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crazyhazey
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today i tried dmt for the first time, extracted from tree bark. i now understand the meaning of the "3rd eye". reality wass really hard to grasp after it was over, i felt like i was dreaming a bit.
808toker
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I took my first yesterday!
I thought i knew what to expect from reading about it from peoples trip reports on erowid but it is truly a indescribable expirence to say the least. Im mezmorized still.
crazyhazey
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i dont know if ill ever look at people the same, reality doesnt mean anything really. i think im going to continue to do it but only on occasion, even though its the best short term drug ive found if doing small doses. i feel really relieved but i didnt really think i was stressed about anything, im more at peace as of now before i did the drug i feel.I took my first yesterday!
808toker
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Exactly! Im am so amazed at how refreshed I feel. Mentally, physically, spiritually, everything! Yeah I could totally see how and why people abuse this drug and I see how easy it is to do so as well the expirence is just amazing. But as with everything I do I remember my golden rule: Use not abuse. I will definatly continue using dmt but only as frequently as I do mushrooms. When some knowledge is needed that you cannot find in this world.
crazyhazey
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i was thinking about doing it again today but i dont know, i wouldnt want that sort of thing to be a habit even though its only as unhealthy as dreaming. but i know what you mean,i can believe such a beautiful experience is the most illegal drug possible.
crazyhazey
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malignant
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took my first today, it was not fun, it was not cool, i dont know what i did wrong, i did not go anywhere, just took a few little flakes, in an oil burner, i felt very stuck in my body, and it was horrible. i also did it in a dark livingroom, without anything to listen to other than a leaky shower faucet. i hadnt intended on doing it, ive had the stuff for months, let friends try it, and smoke the residuals in my hash pipe this morning to clear it out so i could smoke hash. did i not take enough? is it my environment? or will every time be as horrible as that was?
sonar
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The first couple times scared the shit out of me man. I consider myself fairly experienced with psychedelics, but there isn't anything that can prepare you for dmt. It was, and still is sometimes, quite disorienting. Best thing to do is just lay back and close your eyes. If you only did a few "flake" that probably wasn't enough to reach hyperspace.
crazyhazey
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sounds like the environment, you need good music and good vibes to have a good trip.
I was primed for a play session, not a cross over.
I can't play video games for shit. But I liked them when I could. I gave them up when "the boy" was 8. He kicked my ass so bad I simply had to stop playing them. The bad wrists and hands were my excuse.
So "the boy", who is no longer a boy, sets up the X-Box (or whatever it was), puts a racing game on, and twiddles for a bit so the car can fly and is in God mode, ie: cannot die.
I settle into the perfect comfy couch. He hands me the controller.
In the past, I would use DMT for (hmm, thinking here WAY too long).
Ok, let's face it. I don't know why, but I enjoyed about a 1/2 a dozen "experiences" before this one.
When going for physical play, DMT gives me beyond cat like reflexes. I can snatch a ball flying behind me without even trying to see it. I just pluck it out of the imagined air space. In a repeatable fashion. I have a dancer's body (sorry, I'm a guy), and when the music kicks I simply flow with it.
But beyond that, it allows controlled time dialation, at least as long as your life doesn't depend on it. When playing a car racing game, my typical high speed is about 50% before I lose the ability to see the distant obstacles (for planning) while reacting to immediate turns and threats. And I get WAY over stimulated at the adrenaline kicks in during play.
When playing under DMT, I can push the car to its limit, while watching the horizon for new issues, while dodging and weaving local traffic. Without breaking a sweat. While getting a blow job from my then girlfriend and now wife. Hey, I needed to try. Just because you get old doesn't mean you have to grow up.
But in this case, I was simply going for driving, my gf wasn't there, and it was play time.
I take the hit. It's strong. When I do the extract, I know the strength can vary, but sometime I forget I can occasionally get one like this without warning.
I'm told that it was really tough for the boy to get the controller out of my hand, and he was worried I was going to break it. I was "clawed" and clenching. My GF is a nurse. The boy was about 3 minutes of waffling between calling an ambulance, calling her, or waiting it out. He did not know that DMT cannot kill you. Well, as long as you don't have a physical accident or puke / inhale vomit.
Inside, it was much different.
I woke up. I was lying on some type of gourney. There was something/somebody pushing it, but I could not see them. I leaned up for a better view. I was being rushed down a wide hall. It was very bright white ceiling and walls, high ceiling. The walls had rectangular cutouts, like they were wide openinging into rooms. There was a continuous stream of them on both sides.
In each room was a scene from my life being being experienced. I was in it, along with other people. But I could only see each room for about 1/4 of a second, and I had them on both sides, as I was zipping along. And then I realised: Wait a second, I didn't marry that one. And then I saw the rooms contained not just each moment of my life, but moments from all possible decision points in my life. I saw my grandkids with a girlfriend I didn't marry. And I was with them. And every decision point in between.
This went one of an unknown amount of time, but felt like several minutes. Lots of scenes to absorb.
The gourney slowed down, but continued to move, the cut out walls disappeared, and dimmed out, to be replaced with swirling colors. Then is stopped.
Let's see, what the fuck is happening?
I just got what seemed to be a classic life flashes before your eyes, but with some additional twists. Hmmm.
Dead. I must be dead. What the hell was with the decision point splits? Are they parallel universes, created on each decision? I guess I can see them when I'm dead in one of them. Hmmm. What's next? No fear, none. I simply accepted I was dead.
The light flashed on, blinding, and someone was standing there. I could only see their outline, along with the flowing colors emanating from them. Hmm, godlike apparition, makes sense. Yup, I'm dead.
But then the godlike apparition solidified into my son, but he was older, wearing a lab coat, asking me what seemed to be orientation questions.
Hmm. Not dead? Back from dead? The boy's smart, but I doubt he's managed to actually get me a new body. I wonder how long I was dead. If not really resurrected, then what? Oh, I know, I must be a computer simulation of my conciousness that the boy coded up from a scan of my brain. Yeah, that makes sense, I'm good with that.
Again, how long have I been dead? He doesn't look that old. How much tech advancement has passed since I died? No way, he's too young. Shit, maybe I'm a pure code simulation. Am I sure? He quizzing me. I guess I can try to answer.
mumble mumble mumble. yes, I'm fine. What year is it?
He understands nothing. He's worried. Why?
The room coalesces back into something I recognize. Hmmmmm.
WOW!?!?!?!? That was DMT? And the hit setup returns into my memory, and it all makes sense again. And at that point I'm ok with death. It doesn't give the same uneasy thought sensation that it used to.
I can't play video games for shit. But I liked them when I could. I gave them up when "the boy" was 8. He kicked my ass so bad I simply had to stop playing them. The bad wrists and hands were my excuse.
So "the boy", who is no longer a boy, sets up the X-Box (or whatever it was), puts a racing game on, and twiddles for a bit so the car can fly and is in God mode, ie: cannot die.
I settle into the perfect comfy couch. He hands me the controller.
In the past, I would use DMT for (hmm, thinking here WAY too long).
Ok, let's face it. I don't know why, but I enjoyed about a 1/2 a dozen "experiences" before this one.
When going for physical play, DMT gives me beyond cat like reflexes. I can snatch a ball flying behind me without even trying to see it. I just pluck it out of the imagined air space. In a repeatable fashion. I have a dancer's body (sorry, I'm a guy), and when the music kicks I simply flow with it.
But beyond that, it allows controlled time dialation, at least as long as your life doesn't depend on it. When playing a car racing game, my typical high speed is about 50% before I lose the ability to see the distant obstacles (for planning) while reacting to immediate turns and threats. And I get WAY over stimulated at the adrenaline kicks in during play.
When playing under DMT, I can push the car to its limit, while watching the horizon for new issues, while dodging and weaving local traffic. Without breaking a sweat. While getting a blow job from my then girlfriend and now wife. Hey, I needed to try. Just because you get old doesn't mean you have to grow up.
But in this case, I was simply going for driving, my gf wasn't there, and it was play time.
I take the hit. It's strong. When I do the extract, I know the strength can vary, but sometime I forget I can occasionally get one like this without warning.
I'm told that it was really tough for the boy to get the controller out of my hand, and he was worried I was going to break it. I was "clawed" and clenching. My GF is a nurse. The boy was about 3 minutes of waffling between calling an ambulance, calling her, or waiting it out. He did not know that DMT cannot kill you. Well, as long as you don't have a physical accident or puke / inhale vomit.
Inside, it was much different.
I woke up. I was lying on some type of gourney. There was something/somebody pushing it, but I could not see them. I leaned up for a better view. I was being rushed down a wide hall. It was very bright white ceiling and walls, high ceiling. The walls had rectangular cutouts, like they were wide openinging into rooms. There was a continuous stream of them on both sides.
In each room was a scene from my life being being experienced. I was in it, along with other people. But I could only see each room for about 1/4 of a second, and I had them on both sides, as I was zipping along. And then I realised: Wait a second, I didn't marry that one. And then I saw the rooms contained not just each moment of my life, but moments from all possible decision points in my life. I saw my grandkids with a girlfriend I didn't marry. And I was with them. And every decision point in between.
This went one of an unknown amount of time, but felt like several minutes. Lots of scenes to absorb.
The gourney slowed down, but continued to move, the cut out walls disappeared, and dimmed out, to be replaced with swirling colors. Then is stopped.
Let's see, what the fuck is happening?
I just got what seemed to be a classic life flashes before your eyes, but with some additional twists. Hmmm.
Dead. I must be dead. What the hell was with the decision point splits? Are they parallel universes, created on each decision? I guess I can see them when I'm dead in one of them. Hmmm. What's next? No fear, none. I simply accepted I was dead.
The light flashed on, blinding, and someone was standing there. I could only see their outline, along with the flowing colors emanating from them. Hmm, godlike apparition, makes sense. Yup, I'm dead.
But then the godlike apparition solidified into my son, but he was older, wearing a lab coat, asking me what seemed to be orientation questions.
Hmm. Not dead? Back from dead? The boy's smart, but I doubt he's managed to actually get me a new body. I wonder how long I was dead. If not really resurrected, then what? Oh, I know, I must be a computer simulation of my conciousness that the boy coded up from a scan of my brain. Yeah, that makes sense, I'm good with that.
Again, how long have I been dead? He doesn't look that old. How much tech advancement has passed since I died? No way, he's too young. Shit, maybe I'm a pure code simulation. Am I sure? He quizzing me. I guess I can try to answer.
mumble mumble mumble. yes, I'm fine. What year is it?
He understands nothing. He's worried. Why?
The room coalesces back into something I recognize. Hmmmmm.
WOW!?!?!?!? That was DMT? And the hit setup returns into my memory, and it all makes sense again. And at that point I'm ok with death. It doesn't give the same uneasy thought sensation that it used to.
ANC
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You had a very true reflextion/ vision of an aspect of reality that most people can only get on a theoretical level.
It will take time but the message/purpose of what you saw will be clear.
Its an amazing substance... the trip doesn't last minutes, but months.. until it reveals its meaning, and then you get the best rush of the whole experience.
It will take time but the message/purpose of what you saw will be clear.
Its an amazing substance... the trip doesn't last minutes, but months.. until it reveals its meaning, and then you get the best rush of the whole experience.
ControlledEnviorment
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haha if you thinking smoking it is gross wait untill your trying to choke down 8 oz of fluid, almost every one "purges" aka vomits when they drink it. Good luck bro!
crazyhazey
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testtime,
when people have a bad trip on dmt i find most of the time its because of the setting or surroundings, id smoke hash for about 30 minutes before smoking dmt, i always get the racing heart effect before it so i pack the bowl and let it sit in front of me while i smoke for a little. after a few minutes, im pretty high and happy overall, ready to do some psychological exploration. thats when i hit the bowl, relax and lay back, play some trippy music(i like psychedelic music for it mostly, nothing dark, just fast beats and crazy sounds). then i turn off all the lights and trip for about 4-5 minutes. if you dont like being alone, i recommend doing it with a partner, tell him to keep quiet and if you start to freak out(which i would doubt to happen since youve done it multiple times), tell him to tell you to relax and accept it, this is all you can do to help at this point.
doing something while smokin dmt might not be a good idea, its not something i can do on the spot, its something i do when im ready to explore the depths of my mind, so somewhere public or somewhere that has loud noises isnt the best place.
you should be in your most comfortable setting without reminders of any bad things(bad childhood memories, fears, etc) if you want it to work out well. good vibes means a good trip for me, some other more experienced user say they never have bad trips because they can control their minds, but i still need a perfect place to do it or i wont, in fear i will not trip as hard, or have a bad trip.
when people have a bad trip on dmt i find most of the time its because of the setting or surroundings, id smoke hash for about 30 minutes before smoking dmt, i always get the racing heart effect before it so i pack the bowl and let it sit in front of me while i smoke for a little. after a few minutes, im pretty high and happy overall, ready to do some psychological exploration. thats when i hit the bowl, relax and lay back, play some trippy music(i like psychedelic music for it mostly, nothing dark, just fast beats and crazy sounds). then i turn off all the lights and trip for about 4-5 minutes. if you dont like being alone, i recommend doing it with a partner, tell him to keep quiet and if you start to freak out(which i would doubt to happen since youve done it multiple times), tell him to tell you to relax and accept it, this is all you can do to help at this point.
doing something while smokin dmt might not be a good idea, its not something i can do on the spot, its something i do when im ready to explore the depths of my mind, so somewhere public or somewhere that has loud noises isnt the best place.
you should be in your most comfortable setting without reminders of any bad things(bad childhood memories, fears, etc) if you want it to work out well. good vibes means a good trip for me, some other more experienced user say they never have bad trips because they can control their minds, but i still need a perfect place to do it or i wont, in fear i will not trip as hard, or have a bad trip.
crazyhazey
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as soon as i move into a new house i want a room specifically for trips, just a place with bright colors, good vibes, cool lights, television, sound system, the works. a trip relies off mood mostly, if your in a bad mood or a bad place you wont have too much fun, like an empty room may make you feel as if your life is empty and lead to a depressing train of thought, leading to a bad trip. its all about mentality, to learn about yourself you have to be in good mood or you'll explore the bad parts. hope your trips get better once your in the new house, its horrible when one experience ruins a drug completely. just move on, dont reminisce and accept it once its entered your system.