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Heres a post regarding snorting DMT that I found on the dmt-nexus website. I think it may answer some questions about snorting spice. 
freedominphilly said:A buddy I have that lives in Antarctica sent me this message:
That night was, by far, the most insane night of my life. Counting all the psychoactives I've ever been on at one time and all the other crazy shit I've experienced while not high, like skydiving, being chased by the cops, and being held up at gun point by gangsters that had just kicked in my door, none of that can even come close in comparison to that night.
I didn't have an accurate scale that night (I have one now though, I told my self I would do spice again in any form until i got a .001g scale) so I eyeballed a really big line each for me and my 60 year old neighbor (now-business-partner). You know, I'm sure you've read how you need a little more for up your nose than you do for smoked. The original lines I had cut really looked gigantic. I smoked a cigarette and decided they were too big. So I shaved a little off of each. And smoked another cigarette. And contemplated the size of the two new lines. Still too big. So I shaved a little more off of each of them. And another cigarette. "Alright, fuck it, that looks about right." The size I was going for was a little less than twice the biggest smoked hit I'd ever taken. The line was about an inch long, 1/4 inch wide, and 3 or 4 millimeters high.
I put out the cigarette and rolled up a 20 dollar bill. I said, "Well, here we go." I've snorted shitty coke and meth enough times that I felt prepared for the burn I had read about. The crystal wasn't the purest, but I had recrystallized an already decent product. The color was almost pure white..just a little off.
I banged that fucker in one go. I stood up from the table and laid down in a nice padded reclining lawn chair. It burned like a fucker, but I didn't comment about it because I still wanted my friend to snort his.
I told my buddy that it definitely seems to be taking awhile to come on. At one point I wondered if it would even work at all or if I'd done enough. Then the familiar shapes started to come.
Ever so slowly though.
At first.
I told my sitter, "Ahhh, yeah, here it comes. It is real mellow and slow like I had read about. You'll like this."
Then I got slapped in the face so fucking hard with visuals that I had to close my eyes. The well-known chrysanthemum came at me at a million miles an hour and I was thrust through hyperspace instantly.
About 2 minutes after everything started, I felt some extreme nausea. I saw my stomach as a swirling, crazy, psychedelic organ moving its way out of my abdominal section, past my solar plexus, up past my chest, through my throat and then I saw it come out of my mouth and complete turn itself inside out and completely empty its entire contents onto the deck beside me on the chair with a huge splash. They made me dry heave several more times to make sure I was completely empty.
Then the real traveling started. I felt like I was moving at about 3-5 times the speed of light. I saw the sky in front of me, at this point it was colored a pinkish-blue, as a two dimensional painting which I absolutely RIPPED through. Traveling faster and faster, I saw my body as a tightly-bound mass of thread that was quickly unraveling. I became a super-long and super-thin piece of thread being transported at an extremely high speed through the galaxy. I guess that's why everything came out of my body, so that I could be stretched so thinly. During this time, I felt as though I was being put through a series of mental and physical stress tests. At one point, I really felt what it was like to be drowning. My throat had completely closed up and I couldn't breathe from my nose and I felt like I was under water. I think my sense of time was so distorted, that every time I would take a swallow, that time that my throat would latch shut on the swallow, would seem like an eternity. I so badly wanted to ask my sitter if I was breathing alright, but I couldn't speak. At another point, I felt as though my heart was beating a trillion times a second.
I wear glasses when I'm not wearing contact lenses and that night I was wearing glasses. At some point my glasses came off, but I could see with absolute accuracy. Like I was healed of my bad eyesight. In retrospect, however, I'm pretty sure everything I 'saw' that night, was all completely inside my head.
Then the traveling had stopped, and I was completely out of my body, moving around with just my mind, and I ended up in this space. There were all sorts of swirling wormholes for me to choose from. I just had to think myself to the one I wanted. Every one I went into showed me something so important and reassuring about life, mainly my life I suppose, but obviously that could be applied to anyone. I don't remember staying at this point very long.
I started my re-entry. It seemed to take forever. I really didn't think the night was ever going to end. There were real sounds around me that got stuck in a loop. There were songs on the radio that played over and over and over. The fountain next to me made the most complex sounds with the falling water. I asked my sitter if he could PLEASE turn off the tree frogs. Those goddamn tree frogs. I can't even smoke DMT at night in this neighborhood anymore because of the damn tree frogs..just too annoying.
I was now back in my body, barely. I was able to utter a few words here and there. Everything I saw was just a swirling, smeared mess, everywhere. I was glad to see my sitter.
I had to piss so bad but I didn't think I could stand up. Finally I got myself together enough and relieved myself. At this point, the intensity had almost completely died down. I had eyes in front of my vision everywhere. Very distinct eyes.
I asked my buddy how long I had been away for. He said I didn't say a word for at least an hour. And the re-entry had taken about an hour as well.
One hour of super intense hyperspace travel.
I don't see myself ever doing that again. Not from fear or apprehension, but just because there is really no point. I feel like I pretty much saw it all. Plus it really took a toll physically on my body for about a week later. I had vomited so hard that I literally pulled muscles. Muscles in my chest were tight for days every time I would cough. And two muscles in my pelvis were pulled, one of them was actually bulging from my skin for about a week.
