I believe this will be my last DMT experience report ever, as I've come to a new understanding of the spice.

Since my "Breakpoint" report I've been thinking a lot, as usual, but even moreso these few days that has passed in-between that day and last night.

I believe in seeing, not "visions" but new realities and in order to see these "new" realities I strongly believe in the aid of hallucinogenic substances, foremost DMT. I'm deeply fascinated by complex auditory hallucinations and real hallucinations.

What makes DMT perfect for me is the fact (In my experience) that with high enough doses of DMT I experience all kinds of hallucinations, whether they are tactile, gustatory, somatic or phantosmia these are all usually present and real.

Now I know some of you may think: "Then what is real?" and to me these medicine-induced realities are no different from the ordinary one except that these "induced-realities" are phenomenal in every sense possible.

Last night, I re-did my thinking of the previous experience (Breakpoint) and came to the conclusion that I needed to push the envelope for my journeying onto the spiritual path even further. Knowing what had to be done, I broke all my rules, no scale, no eyeballing and close to no preparation (in comparison to most experiences were I spend more time preparing than journeying ).

I knew what I wanted, and I knew how I was going to get there.

Being quite the scientific-Nazi about these things I knew I couldn't weigh out the dose on this one, because the prior experience I'd get by doing so would be nothing but a huge obstacle. Anxiety, nervosity and common sense were all my enemies, I had to disregard all of these in order to succeed with my endeavour to pass through the initial fear upon coming up/in to fully and truly interact with whatever laid at hand, I would not be a passenger nor an observer.

I plucked out the wool from the Machine, there were a considerable amount of residue left on it, I handpicked three large and dense rocks of DMT and loaded them onto the wool while reminding myself of my motto:" No eyeballing, no fear..."

I made myself comfortable sitting on my altar (sofa) while quietly repeating to myself:"Spice is my medicine, Spice allows me to see, Spice allows me to be". After a minute of meditating and chanting I began preheating the wool for another whole minute until the three rocks had melted into its liquefied form and the chamber was already holding a significant amount of vapour.

It took me four gargantual tokes to empty the chamber and there was so much going on after the third hit that I forgot in which end the tube where, I had to look on both ends but I just couldn't make heads or tails of it. After seconds of neurotic behaviour I finally managed to find the tube by hand search and vigorously inhaled the remaining vapour.

For a couple of seconds I felt absolutely dumbfounded by my achievement, thoughts were rapidly decaying, the feeling of a strong surge or current made itself present as I put down the Machine. I never made it back from there, I believe my body froze in this position and didn't change posture it until I came out of the experience, I was semi-hunched, feet up on the sofa.

The living room table, were I'd put the Machine slowly began to absorb these objects, everything above or on it simply sunk into its wood, seemingly "natural" and completely real. After mere seconds of this there was nothing left but the table which in turn had begin to implode, sinking into itself from its centre.

As this happened I could see deep down the continuously sinking hole in the table, I leaned forward and marvelled at the bare sight of this 8th wonder occurring in my living room. As the tables surface had been replaced by this hole I felt a strong sense of "error", hands made out of wood slowly reached up from the hole, they grabbed onto the edges of the table and arms appeared, it seemed as if "they" were trying to pull themselves up.

At this time the feeling of "error" was largely because of the fact that I had tried to close my eyes to avoid seeing these things happening, it was just too much, my brain had gone blue screen on me, beeping like mad and constantly sending me error messages that something was terribly wrong, something important had been broken.

However, when I had closed my eyes, there was no difference, I could see the eyelids "approaching", narrowing my vision, but the instant they shut, there I was, staring at the wooden body parts doing chin-ups through a hole in my living room table.

Normally one would experience "another" reality when they shut their eyes, in large enough doses however this just doesn't seem to be possible, there's no escape or safety zone left. You are for all the necessary reasons no longer embodied, the "problem" is that you rarely if ever realize this until you're coming out of the experience.

The wooden body parts were clearly reaching for something and I was intrigued, my brain had given up on me and there were no fear left, only I remained. I grabbed one of the hands and just as I were about to make the effort to pull "it" up, "it" pulled me down.

I still remember almost everything of the experience, even in detail, but I see no need in explaining them as some encounters were private and others not meant to be explained inside our language barrier. This was the first time with spice that I was able to fully understand their language, even I spoke it, my language was somehow translated in these rooms (not "spaces" but actual rooms, very native yet futuristic looking) as I spoke.

It was the most confounding thing I've ever experienced, as I expected (for example) the word "him" to leave my lips, all I heard was this alien song coming out of my mouth and it was beautiful. As we spoke/sang with each other, I came to learn that by actually singing and not speaking, the room we were in would drastically change to all kinds of things...

The wooden beings seemed to be utterly satisfied with my newly discovered abilities and came very close to me.

These wooden beings explained to me that they were in fact me, they were the very fabric of me, and they were... my roots and inner being, my core. Everything just made so much sense to me, breath, oxygen, chlorophyll and the photosynthesis, the symbiosis of all living things and the death and decay that actually nurtures them, natures way.

A sense of something fleeting suddenly took place and I realized that it was me, the beings began to morph and self transform into some kind of combined unit, I looked around and as I looked back the beings were gone, before me stood a long, earthy tunnel, I took the hint and ran in. I ran and ran for what seemed to be forever and then there it suddenly was, the end.

A sort of suction occurred and I was caught in it, dwindling down the tunnel in lightning speed I saw myself, the suction abruptly stopped and I was now slowly floating toward myself.

I was sitting semi-hunched with my feet up on the sofa, I thought to myself; God I look ridiculous, my eyes were black as the abyss and wide open, my mouth was half opened and was of course dry because of it. I sort of looked as if I had been frozen right before dying by electrocution, everything about my posture was saying: Intensely fucked up, do NOT touch

As I floated closer to my body "our" fingertips connected and the strangest feeling sapped my body, I was slowly self-integrating like Iron Man in his war armour, hands - check, feet - check... Then, quite promptly I might add, I was back sitting in the sofa, with an aching back pain too from hunching like a jackass. After this had happened things got hectic, flashbacks and old memories showered over half of me, only half of my visual perception was replaced by this insanely fast "rolling" thing as if I was still "there" but obviously not completely at that moment.

After sometime of feeling very "split" and torn between these two worlds things started to settle down and I believe the experience itself lasted for about 20 minutes and the effects lingered on for as long as an hour after my come-out, and I had close to zero motor skills during that time.

Last of all, I want to add that I've "lost" the need and interest to explain these things to anyone, except for those close to me who also uses and actually knows what on earth you're raving about instead of requesting your visit to the asylum.

This experience taught me so many things and it gave me clarity, wisdom and it showed me the final truth, to me a perpetual revelation that perturbed some of my oldest and most personal beliefs.

- Blind as a bat, mad as a hatter, red as a beet, hot as a hare, dry as a bone, the bowel and bladder lose their tone, and the heart runs alone

My f****** god chuck, I was holding my breath throughout the entire report.

Just....WOW

You are a hero of pushing the boundaries, I hope that what you wanted to find from DMT was found, if not, I might see another report around the bend..and I sure hope that I do.

Much love brother, be well