I did this the other day and it ripped my head off.
I most always have very useful, calm, and meditative experiences with DPT. It seems nothing if not pragmatic in its approach, allowing you to systematically analyze and play with the 'interface' between body and spirit.
This time, I decided to use a high dose of DPT at the floating-down period of a 4-ho-met experience (which itself had been extremely useful, spiritually rewarding, and beautiful). I don't often IV DPT, but I had let my level of control over desire slide, and was seeking the big one that DPT'ers write about. I got chastised hard by Mother Nature for the wreckless way in which I went about this. Half-way through the injection my throat and tounge started to go numb, so I thought I'd better hurry up and finish the shot. I almost finished the barrel, because my head was floating away into a pressure zone of sonic madness, and my heart started beating about thrice it's normal pace. So I'm sitting there with a needle hanging out my arm dripping blood from an extravated vein, and the room is turning into huge vibrating tentacles of cause and effect, the karmic ramifications of damage reverberating dischordant geometries along the ontological threshold of its warped liminal precipice, shimmering with urgency in the Holy light.
I had to go to the hospital to get my vein sorted out. The walk there was a cosmic embarassment. A very powerful lesson from our divine Mother to respect the body.
Thank you Sophia.
That sounds like a good reason not to use a needle on myself ever, haha. What was the reason for the increased heart rate?
-djstrip