Obyron
Bluelight Crew
Quantitative:
Subject: Male, 25, overweight but in good health.
Substance: N,N,DMT extracted from Mimosa Hostilis Root Bark.
Dose: 100mg.
Setting and Set: At home. Warm and comfortable. Early in the morning after a good night's sleep, and I feel refreshed and in a good mood. I'd tried a dose earlier and it was threshold only, due to poor smoking technique. That makes twice now that I've essentially wasted a dose.
Duration: 1 minute to come up to peak, about 3 minutes at peak, and about 5 minutes of combined comedown and aftereffects before I was totally baseline.
Qualitative:
I've added up, and this will make the 6th or 7th time I've smoked DMT, but a couple of those were low doses, and two were half-assed trips because I'm still working on my smoking technique, including one earlier this same morning. I've found that if the DMT dries into rocky clumps after the extraction, it's best to break them up into powder. I'm guessing it makes the DMT vaporize more evenly. I've enjoyed my DMT experiences immensely, but have yet to have any kind of breakthrough or ego separation. I write about this particular trip because something odd happened to me, and it's lingering in my head.
I'd finished my second pull from 100g of bark, and evaporated it outdoors overnight; ending up with about 220mg of DMT. This makes a total of around 750mg from the first two pulls of the extraction. After a failed attempt earlier in the day, I decided I couldn't wait and that I had to try blasting off again! I crushed up the rocks of freebase, loaded 100mg in my Machine, and laid back to smoke it in. I've done 100mg twice now, and have not broken through. This doesn't surprise me, since I'm a pretty serious hardhead.
After three deep tokes I begin to feel the oncoming rush. Every molecule of my body is alive and tense. My eyes shoot open, and are doubtless dilated. Colors are more vibrant than I've ever seen, and everything looks more real. My body feels like dead weight, and I realize I can no longer support the weight of my DMT pipe. My hand falls to the floor as I hear the tone; "nnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!" In the B&D DPT Thread trancedeviate describes DPT as feeling like having some kind of alien technology inside your body. This tone is clearly the sound their atomic cannon makes as it powers up.
Seconds later, the cannon fires. The world explodes. My vision is filled with crystalline points of light that cover everything, looking like stars. I resist the urge to quote 2001: A Space Odyssey. ("Oh my god, it's full of stars!") I can no longer keep my eyes open, and my neck will not support the weight of my head ("My head feels like a frisbee... Twice its normal size..."). My frisbee-- er, head-- falls back onto a conveniently prepared pillow, and the CEVs begin.
There are frantically swirling geometric shapes; many-pointed stars containing circles and squares, and all overlaid with a vibrant rainbow of colors, like the bands of a TV test pattern. There is an emotional response somewhere deep inside me, and I am overcome with joy and love, as if-- for just a second-- some benevolent, godlike force is holding me in its hands and smiling just for me. There are sounds coming from my television, but I can no longer make sense of them. Everything sounds splashy, and there are tinny echoes, as if everything were recorded inside a giant steel drum.
And then it happens. Suddenly I'm aware of what Strassman describes in The Spirit Molecule as, "The Other." There is something else here with me, and, eyes still closed, I begin to see it. The colorful geometric patterns take on a 3D aspect, and it's like an image is jumping out at me through a pair of stereoscopic glasses. The shapes are still there, but now they are wrapped around the silhouettes of androgynous, humanoid forms. It's simultaneously as if the forms are wearing these colorful patterns as some kind of clothing, and as if I am perceiving another world through some kind of colorful filter. I am aware that the forms are happy to see me, and their giddy joy infects me as I watch them frolic. They begin to dance (literally jumping around and dancing to music I cannot hear) and play with one another. At one point two of them lean toward one another and kiss chastely. Finally, and most incredibly to me, several of them wave at me, and on cue I feel myself coming down.
I was left feeling intensely happy, and my heart was swollen with an outpouring of love; for what, I am not certain. Was it my love for the figures, or the experience; or was it love they felt toward me? I just couldn't say. The wildest thing of all is that I am left with the feeling that I was not merely hallucinating, but observing something real. When using DMT I've repeatedly had the feeling that there is another world behind this one, another reality that we can't normally see, and that the spice has given me the eyes to see it. I'm convinced that if I take a higher dose I can break through to this world, or that it will break through to me; but for now I cannot feel but that I have glimpsed into this place through the visual "interference" that lurks between us.
I've used a lot of drugs a lot of times, and I've seen and experienced some crazy stuff, but this is the craziest shit I have ever seen. Ever. The forms were there in stunning 3D, and were fully realized humanoid shapes, not just a concept suggested by the movement of the geometric patterns. I've had incredibly vivid CEVs before, to the point that it is like watching a film unfolding on the back of my eyelids, but never have I had this feeling that they are aware of me, and that they are there with me, and that they love me and are happy to see me. It's a little bit intimidating. So far the most awe-inspiring part of the DMT experience has not been strictly what I've seen, but my emotional reactions to the things I see. I've seen weird things before, but it's never been coupled with that feeling of "TREMBLE YE MORTAL, WHILE IN THE SIGHT OF YOUR CREATOR!"
I'd file the experience somewhere between "entity contact" and "gnomes," but it's definitely one of the most intense psychedelic journeys I've ever had. I can't wait to up the dose and see if I can step out of my body and into that world, and I can't help but hope that I'll see them again. It would be total validation for someone who's starting to feel like they're a little bit crazy!
I also got a great idea for a research project. I'll post about it on PD at some point once I've done some more reading...
Thanks for reading the report, and special thanks to Psychedelicious for his DMT extraction advice over in the B&D DMT Thread.
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Subject: Male, 25, overweight but in good health.
Substance: N,N,DMT extracted from Mimosa Hostilis Root Bark.
Dose: 100mg.
Setting and Set: At home. Warm and comfortable. Early in the morning after a good night's sleep, and I feel refreshed and in a good mood. I'd tried a dose earlier and it was threshold only, due to poor smoking technique. That makes twice now that I've essentially wasted a dose.
Duration: 1 minute to come up to peak, about 3 minutes at peak, and about 5 minutes of combined comedown and aftereffects before I was totally baseline.
Qualitative:
I've added up, and this will make the 6th or 7th time I've smoked DMT, but a couple of those were low doses, and two were half-assed trips because I'm still working on my smoking technique, including one earlier this same morning. I've found that if the DMT dries into rocky clumps after the extraction, it's best to break them up into powder. I'm guessing it makes the DMT vaporize more evenly. I've enjoyed my DMT experiences immensely, but have yet to have any kind of breakthrough or ego separation. I write about this particular trip because something odd happened to me, and it's lingering in my head.
I'd finished my second pull from 100g of bark, and evaporated it outdoors overnight; ending up with about 220mg of DMT. This makes a total of around 750mg from the first two pulls of the extraction. After a failed attempt earlier in the day, I decided I couldn't wait and that I had to try blasting off again! I crushed up the rocks of freebase, loaded 100mg in my Machine, and laid back to smoke it in. I've done 100mg twice now, and have not broken through. This doesn't surprise me, since I'm a pretty serious hardhead.
After three deep tokes I begin to feel the oncoming rush. Every molecule of my body is alive and tense. My eyes shoot open, and are doubtless dilated. Colors are more vibrant than I've ever seen, and everything looks more real. My body feels like dead weight, and I realize I can no longer support the weight of my DMT pipe. My hand falls to the floor as I hear the tone; "nnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!" In the B&D DPT Thread trancedeviate describes DPT as feeling like having some kind of alien technology inside your body. This tone is clearly the sound their atomic cannon makes as it powers up.
Seconds later, the cannon fires. The world explodes. My vision is filled with crystalline points of light that cover everything, looking like stars. I resist the urge to quote 2001: A Space Odyssey. ("Oh my god, it's full of stars!") I can no longer keep my eyes open, and my neck will not support the weight of my head ("My head feels like a frisbee... Twice its normal size..."). My frisbee-- er, head-- falls back onto a conveniently prepared pillow, and the CEVs begin.
There are frantically swirling geometric shapes; many-pointed stars containing circles and squares, and all overlaid with a vibrant rainbow of colors, like the bands of a TV test pattern. There is an emotional response somewhere deep inside me, and I am overcome with joy and love, as if-- for just a second-- some benevolent, godlike force is holding me in its hands and smiling just for me. There are sounds coming from my television, but I can no longer make sense of them. Everything sounds splashy, and there are tinny echoes, as if everything were recorded inside a giant steel drum.
And then it happens. Suddenly I'm aware of what Strassman describes in The Spirit Molecule as, "The Other." There is something else here with me, and, eyes still closed, I begin to see it. The colorful geometric patterns take on a 3D aspect, and it's like an image is jumping out at me through a pair of stereoscopic glasses. The shapes are still there, but now they are wrapped around the silhouettes of androgynous, humanoid forms. It's simultaneously as if the forms are wearing these colorful patterns as some kind of clothing, and as if I am perceiving another world through some kind of colorful filter. I am aware that the forms are happy to see me, and their giddy joy infects me as I watch them frolic. They begin to dance (literally jumping around and dancing to music I cannot hear) and play with one another. At one point two of them lean toward one another and kiss chastely. Finally, and most incredibly to me, several of them wave at me, and on cue I feel myself coming down.
I was left feeling intensely happy, and my heart was swollen with an outpouring of love; for what, I am not certain. Was it my love for the figures, or the experience; or was it love they felt toward me? I just couldn't say. The wildest thing of all is that I am left with the feeling that I was not merely hallucinating, but observing something real. When using DMT I've repeatedly had the feeling that there is another world behind this one, another reality that we can't normally see, and that the spice has given me the eyes to see it. I'm convinced that if I take a higher dose I can break through to this world, or that it will break through to me; but for now I cannot feel but that I have glimpsed into this place through the visual "interference" that lurks between us.
I've used a lot of drugs a lot of times, and I've seen and experienced some crazy stuff, but this is the craziest shit I have ever seen. Ever. The forms were there in stunning 3D, and were fully realized humanoid shapes, not just a concept suggested by the movement of the geometric patterns. I've had incredibly vivid CEVs before, to the point that it is like watching a film unfolding on the back of my eyelids, but never have I had this feeling that they are aware of me, and that they are there with me, and that they love me and are happy to see me. It's a little bit intimidating. So far the most awe-inspiring part of the DMT experience has not been strictly what I've seen, but my emotional reactions to the things I see. I've seen weird things before, but it's never been coupled with that feeling of "TREMBLE YE MORTAL, WHILE IN THE SIGHT OF YOUR CREATOR!"
I'd file the experience somewhere between "entity contact" and "gnomes," but it's definitely one of the most intense psychedelic journeys I've ever had. I can't wait to up the dose and see if I can step out of my body and into that world, and I can't help but hope that I'll see them again. It would be total validation for someone who's starting to feel like they're a little bit crazy!
I also got a great idea for a research project. I'll post about it on PD at some point once I've done some more reading...
Thanks for reading the report, and special thanks to Psychedelicious for his DMT extraction advice over in the B&D DMT Thread.
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Nice report dude...
This mirrors almost exactly my feelings about LSD the first few times I took it, and that definitely endears the compound to me. I can't imagine how the last 7 years of my life would have unfolded had I not tried LSD. I was taciturn, antisocial, and prone to fits of unfocused rage (in the sense that I didn't even know who or what I was angry at); I alienated everyone who loved me, etc. Within my first three LSD trips or so, all that was changing. I had gotten in touch with myself and focused on who I really am, and simply gained the willpower not to be owned by my darker side anymore.