I don’t write a lot of experience reports but I wanted to put this one out there as its very different from anything I’d experienced before. I’ll deal with this in 2 parts, as it takes place on 2 separate days & is 2 very different experiences with the same DMT.
I have to say at this point that I’ve been doing marathon training and to assist this (provide extra energy, endurance, focus) at lunchtime on both days I’d taken 50mg of DMAA (1,3-dimethylamylamine) & 50mg caffine prior to a run. This was about 6 or 7 hours before I took the DMT so I wasn’t expecting it to have any influence.
The first time I don't think it did.
I hadn’t smoked DMT for a while now, and hadn’t broken through for a while before that, and on Fri I decided to take up the pipe again. I’ve got a variety of ‘types’ of DMT (slightly different extraction results/solvents used/etc) and this time I decided to use a waxy orangey type I’ve had sitting around unused for ages.
Don’t know why I did but I decided to put 80mg in the pipe (wooden vaporgenie) to be sure of breaking through. About 10 min before I also smoked about 20mg of harmala extract. I find it difficult to describe what came next, there were several distinct stages of the experience, not all of which I can remember …….. There was a very busy place, which was changing itself, everything was movement and change, There were some areas of blackness, vaults or wells and I got a strong sense of being in a fractal.
There was a VERY strong message which I struggled hard to keep ahold of (though I know I've forgotten some nuances): that I needed to change may ways, focus more and see things through not (as I have been doing) just doing things half heartedly and jumping onto the next new thing and leaving the last one unfinished.
Coming down I got images of folk I know and a realisation it’d be utterly impossible to explain any of this. No one else’d understand.
Afterwards I was very meditative, very quiet and with an empty mind. That's unusual for me as I don’t do meditation and never usually have a clear mind. I was also very cold, which is usual for me after smoking DMT. I spent a lot of time after that thinking about the experience and the insight. No that’s not the word, the powerful message I was given and the changes I needed to make in my behaviours and patterns.
On reflection I felt that this dmt, harmala mix was very very much like ayahuasca – which seemed great to me, I got a very clear direction to go in to sort my life out, and great awe-inspiring visuals (which I can only vaguely recall now). Based on the Ayahuasca similariies I assumed this orangey DMT had a fair amount of ‘red dmt’ in it.
That’s not the dark side – that comes now.
On Mon figuring that there’s still likely to be a useable hit in the pipe I pre-dosed 20mg harmala extract, as before, but when hitting the vaporiser the results were completely different. It was absolute chaos!
It may be a truism of dmt to say you don’t know what’s ‘real’ but here I was launched into an insane mix of real and very dark feeling malevolent distortions of reality. There was a very definite dark essence to this experience and I was completely removed from my living room, instead I knew was going through all this on Tue, at a serious meeting at my work.
I do have this meeting on tue (tommorrow as I write this) and preparations have been taking up a lot of my time, it’s a big deal but somehow the DMT experience catapulted me into that future so I was actually there & the universe was tearing itself apart. Absolute DMT chaos of morphing Everything, with very rought dark overtones, me not keeping together at all – feeling like my entire self was fracturing into nothing - and seeing images of the (quite senior & very straight) folk who’ll be/were in the meeting. I did keep some aspect of ego or self as I kept wanting this to end, but at the same time I really believed I was freaking out in that meeting.
As I came down I only started to realise it wasn’t real when I noticed that no one was calling me up to ask what the hell happened in there.
All through it I had a huge amount of energy, and as I was coming down I could still feel the energy in my arms and hands bubbling under the surface – not plesantly but like some force with no way out. When opening my eyes everything in the room looked washed out and less vibrant than normal.
I realised too that I understood now what psychomimetic means, this is what a paranoid schizophrenic or psychotic breakdown must be like.
I’ve had ‘bad trips’ before, where I’ve taken too much of something or I’ve had difficult internal processes to work through that weren’t pleasant. This was different, I’ve never had a palpable taste of darkness and evil before but that’s what I got today.
I’m over it now, though still a little wired even now, rationally I’m attributing a lot of this to the presence of the DMAA in my system – and never taking DMT with DMAA again. But I also wonder if the melting & re-solidifying of the orangey DMT from Fri could have played a part.
It doesn't matter I'm not put off DMT by this, but I'm definitely not underestimating it again.
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The direction your trip took may have had little or nothing to do with the exact alkaloid proportions etc, and could have simply been an "on steroids" anxiety episode related to the upcoming meeting. Could really be that simple. Anxiety on DMT can taste like evil. Set/setting are always key, and not vaping the night before a stressful event is a good rule of thumb.
On the other hand, who knows, maybe the experience gave you a key insight that will be beneficial during the meeting. Or it might just make the meeting appear far less intimidating as compared to your dark trip version of it... Either way, it's today, hope it goes well!
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DMT can be "dark" even when one uses it in completely "happy" mood. What triggers unpleastant experiences, I don't know(I mean when using it in normal/respectful manner in normal/good mood). It's quite unpredictable in that sense in my experience... The person who chooses to use DMT should definately know that it's not all positive  I guess the hyperspace and it's vibes are so vast that it simply has to be that way.
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So how did the meeting go today?
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Thanks for the comments guys.
Guyomech, I think you're right a lot of it was due to the DMAA & the fact that the meeting had been in my thoughts a lot & near the top of my consiousness.
Tele, definitely agree, DMT can be unpredictable, probably one of the reasons we all like it so much.
Semios, I was a wee bit nervous before the meeting due to the DMT experience but it wasn't any significant stress and everything went well. Probably won't try the DMT the night before things like that in the future though.
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I had a very similar experience to this with a good experience followed closely by a very bad one with the 'leftovers'...
However, I put it down to the fact that I had been given a gift of advice and help, then, before I'd tried to implement the changes I'd been told to make and integrate the experience into my life, I went back in, selfishly and ungratefully 'chasing' the high... I got shown a powerful lesson just like your's...
Your attitude towards the lesson you got reminds me of someone who drank 20 beers then blames the Kebab he had after them for how bad he feels the day after...
This is NOT a toy...
Namaste
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Quote:somehow the DMT experience catapulted me into that future so I was actually there & the universe was tearing itself apart. Absolute DMT chaos of morphing Everything, with very rought dark overtones, me not keeping together at all – feeling like my entire self was fracturing into nothing - The mix of caapi 12 hours previous to only 26 mg spice in the VG led me to a state much like this. Although none of the future stuff... it was more like I was flushed down the toilet and was in a moment that had already happened and was waiting to be obliterated. It lasted way long, which alarmed me to no end... this stuff definitely has a dark side... and it is not a toy, for sure! بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Fairly responsible Kratom user.
"whenever he drank ayahuasca, he had such beautiful visions that he used to put his hands over his eyes for fear somebody might steal them." in between the grinding-brakes of a train crash while aluminum-foil robots make obnoxious sex noises on a static-filled walkie-talkie radio.
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