aMT, DPT, 4-AcO-DMT big mini-report
I'm apartment-sitting my girlfriend nice big place while she's away for ten days at a conference. Hours earlier I injected 25 mg of aMT IM. A few hours later I take another 20 mgs of aMT orally. An hour after that I use 50mgs of DPT IM. The aMT/DPT trip itself is incredible, supernaturally sunlit, rich, and prolific: if I could murder Mother Earth, grind up her ovaries and freebase them in a pipe this is what I’d expect the high to be like. This is about 4-AcO-DMT though. I take 13mgs of 4-AcO-DMT intramuscularly 3 hours after the DPT (the DPT effects are now merely residual):
The onset is extraordinary. I expected a fast but essentially smooth rise in effects over a period of 10-15 minutes. Instead I feel nothing for about 5 minutes after injection, and then I'm suddenly gripped by 4-AcO-DMT around the neck. My throat feels tight and I began to feel disoriented, like I’ve just smoked DMT. I endure this for about 1 minute and decide I should lie down. Within seconds after lying down I feel a flood of relief. I feel I need to stress that this relief occurred over a few seconds at most. Something popped in my brain, as though every synaptic vesicle ejaculated its serotonin in unison.
Many past similar experiences have led me to consider that my brain is learning how to manipulate 4-AcO/ho-DMT internally in the service of creating experiences distinct from my usual 4-AcO/ho-DMT trips, and this is one of the most striking examples yet. The trip goes from “first alerts” to plateau within 2 minutes, where normally it takes 10-15 (with or without aMT.)
My skull is suddenly swimming in a palpably warm viscous fluid akin to hot cum, and it’s immensely pleasurable. I simply concentrate on breathing for a few minutes before realizing my throat is parched. An immense water draw has accompanied this type of surging experience on both 4-AcO-DMT and 4-ho-DMT, but never the normal smoother trips with these drugs. I sit up to drink some water and feel like I might pass out. The “surging” trips are physically demanding, and I need to drink approximately a cup of water every 5 minutes during the peak to keep up. Involuntary movements usually characterize these types of trips for me, but I haven’t experienced any yet.
After about a half hour I am able to get up and microwave some buttered rice. The taste is unreasonably delicious and sensations of flavor seem to snake down my esophagus and coil around my spine. But the flavor snakes tickle and I begin to laugh manically.
It is perhaps the deepest, sweetest laughter I’ve every experienced, a whole laughter whose joy seems to burst from every cell. There seems no depth of suffering that cannot be razed and uplifted by the swooping troughs of its rhythms; this conviction superposes itself over the surges of laughter, back-flooding every tributary of my consciousness with an absurd and complete ecstasy.
It is alarming to feel so joyous. For such a glutted happiness to even exist as an existential potential, even if it is an augmentation of drugs, strikes me as unnecessary and unnatural. For a moment I think it sad to think this, to know that such joy, without the aid of psychedelics, is only attainable conceptually, and through analogy to pain. Mind you it is just a thought, one too small to alter the trajectory of my rocket-boosted mood. And the drug-fueled fires soon consume it, leaving me rejoicing in the fact that I have nevertheless attained this joy, and feeling ridiculous that I’ve fretted over a metaphysical quibble in the face of an experience so obviously in my favor.
I reach up to wipe the tears from my eyes and feel a strange sensation localized in my rotator cuff. I relax my arm and it continues moving on its own until it is draped over the arm of the couch behind my head. I make the “tear wiping” movement with my other arm and the same thing happens! (If you have someone hold your arms at your side while you attempt to raise them for 60 seconds while keeping your arms straight, and then your friend lets go and you relax your arms only to feel them raise on their own, you’ll experience something very similar.)
I wait for the visions of procreation and birth that have usually come with the involuntary movements of the surging 4-AcO/ho-DMT trips I’ve had in the past, but they never come—though the arm-lifting reflex persists for another hour or so.
The fits of laughter occur sporadically over the next 2 hours before subsiding. Despite the great heights of emotion explored in the trip I never crash, which I attribute to the persistent pleasures of aMT. The next day I feel fine, though a little tired. I highly recommend spending a shitty day alone in apartment this way, but go easy.
[Edit]: This experience has made me hesitant to try 4-AcO-DMT intraveneously. If I had a similar reaction to IV I could imagine it being dangerous.
