I thought I would share with the community that, on friday night, I used DMT to stop someone smoking freebase cocaine, the same day they got out of prison.
The woman I'm seeing (her ex of 12 years is the person in question) was telling me about him, and how, even though they cannot be in the same room together, how much she cared for him still, and how furious she would be if she saw someone giving him cocaine again, especially in a pipe.
So when we parted ways after we walked the dogs, I went down to the pub and just chilled out, drawing a little, and he walks in with a friend. He is greeted warmly, and as the minutes tick over I cannot help but get the feeling that his friend was probably not the appropriate friend to be with him straight after getting out of incarceration.
SO, anyway, my friend starts talking about the DMT experiences we had had, he asks some questions and then just carries on talking to his friends. He would like to try it, and seeing as it seemed at the time that his mate was gonna try and get him to go with him to go score some cocaine, I thought it would be a good idea.
SO I load him up a bowl - he likes it, it get passed on...
After about 3 small sub-breakthrough hits, and one REALLY obvious breakthrough - he seems very smiley and blessed when he came back into the world, but then I can see his gung-ho arrogance shine through again...I think "fuck...Maybe he needs an ayahuasca brew or a large dose of LSD to break through that ego...I really feel foolish"...and then him and his mate go, thanking me, and I feel a bit disappointed.
Later in the evening I tell my friend's father(who is good friends with my ladyfriend), who is part of an ayahuasca circle and he has been acquaintances with the guy from way back, about what I did and my intention behind it, and how I "failed"...then I feel naive as hell after speaking in such a way.
The next day I see the guy and he thanks me again for the previous night, and I don't feel like asking too many questions about his experience as I've already made some assumptions, so I just sit there at the pub table sketching.
However, that evening my friend's father comes up to my at the pub, and tells me that what I did WORKED.
The guy went and saw him later that day, and told him about everything that happened, and that he decided not to do cocaine that night, and had some great insights when he went to bed, and the next day also, and has really decided to step back a little for a while - evidently it took a lil while to integrate the experience.
Then the guy turns up at the pub again, and we have a long indepth talk and smoke some more, and he opens up quite a lot to me, and I see just how damaged he is.
this tale is to be continued - I can see me and him having an interesting future relationship.
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