecurities and self-conscious thoughts, as if I were reading his mind. It was so clear to me! I don't normally experience psychedelic journeys as all that visual, but DMT seems to be an exception... I saw all of A's thoughts as kaleidoscopic geometrical figures pouring out of him and merging into 3D reality right around him! I saw how his thoughts were creating the reality he perceived, and I recognized the utter insanity of the fact that we ALL are creating our physical reality by our thoughts and yet we all seem to be living in the same perceived reality... how is it possible that I am creating this whole entire world, and yet I saw A doing the same exact thing and his reality and mine were ONE?
I soon was snapped out of this deep reverie when I noticed that the expression on A's face was one of deep awe and amazement. He then said to me, "How are you doing that?!... Wh-- How are you making that happen?!!... I never knew that was even POSSIBLE!!!!....."
Some distant part of myself was actually able to ask him what he meant by that, and he said that I was "making him think thoughts." I'm still not sure what that means exactly, but apparently he saw me as some powerful shaman like figure during that moment.
I lost track of time from this point on out, but shortly after all of this I recognized that I was a human that had taken a "drug" called DMT, and I was sitting on a log next to a fire and breathing. Breath is all there is. It *IS* Life. It's how we establish that we are alive, by breathing. With every breath that came inside me I realized there is nothing, and as the breath left me I saw that I am everything. As my self-identity was dissolved away I suddenly found my body struggling to get inside the tent and lay down, because sitting up had become nearly impossible for my vacant body to handle on its own. I also vaguely remember A being somewhat depressed by my decision to retire to the tent. But all I know is I became Breath. Breath is God. Breath spoke to me. I learned that the voice inside my head is the only voice there is, or ever was.
As my identity started to reform, I experienced a sort of re-emergence like that of ketamine almost! Only, it happened very much in my body, as opposed to the disembodied ketamine-style. I saw myself choosing to become human (again?) at the expense of knowledge and awareness. I saw myself as being inside the womb, the placenta, my thoughts that of my Mother's. I pissed all over myself during this time, as I would soon find out upon return to 3D. I experienced being born from the womb into a cold, bright World. I experienced growing up and losing the innocence of childhood. I saw myself taking on all the karma I have built up formyself in this lifetime. And I saw myself staring up at the tent ceiling, my pants and sleeping bag soaked with urine. A quick glance to my left revealed A was lying next to me in his sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling as well.
We didn't speak much after all that. We sort of understood that neither of us played much of a role in the other's trip. We each just happpened to be at the same campsite. We smoked the roach we had left behind earlier that night and I became nicely stoned with a lingering case of the tryptamine giggles. I absolutely LOVE the feeling that DMT leaves you with after the trance part is over.
All in all, this journey ended up being so completely introspective and personal that it's hard to speak of everything that happened in my head that night. All I know is that I needed this. I can see now how tripping and altering my consciousness was a major part of molding myself into who I am today, and how I don't have to feel bad or wrong about not doing it much any more (at all, really).
I remember now why I always thought of DMT as being so magical and REAL, as opposed to acid's sense of superhuman omnipotence. I don't think I see myself doing much "tripping" any more, but I don't think DMT will ever lose its place in my life.
P.S. If I've pissed anyone off here before, please forgive me. I never intended to offend, hurt, or annoy anyone.
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substancecode_ayahuasca
substancecode_harmala reportcode_harmaline substancecode_harmine
substancecode_MAOI
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... but magical nonetheless.
