#$%! I just did another whole day on Moclo + DMT and by the end of it I was smiling so hard I nearly broke my face!
Not even euphoriants like Methylone have ever reached that level of unadulterated bliss. I couldn't even remember my own name it was so bloody intense! Almost frightening, but even the thought that it was almost frightening just caused me to smile and enjoy life even harder! It stayed that way until I fell asleep, a sleep I just woke from after 11 hours. And such brilliant dreams there were.
That unbelievable euphoria started a good 4 hours after my last dose too, when I thought it would be subsiding... It's almost as if the more used to DMT space you become, the more you grow to accept each other.
What is with DMT, anyway?
I've had some days where I took more than I should have after weeks of sobriety and literally felt nothing, some days where I ingested the weakest threshold in the middle of frequent use and "the tone" came completely shattering my ego into a million fractal pieces floating between and observing the contents of what seemed like alternate universes.
Some days where it's calming and introspective, some days where it's energetic and euphoric, some days where it sends me into a deep meditative trance...
Is there no bottom to the DMT abyss?
No summit to its entheogenic mountain?
Fuck. Wow.