My greatest and only trip from DPT.
I snorted a tremendous amount, something like 350-400mg maybe more, i wanted a 12 hour experience from it.
SO one sunny afternoon in the backyard. After i snarfled and snuffled and burned my adenoids out because
Trying to get that much of something that burns so much and begins within 15-20 minutes, is what i'm sure could be considered a beautiful thing to see.
But none the less. Once i was done acting like a powder swine
The trip began, with a subtle vibration. A Cicada flew past my head. I remember knowing the trip was starting because when i closed my eyes, i became the sound of its wings flapping.
I felt something ancient about it's buzzing that was going on in the neighborhood. Suddenly I got this feeling like i was about to know what it was like to spend 25 years underground.
Suddenly the Cicada buzzing became intense, like too intense it was as if they were swarming me inside of my own head, but it was clear that this was just a synesthesia based aural expenditure of a very real thing cascading with meaning and resolve. I was probably crying and screaming in my back yard. Everything had begun to take on an incredibly silver almost ethereal tone. Just Blistering with "the light" When the Cicadas finally stopped buzzing. Everything became what i would like to say as "too calm" I hallucinated 3 translucent rainbow steeds galloping over my fence, heading right for me with white riders pointing their astral blades at me. They charged, i scurried around the yard on my hands and needs in some de-evolved state of primitive survival at that point. I finding the tree in my back yard. I rested myself underneath it.
When i would close my eyes, i would see myself, only from above, and there was a rainbow colored a chain leading downward to myself. Like i was in 3rd person. or "spiritual" form, still connected to my Physical form, but now looking out of the eyes of my Astral form. Now when i would open my eyes, i was back on the ground in traditional out of the eyes perspective. So AS I LAY DYING, on the grass vibrating into oblivion. lolol. I decided to see what would happen, if i closed my eyes, in my "astral form".
So when i shut my eyes, on "earth" to be up in the "ether" looking down at myself. I closed my Astral eyes. At which point you would think you would be given next to nothing to a whole lot of something.
But it was more or less what i feel is a slipstream of consciousness. But only for your DNA, your heritage. It will take you, anywhere you want to go in YOUR life. I am not not talking just about the life you are living right now.
I remember, when the steam would stop shuddering and hold it's focus long enough for me to look inside as if it was a mirror to a moving picture show or a movie.
The first one was the High Seas, everyone i had ever known and all of the people i meet so far on this journey in my life have seemed to have at one point or another played a role in my life as a pirate.
Everyone was being hedonistic and violent glorious and brave, beautiful and bold. It was Triumphant, i remember we were feared on those High Seas.
Now when something in "reality" like a cat, or was it a car, or a noise would distract me, it was very easy to fall out of this "slip stream" so i was granted them in bursts over a period of 4 delirious hours in the back yard.
DPT is alot like LSD in the sense, it peaks in WAVES but these waves are the maximum of receptor control. So as my ship was sinking in a mixture of reality going on just on the other side of a fence and serotonin delirium.
I vomited a little bit, buried it poorly with some dirt, so the cat wouldn't come over and smell it, and be going through what i am going through or worse.
Then once the vibrations began to pick up again intensely i remembered just go with it you aren't dying flow into the slip steam and you will be granted visions.
So this time, my visions were of a jungle. Something was horribly wrong, People i thought of as the Gods were murdering my tribe. My eldest was sick. I remember leaving late at night to go to the jungle to look for medicine.
Something is wrong feel like i am being followed. Then Rainbow blackness. Next thing i remember is being yelled at in a language i do not understand for things i do not think are wrong. I was just trying to find medicine for my family.
The Priest in white wants me to kiss his ring i spit blood on him before my throat is slit and i am kicked into the fire.
By this point i am crying and abysmal on the ground in my backyard. I know what happened didn't happen right then in there. But it speaks from the past, like seeing something that gives you Deja Vu.
But in your heart. I knew i was in for the long haul. The Vibrations slowed at this point, i was pretty distraught. I went inside i turned on some music i tried to find peace. Music sounded alien and tormenting. The house felt to small and cluttered with memories of a person i "wasn't" at that moment in time. To say i was emotions at that point is probably true to say, it's like having synesthesia to everything, complete and total raw nerve to "reality". Reality was "too loud" but there is no dimmer switch for reality.
I went back outside to the front yard this time. Probably not the best choice given that it's near a relatively non busy street, in suburbia but still a GREAT enough location to give the neighbors a complete and total view of my overly emotional and disheveled insanity. I remember the cat was in the tree. So i started to repeat at the cat, "silly cat, you are a cat, not a bird." But in song, over and over and over again. Until kitty came down to play with me. That was really fun. When i looked up to realize there was a world going on around me, i realized that pretty much all of my neighbors were outside doing yard work, GIVEN it was a SUNDAY, in the Spring time. Now either this awareness of other people, triggered the next sequence But kitty gave me a strange look like he knew what was up. The Dipropyltryptodemon was charging up for it's next and greatest surge at my serotonin ducts. I had to get to the backyard.
Or somewhere away from the thoughts of other people. They were impeding my bubble and making me feel scared of authorities.
So i close my eyes in an Old Recliner i have in the back yard trying to get comfortable. The vibrations on DPT are so intense sometimes you almost feel like you are going to turn your own bones into liquid. But not just the literal ones.
So when i get comfortable, i am in the south of France, i am running around the streets stealing bread, sleeping with pretty ladies, being a righteous swine. C'est La Vie, Non?
Non? I am caught by my wife having sex with a prostitute. she turns me into the authorities for a silver, for being a bread thief and then she brings the children to watch me get hung in town square.
That one left me feeling dirty. I needed to bathe, i have been vibrating in my own vomit rolling in the dirt and getting lost in my Temporal worm holes of space and time.
So i peeled myself off the chair outside. I can't even imagine what my neighbors must be thinking is going on with me, if most of them ACTUALLY Are outside doing yard work.
Got inside, got into the shower.
It funny how the simplest things can remind you of yourself. Soap, a tooth brush, the shower nozzle, The Pattern the shower head beats into your skin.
All of these are sensations which are getting written into something you will experience again, and again, and again in what i feel are different modalities of life.
These images and these surges, allow me to realize that what i am percieving now is this life.
As i have said before, i was abused a lot as a child, i don't really have a "huge" memory of my childhood. Despite everything DPT showed me.
It still protected me from this life, just a nice glowing beautiful ball of life and love which reminded me it's really not the past that matters. But it's fun to look back into it.
All of these "times" i was in through closed astral eye visions. were very real. I could feel the rain, the sweat, the toil, the sex, the power, the darkness.
Everything i experienced i felt it was like to "prove a point". That is to live a good life. We're given more than one, But the sins of your past lives are the trails of your current life.
You can never truly conquer Samsara.
I must have been in the shower for over 2 hours it was freezing by the time i returned to awareness again. Yes i did this DPT trip ALONE as i like to do most of the trips in which i know i am going to be "driving myself up the wall".
Its easier than having someone elses ego field there reacting with yours. The rest of the night played out the incredibly high dose acid with extremely powerful synesthesia to sound, music i normally liked, i loathed. Ultimately
I can understand WHY The Temple of the True Inner Light uses this shit as their Eucharist. It works.
But what i don't understand is how DMT is illegal yet this one goes by relatively ignored by a majority of the recreational community. In a way that is a good thing. But if there ever was a casual user who was like
OMIGOD DMT SOUNDS TERRIF DPT LASTS LONGER, and they seek it out and DO IT before other compounds....
HOLY SHIT that would be a hellride of demented results. i could see that causes permanent ego//physic damage to those who aren't ready.
But anyways... DPT. It's Only Hell of a Heavenly Drug.
