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DMT, Second Time.

-KT-

-KT-

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February 4th
10:16pm.

Just smoked DMT for my second time.
(My first time was last night.)



I almost died.



Sorry... Had to let the gravity of that sink in.


I almost. Fucking. Died.

Instantly upon taking it, my throat seized up. There were several seconds where breathing just did not happen. I drank the first thing I came across, which was some juice. I have no idea how many times I took my inhaler.


Okay.


5-6 grams of Piracetam.
15-20? grams of Banisteropsis Caapi, imbibed in tea.
40mg DMT.

Dimethyltriptophan.

There were clicks. Snaps, I could hear my mind snapping. How do you describe an entity which is bent, twisted over itself, and yet straight, the crispest, cleanest straight you've ever experienced, at the same time? How can something be it and it's opposite (and everything in between) all at once?


What I saw wasn't fucking possible. What the shit.


11:21.
Okay... Let's try to expand a little further.
First of all, I chose the most brilliantly stupid pick for music. Something so dumb it's awesome. Indurate - Harm, at the 25-minute mark. You can download the set here: http://66.49.238.231/audio/index.htm and see for yourself why playing that part while experiencing the most powerful hallucinogen known to man was a bad idea. Music definitely expands the experience.
Fuck, man. I spent so much time worrying about my fucking breathing that I missed half the trip. Ok... This... Entity, this thing. Whatever the fuck it is, it both is and isn't at the same fucking time. It was black AND white, but not grey. But it was grey. Shit! How do you describe the undescribeable? Experienced it with every sense. I felt it, heard it, watched it, even smelled and tasted it. It permeated every facet of my being, sunk right in there.

::laughs:: DMT tastes like fuckin' burning tires, man.

Everything just /came apart/. Exploded and imploded at the same time. Things weren't even feeding into themselves this time, nothing was spiraling, it was just all there.
Fuck! There is no language in the entire history of human development that could possibly describe this!

It just... It was. It was, and that was all there was to it. Some extra-dimensional shit or something. ALIENS FROM THE FIFTH DIMENSION!
...Well, maybe not. Aliens, that is. There was definitely some infinite improbability overdrive going on.

It will be several months before I try this again. I'm going to need to craft a ritual around it. It will require days, perhaps even weeks, of a very strict dietary and physical fitness routine before I am even remotely capable of doing this again. It must be done outside, in clean air, with no allergens present, at night, with /several/ trip-sitters. It will require several hours of meditation to prepare myself. Breathing exercises will be necessary. Comfortable clothes, no outside distractions. I will need an absolutely perfect- and that means no skimping on any aspect- environment before I do this again.

Jesus shitting hell. I have no idea what I just experienced... But it was incredible.
 
DMT- dimethyltryptamine....

It would appearthat you are asthmatic, explaining the throat closing and use of inhaler. These effects are not common with DMT- though panic is, which fucks your breathing.

Possibly you haad some sort of allergic reaction?
 
::nods:: I am asthmatic, and the people I'm staying with have a cat which I'm allergic to. I'm certain that in an outdoor environment free from allergens I'll be fine.

Update:

February 5th.
9:16am.

Okay... Now that I've slept on it, and gotten over the shock of the whole breathing thing...

I recall there being patterns. Pattens like some of M. C. Escher's art; he did optical art.
Perfect example: http://www.mcescher.com/Gallery/recogn-bmp/LW411.jpg
It looked kind of like that, except far cripser, cleaner, and expanded into three (or was it four?) dimensions. This isn't some fantastic dream, this was overlaid on top of reality; I had my eyes open for points of the trip, at the parts where it was easier to breathe, and they occupied the empty space that wasn't taken up by three-dimensional objects (the people in the room, bookshelves, walls, etc)
Do you know what a tesseract is? It's, I guess, a fourth dimensional cube. Read up on it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesseract. Scroll down, too, until you see the animated image of the hypercube "spinning". Try to imagine (you can't, but try anyway) the picture there, done by Escher, except in three-dimensions instead of the flat two of a picture, spinning like the tesseract does. Except it's not just spinning in one direction, it's going this way, then that way, then up, down, left, right, back, and forth. It changes speed and direction "randomly", and every time it takes a sharp speed up, I heard a click. When it slowed down, I heard static. It made noises, strange noises, that were perfectly synchronized to it's movements. It pulled at me, making my muscles tense and relax, sometimes in such short succession it was... I'm not going to say painful. The closest word I can think of is 'difficult'. It was perfectly synaesthesic.
I think perhaps the strangest part about these patterns is that I didn't "see" them with my eyes, I didn't "hear" them with my ears. All these visions and sounds and pulls were all going on up inside my head, but yet they were crisper, clearer, sharper and more detailed than anything I've ever seen with my base five senses.

It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The kind of beauty that could make you weep with joy, if you were even capable of pulling your attention away from it long enough to weep.

I need to get on my meditation. I need to work on this whole 'empty mind' business.
When you die, your body triggers a natural production of DMT. That bright light at the end of the tunnel? That's DMT baby. When you're done with your corporeal body, your body does the favor of launching your soul up into the higher dimensions to hang with the Angels.
A friend once explained to me, "Tibetan monks talk of the "Bardo", the place where you go after death, as a place full of lights. When you meditate intensely, and are able to turn on, they say you see the "lower lights of the Bardo". When a long-practicing Tibetan lama was given DMT, he said he saw the lower lights."
This is what I desire. I want to be able to see the lower lights of Bardo any time I wish, without the use of outside chemical stimulus. Hah, even better, at all times; in Zen, this is referred to as Satori. I must dedicate my life to this. I have found my purpose.
 
-KT- said:
How do you describe the undescribeable?
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Bruce Forsyth?

Seriously, glad you've got in touch with the elder brothers in DMT land :)
 
Dont get me so excited! :) I still have a little longer to wait before I can (finally after 3 years!) experience such things
 
-KT said:
I must dedicate my life to this. I have found my purpose.
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yeah get back to us on that one in like a month or two. You will probably be right back to getting high and partying. Alot of details in your report suggest that you are not ready for DMT such as combining it with nootropics (huge mistake) and not even knowing what DMT stands for. I'm not intending to dick you off but sometimes a reality check from people is good before a harsh psychedelic hands it to you. And why take Banisteropsis Caapi with smoked DMT?
 
::laughs:: Dude, you don't even know me. Why the fuck would you judge me?

As a matter of fact I am a deeply spiritual person who already does meditate, contemplate the ins and outs of the universe, and all that jazz. I rarely go to parties and I don't do drugs to 'get high'; I use psychadelics for spiritual purposes and dissociatives to get in better touch with my self. /Occasionally/ I'll do E if I'm at a place/event where I've been dancing and am starting to lose energy, although again, I prefer hallucinogens for that. I abstain from alcohol, marijuana, caffeine, refined sugars, cocaine, meth, opiates, and, most of the time, sex.

I am- and was at the time- fully aware of how dangerous a combination nootropics and hallucinogens are; yes, and I did them anyway. I've mixed them before and I'll mix them again. My experiences have all been painfully intense, but I've always come out of them with a smile on my face, happy that I did; what doesn't destroy my soul only makes it stronger.

::laughs:: As for the Caapi, I recieved mixed messages as to what to do with it from various people; someone told me you had to smoke it (the DMT), someone else eat it, someone else mix it into the tea as you're drinking it... So I just settled on the one I'd done before, smoking it.
 
I thought that was a great read! the confusion you seemed to be experiencing makes me really want to get a hold of some DMT
 
I have 5-meo-dmt around but tried it twice and never got the full effect....dosed too low probably. It is making want to go sit down and take a hit right now!
 
damn great report!

i need to get some dmt crystals............too lazy for an extraction! damn
 
good report! it was an.... interesting read

Fuck! There is no language in the entire history of human development that could possibly describe this!
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I'm beginning to think that you're probably right.... Every single DMT expierence I've read on BL just does not compute inside my brain. When I read mushroom trip reports before I ate mushrooms, I could still kind of get a feel of what I was in for. But with this DMT stuff.........shit.......... the feeling you describe seems so alien that I can't wrap my head around it.

Did anything you were looking at before you took the hit of DMT (maybe your TV, or the carpet in your room) morph into what you saw after you started hallucinating? I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you think it would have made a difference were you actually were when you started hallucinating? In other words, if you smoked DMT in total darkness, do you think that the hallucinations would be as powerful?
 
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