Kul69
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This was probably my 6th or so time smoking DMT. I started with maybe 2mg and have steadily worked up from there. This time was 40mg. I limit myself in my drug consumption so it's been a few weeks that I've been trying higher and higher doses. I'd had some pretty wild experiences with DMT before this but nothing closed eye/out of this world.
The DMT was placed in a normal pipe on top of some ash with more ash on top of it. The first hit seemed to be almost nothing then I exhaled and my throat and mouth were filled with that DMT taste. I went back for another hit and while inhaling I was already getting quite intoxicated. I inhaled again and I noticed my computer chair across the room was started to split in half in a strange way. Kind of like if reality was a television screen and the image got misaligned for a second. Exhaled and felt a very powerful intoxication and rush settling over me. I set down the pipe and I turned to my right not looking at anything. I just froze physically and felt the most intense rushing energy through my whole body. Then I closed my eyes.
For a couple seconds I didn't see anything specific, just colors swirling. I thought I saw an abstract outline of a person with flames around them trying to come through but it never materialized. Then I could see some writing in red bubble letters that was 3D and sideways to me so it was hard to read. I kept trying to focus on it and figure out what it said but I couldn't make any sense of it. Then I kind of felt like I would never be able to read it and I gave up on it. Then I saw what looked somewhat like red veins tightly packed into a ball all squirming and pulsating around in the ball. As I watched this ball began to spin into itself creating a donut and from the center of this a large pillar of golden light was beaming out. Then I remember seeing some kind of green glowing line that ran straight across my vision through the red veins. As I was seeing this the image was becoming more and more detailed, the intricacy of the red veins was astonishing.
Unsure what happened during the transition but next I was seeing a sort of latticed 3D surface with ripples everywhere on it. Kind of a wireframe wall with curves and ripples all over. The wires were a bright red and in between was a beige orange brown color. In between the wires were spinning fractals, all the same image but thousands of them between each wire. The wireframe wall that all of this was happening on was rippling and pulsing and moving into itself and coming out of itself everywhere if that makes sense.
Then I remember a woman. Why? I have no idea, I can't recall any images or thoughts or anything but I do remember there was a female presence or vision or something for a brief moment.
Coupled with all of this imagry was the most amazing body feelings. So many times I'd smoked DMT and not really thought anything of the body high, it was minor compared to the visuals and perception shift. However, this time I'd completly forgotton I had a body at moments and I just felt this rushing energy.
The visuals would come and go without me even noticing anything had changed. I would see something new with no idea how it changed from the old.
At some point during these closed eye visuals there was a break in the visuals, sort of a tear through them. The psychadelic fractals and colors split apart and faded back and through them I was an image of a room and I was laying down. I THINK this was actually a completly different room that I was seeing but I don't remember any details. What I do remember is thinking I was in this room and trying to get up or interact with my existance there. However, the image faded soon as I was sort of jolted back into realizing I wans't really in that room.
At this point I began to feel like my hands were tightly clenched or something and I became worried about my phsyical body that I'd forgotton I had. I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't clenching them I was sitting on my hands. I thought that was pretty funny since I didn't remember doing that. I closed my eyes again and saw some fleeting visuals that began to get more vivid but I had a strange sensation in my throat. It felt alien to me, my entire mouth. I was worried I'd somehow damage my throat or mouth but kept reminding myself to just wait 30 minutes and see if it still felt wrong then. I stuck my tongue out and was rubbing it and was just being generally weird with my mouth.
I looked up through the window cause I was expecting someone at any moment. I wanted to look out the window and see them. Then I was thinking about how bizarre it would have been if I finished tripping and looked out the window and saw them walking up. I kept looking out the window and had this strange thought process about how every second I looked out the window increased the probability that I would see them walking up through the window and how every second that passed meant if I did see them it would be a less incredible coincidence. My mind drifted through probability and how the universe is wholely based on probabilities. That anything COULD happen, it's just so unlikely we assume it couldn't. Basically the idea that you could sit there punching a wall for all of eternity and at some point your hand would go through the wall.
I then dismissed this thought as irrelevant and not that insightful. Just pscyo babble. I thought about my tripping and my drug use, what I get out of these experiences, what I lose from them, the trip was mostly gone but I continued sitting there another 15 minutes or so gaining some VERY good insight into my life. I just had to dismiss things often if they wern't taking me somewhere useful. This time spent thinking about things was the most enjoyable part of the experience for me aside from feeling like I had no body and consisted solely of rushing energy, like lightning.
I felt like I was very close to breaking through into elf land but I didn't see the crysanthemum pattern that I hear you should see before breaking through. We'll see if 50mg does it next time.
This is the first psychadelic drug experience I've had where visuals didn't interest me at all at some point. After I opened my eyes and was thinking about things colors were still swirling around and melting and such but I just didn't care about them at all and was at times impatient in waiting for them to leave.
The DMT was placed in a normal pipe on top of some ash with more ash on top of it. The first hit seemed to be almost nothing then I exhaled and my throat and mouth were filled with that DMT taste. I went back for another hit and while inhaling I was already getting quite intoxicated. I inhaled again and I noticed my computer chair across the room was started to split in half in a strange way. Kind of like if reality was a television screen and the image got misaligned for a second. Exhaled and felt a very powerful intoxication and rush settling over me. I set down the pipe and I turned to my right not looking at anything. I just froze physically and felt the most intense rushing energy through my whole body. Then I closed my eyes.
For a couple seconds I didn't see anything specific, just colors swirling. I thought I saw an abstract outline of a person with flames around them trying to come through but it never materialized. Then I could see some writing in red bubble letters that was 3D and sideways to me so it was hard to read. I kept trying to focus on it and figure out what it said but I couldn't make any sense of it. Then I kind of felt like I would never be able to read it and I gave up on it. Then I saw what looked somewhat like red veins tightly packed into a ball all squirming and pulsating around in the ball. As I watched this ball began to spin into itself creating a donut and from the center of this a large pillar of golden light was beaming out. Then I remember seeing some kind of green glowing line that ran straight across my vision through the red veins. As I was seeing this the image was becoming more and more detailed, the intricacy of the red veins was astonishing.
Unsure what happened during the transition but next I was seeing a sort of latticed 3D surface with ripples everywhere on it. Kind of a wireframe wall with curves and ripples all over. The wires were a bright red and in between was a beige orange brown color. In between the wires were spinning fractals, all the same image but thousands of them between each wire. The wireframe wall that all of this was happening on was rippling and pulsing and moving into itself and coming out of itself everywhere if that makes sense.
Then I remember a woman. Why? I have no idea, I can't recall any images or thoughts or anything but I do remember there was a female presence or vision or something for a brief moment.
Coupled with all of this imagry was the most amazing body feelings. So many times I'd smoked DMT and not really thought anything of the body high, it was minor compared to the visuals and perception shift. However, this time I'd completly forgotton I had a body at moments and I just felt this rushing energy.
The visuals would come and go without me even noticing anything had changed. I would see something new with no idea how it changed from the old.
At some point during these closed eye visuals there was a break in the visuals, sort of a tear through them. The psychadelic fractals and colors split apart and faded back and through them I was an image of a room and I was laying down. I THINK this was actually a completly different room that I was seeing but I don't remember any details. What I do remember is thinking I was in this room and trying to get up or interact with my existance there. However, the image faded soon as I was sort of jolted back into realizing I wans't really in that room.
At this point I began to feel like my hands were tightly clenched or something and I became worried about my phsyical body that I'd forgotton I had. I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't clenching them I was sitting on my hands. I thought that was pretty funny since I didn't remember doing that. I closed my eyes again and saw some fleeting visuals that began to get more vivid but I had a strange sensation in my throat. It felt alien to me, my entire mouth. I was worried I'd somehow damage my throat or mouth but kept reminding myself to just wait 30 minutes and see if it still felt wrong then. I stuck my tongue out and was rubbing it and was just being generally weird with my mouth.
I looked up through the window cause I was expecting someone at any moment. I wanted to look out the window and see them. Then I was thinking about how bizarre it would have been if I finished tripping and looked out the window and saw them walking up. I kept looking out the window and had this strange thought process about how every second I looked out the window increased the probability that I would see them walking up through the window and how every second that passed meant if I did see them it would be a less incredible coincidence. My mind drifted through probability and how the universe is wholely based on probabilities. That anything COULD happen, it's just so unlikely we assume it couldn't. Basically the idea that you could sit there punching a wall for all of eternity and at some point your hand would go through the wall.
I then dismissed this thought as irrelevant and not that insightful. Just pscyo babble. I thought about my tripping and my drug use, what I get out of these experiences, what I lose from them, the trip was mostly gone but I continued sitting there another 15 minutes or so gaining some VERY good insight into my life. I just had to dismiss things often if they wern't taking me somewhere useful. This time spent thinking about things was the most enjoyable part of the experience for me aside from feeling like I had no body and consisted solely of rushing energy, like lightning.
I felt like I was very close to breaking through into elf land but I didn't see the crysanthemum pattern that I hear you should see before breaking through. We'll see if 50mg does it next time.
This is the first psychadelic drug experience I've had where visuals didn't interest me at all at some point. After I opened my eyes and was thinking about things colors were still swirling around and melting and such but I just didn't care about them at all and was at times impatient in waiting for them to leave.
