EDIT***: don't do any of the things I did in this trip, unless you want to risk possible death, not appointing a trip sitter is quite possibly a very good way to die, hit by traffic crossing a main road, even if at four in the morning.

Furthermore, I realize that I am an idiot, perhaps more so than everybody else.

Guidelines exist, I understand this, bringing other people so strongly into that world can have psychic damages, I understand this as well.

I inform others of the implications, several possibilities, and I've personally done dmt alone for long sessions, low dosing, and hyperspacing in succession. nobody was pressured into smoking, I laid a loaded pipe on the table and let everyone take their own tokes when they wanted to, the pipe would run out and I would load more.

I personally am not afraid of the molecule anymore, as it has showed me the feeling of death now, I believe.

of course, maybe this is telling me I should stop flirting so closely with death.:***





So I initiated a very strange event last night, myself and three other people shared about two grams of dmt loaded in the pipe with pinches of sage changa.

I first started a painting before this occurred, I drew a sort of meshing background, while envisioning the wonders of hyperspace.

I didn't know anyone there but the jester, which is what I called him all night, because he reminded me so much of a jester, so that's what I'll call him.

Then there was the angel as I called him, noting that he had very elongated and angelic features, and though he didn't have much experience with dmt, or any real knowledge of extracting it, he seemed very knowledgeable about the psychedelic world, and most of our views were pretty consistent as far as philosophy went, so I was comfortable sharing the experience with him, though I hadn't met him previously.

The third guy was Adam, I didn't come up with a special nickname for him, He was staring at me for alot of the trip and didn't talk about his feelings much.

So before anyone tripped the angel asked to smoke alone on the balcony, because he had never actually been to hyperspace yet.
I loaded up 100 milligrams of pure dmt on top of some changa, and put more changa on top of that, this batch of changa isn't all that strong.
I advised him that someone should probably be there to comfort him in his first hyperspace trip, and that I would be glad to sit quietly and not speak unless spoken to, so we went out on the balcony and the angel took a deep hit after a few minutes of meditation, he took another about a minute later and came back from hyperspace about eleven minutes later. He was asking me how much time was left the whole time, and seemed sort of confused and slightly terrified, I told him "just remember, it's only a trip" and he calmed down a bit, when he came back he told me he'd had a vision that the house we were in would be raided in the near future, he later decided it may have been a notion he had been dwelling on, part of the reason he wanted to do it alone.
So we sat for a minute as he reoriented and then went back inside.

When we went back upstairs the angel just layed down, and didn't talk to anyone. I told them he didn't really want to share his trip at the moment, and everyone left him alone.

While the angel was laying down, I loaded up 30 more mg of dmt on the spice ship and let adam take two big hit's and lay back, and then the jester took a hit and blasted off in one hit, he was good at not burning it and the pipe was saturated.

Then I took a small hit, which i will admit was irrisponsible, but I felt the vibes were so good that we could all partake, there was dubstep in the background at first, with all kinds of lights flashing and artwork all over the walls, and while I was painting I decided I wanted to go all the way after the others came back from hyperspace, so I waited until they were done explaining the reverberation of everything.

I then took one huge hit, and felt my body relax and begin to melt, The dubstep was mixing into a slurry of beautiful tones. I felt as if I was dissolving into a puddle on the floor. I felt like my body was completely shutting down and I saw little nuances of traces behind my eyelids, then I came back to life and said "Oh my god! This is it, it's all exactly the same!" I was back in the same world, the dubstep vibrating the walls and the entire room, everybody looking at me, laughing, sending vibes of happiness about my feeling, while I was writhing around on the floor having the most astonishing and empowering and terrifying and sexual and beautiful experience of my life, all attention was on me and I started talking about the powers of the universe, what I knew in that moment to be true, and everything around was melting into a constant flow of energy, but I was still in that room, everything was so joyous, we were all connected and synchronized it seemed, nothing could go wrong.

We went on smoking changa and dmt in low doses for about an hour, and all ended up getting paper from my sketch pad and drawing with markers and pastels.

I rendered a very amazing painting, at least it was very amazing while I was in hyperspace and the lights were constantly changing the colors of the pastel and the art itself.





Now that I've gotten all the beginning details out of the way, I talked to the angel for a while about concepts such as duality and polarity, and shared the bowl with him while the jester went back to hyperspace. when the angel came back, I felt the need to ask the sober person in the corner if she was okay, quietly reading a book to herself in the corner, and I asked her if I could stare into her soul, right after a big hit of dmt.
She consented and I stared into her eyes for what might have been a minute, give or take, and I felt like I was picking her apart and dissolving her boundaries, I sensed that she didn't really want such an invasion so I looked away and broke the connection, I apologized but she ensured me it was okay, she had just been under the impression that I was going to try to make out with her or something.

at some point the angel disappeared and Adam fell asleep, It was just me, the jester, and the sober girl reading and watching from the corner.

I then decided that the jester and I could travel together, while staring in each others eyes, so we locked hands and I took the first hit of a bowl I freshly packed, We maintained eye contact because the bowl cheeried and all we had to do was pass it back and forth, his face began to dissolve and we both began laughing as hyperspace overcame us. I believe we both existed together in hyperspace at that point for a moment the world changed but the connection remained between our eyes and hands, everything was flowing but the essences of our souls, the eyes of the jester were morphing, turning into four eyes and back into two, and we had a conversation shortly in tongues. the song playing during all of this was divine moments of truth, because I thought it would be great.

After we came back we both took another small hit, it was 4:30 in the morning and we decided it was almost time to end this wondrous song and go to sleep, but first we wanted to travel, so while under the influence of a low dose of dmt, we packed up our dmt, grabbed our cell phones and a gallon of lemonade, and headed out.
We walked across the main street in town, because he lived right on the main street, and we walked for maybe 5 minutes before we didn't know where we were anymore, surrounded by concrete structures and everything seemed so massive and endless, it seemed like we were walking through an actual hyperspace almost, trying to find a place to trip.

We found a place to trip in a big clearing, and when we sat down the jester pulled a very fragrant and interesting plant down and begin sniffing it, I sniffed it and figured it smelled so clean and pure that I had to snatch some up and take it back from hyperspace with us.

We then packed the bowl, while semi trucks left a nearby building for work, and we waited for them all to pass.

Then we locked hands and initiated "the flow" staring in eachothers eyes. The jester took the first hit this time, and we both shut down.

This next part is going to sound very odd, and I understand any skepticism people may have toward this story.

I felt a rush of frost, the coldest I've ever been, freezing to the core. The jester blew out a plume of thick frosty vapor, the whole world seemed to go dead cold and I felt the need to run away, I got up and said "Dude, What is that cold? do you feel that?" and he said "yes" and I said "what is it man?" literally terrified and so cold that I didn't even believe I could move, and the jester said "Just let it flow, do not tense up" and I relaxed a bit I asked "Is this death?" he said "maybe the concept." I asked "well should we lay down and die?" and the jester said "no, we should not." So we began walking around through hyperspace, so we could go home to wrap up in blankets and melt off to sleep.

The space we walked through was so vast and expansive, and there were several translucent buildings towering above the real ones. Like an expanse extending to the heavens and the stars, several towers of babel.

We made it home safe somehow and I pulled the plant matter out of my pocket and realized that the house itself seemed like a great gnome dwelling, a place to reside in privacy and comfort, and I smelled the plant and was so glad I brought it back from hyperspace, and that it didn't mysteriously vanish. I packed yet another bowl of dmt and changa and put a few small pieces of the plant on top, savoring the very astringent taste, the jester and Once again stared into each others eyes and then the jester lay down and dissolved, I witnessed his rebirth as he felt it, and I kept whispering things to him about his rebirth, telling him how happy I was for him and expressing my joy, and he came back and felt great, but then he vomited intensely, for a period of several minutes and I feared that I had poisoned him with the plant we brought back, that everyone was sleeping and we were really going to die, but he said he was ok, and I began laughing and cooing with joy.



Then I stretched out and went to sleep, while the jester cleaned up his vomit and then took a shower, wondering what was real and what was not.


The end.

Thanks for reading.

I love you.

Hmm. So first off I would like to ask why you are giving 100mg with changa on top to anyone, let alone a first time user? Granted it sounds like you are smoking it from a pipe, that is still way too much.

Secondly, I am a little concerned about the fact you were blasting off right near a busy main street especially with no sober sitter. This is the kind of action that gets people seriously injured or killed.

Last but not least, it is probably not a good idea to be mixing MAOI with random plant material you haven't identified. What if it was poisonous? You very well could have sent you and your friend to the ER.

Please be responsible. Health and Safety

What did you actually get out of this experience? Are you out to learn something with DMT or are you just in it for the special effects?

I understand it was irresponsible, but to call it a fail would be to negate the journey of the entire experience, and discount the importance that had occured.

The angel did not smoke his whole dose, I just wanted to make sure he got a good hyperspace blast, he wan't a first time user, just had never been all the way, due to the really low quality of spice he had been getting his hands on, he just couldn't break through.


Is sage an maoi? I guess it was rather unintelligent of me to mix my changa up with sage without knowing much about sage in the first place, let alone the plant matter pictured that I could not identify.



Life isn't all about learning, it can be about whatever you make it about, I have had some crazy learning experiences from dmt, no matter how much this experimentation was a danger to both the jester and I, something felt so right once we got into the trip, and traveling to a physical hyperspace seemed possible for a moment.


I got alot out of these experiences, I felt completely synchronized with the jester for about the last two hours of our experience, after we locked eyes.


I'm just saying that the concept that one cannot simply low dose and share the marvels of the universe with fellow travelers doesn't click with me, we had sober people in the house, but the jester and I outlasted everyone and were left to our own regards.

Of course, noone was really designated as an official trip sitter after I took that first hit.


The thing that surprised me most was that it was all very fun and exciting, like a festive ball of flowing joy, up until we were watching the trucks and everything went cold.



I want to find out what that plant I found is, and why it smells so potent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xwI-r0dPnQ

LOL

but yeah that was pretty risky you're lucky you're fine

I'm lucky dmt allowed me to return from wherever we went, really, we were gonna lay down and let the frost overcome us.

Is it possible for one to die from just the sheer will power to quit. Just stop existing?

I'm lucky for alot of things, and normally I definitely WOULD have thought such a thing would go horribly wrong. There were so many opportunities I saw for walking outside while tripping with my pocket impregnated with dmt, waiting for a cop to observe us stumbling into the distance, but the parallel whispers seemed to say it would all be okay.

Sometimes so many feelings conflict, that knowing the right thing to do goes out the window.

Definitely should have had a reliable sitter, as I was not very reliable, I always want to blast off when I see others blasting off.

Thanks for adding the disclaimer to your original post, but smoking random found plants just because they have an aromatic smell is about the dumbest thing I can imagine. Your entire report is full of immature and irresponsible actions. I honestly don't think you're in any position to responsibly introduce anyone. To put yourself out there indoctrinating people in this manner just isn't a good thing for our community.



Again, this speaks to maturity, and if this is something you don't possess, you have no business introducing anyone to DMT.

Somethings not being done correctly as far as method of delivery if you have to load 100mg of freebase with the addition of changa also. You should only have to use a third of that for a strong experience.

And 2 grams over the course of the night!? To each their own, but that's a huge waste of spice imo. If you wanted something that lasted throughout the night and was mellow/mid level you could have taken a solid dose of oral maoi, then smoked tiny bits throughout and you woulda used WAY less spice and would have had great effects throughout the night.

That's good advice tattvamasi, I've never tried an maoi with my dmt, or done aya or anything but vaporized it with weed or sage.

I do like going to hyperspace and staying for longer, it gets gentler and I bring more back after a while, like doing a second hyperspace dose after the first seems to help put things in order...


And for others, I did not introduce anyone to dmt last, the only people I've given first time doses to were my mother and her best friend, and I actually sat and watched them, because they weren't used to psychedelics, I just got to feeling really comfortable in the situation, because the vibes were all so positive.

This doesn't justify anything of course, it's just what happened.

And nobody smoked 100 mg in one single trip, we'd always come back for a while and talk till the aura started to fade and then either blast off again or take another low dose hit, there was just always plenty in the bowl so I didn't have to re pack it every five minutes.


Regardless nobody freaked out or got hurt, and there is now one more person that knows hyperspace, and two more people who got to know hyperspace alot better. Regardless of the irrisponsibility on my part, none of these people regret the experience, quite the opposite actually, they all thanked me for an experience I shouldn't have been thanked for, because they esentially took themselves there, I did not pretend to be a guru or a shaman, or give them a sense that I knew everything.

"I am but an infant"

and I let them know that. I don't understand any of it, though I've been to hyperspace and experienced that song more than I can count, I still realize that I KNOW nothing.

Death doesn't exist, and is just a concept, if my views or actions are not welcome in the community, I understand that, and do not hold it against anyone for advising me so strongly against such dangerous things.

But walking through life is dangerous, waking up and stepping out of bed in the morning is dangerous, and your vessel could die down at any moment, death is just around the corner, now matter how far away it exists.

Of course, I got scared and ran when it decided to embrace me.

I'm sorry, but this type of irresponsible use can only harm the community and other peoples' perceptions of it.

I beg you, please don't ever use it in this way again.

You're right thisformihold.

Changing the perceptions people have that are already scared of and oppose entheogens in a negative way is probably one of the main reasons they remain illegal, the paper would love to geth their hands on a story like "Two young men die in a clearing under the influence of the HORRIBLE MONSTER JUNKIE DRUG: DMT" and I totally understand your view there, by doing this to the unaccepting community I potentially put everyone in the community at risk of losing good sources of dmt.


I'm sorry I am so selfish.

For knowing nothing, you make pretty bold assertions.

You have been quite lucky, but if you keep thinking like that you won't be lucky for very long. Please think about this, and don't mistake your beliefs and desires for facts.

You're really missing the point here.

Death does in fact exist - and if you push the boundaries too far in this life or act in too stupid a fashion, you can find out in a heartbeat what a real concept it is. You acted recklessly, carelessly and stupidly - not only with your own life, but with other peoples' as well - and that is never, ever cool. Now you're patting yourself on the back for facilitating the experience, but you had your friend puking from smoking some mystery plant that you found by the roadside. God knows how an maoi might have further complicated things.

edit;


WTF

Exactly. It's okay. Lesson learned I hope. Realize that you are part of a much bigger community that puts a lot value in such a beautiful gift. Not to mention everyone risking their own asses just to obtain and partake in it. We don't take this substance lightly. It is a powerful gift. Please treat it with the respect and reverence it deserves.

"I'm lucky dmt allowed me to return from wherever we went, really, we were gonna lay down and let the frost overcome us."



As if DMT allowed you to do anything. No, YOU did this to yourself..you are just lucky that your stupidity did not kill you, and that by chance the mystery plant you found randomly and tried to smoke was either not toxic enough to kill you or you did not get enough of it in your to kill you.

DMT allowing you to return is a silly explaination for this scenario.

What is death? is it the vessels that dies or the very essence of the soul? is it your consciousness that ceases to exist or just the vessel that decays? is sitting and waiting for the coldness to overtake you the real feeling of death, or a self constructed event in my mind that the jester and I happened to share completely in synchronicity? does my friend exist? do I exist? do you exist? are we a part of god or apart from god? are we all one or all alone? is it all the same? does any of it matter? does this life matter? what is the point of what created existance, where did consciousness originally root itself, is anything we percieve in this world EVER accurate? how heavily saturated with dmt is your brain during any natural quirky psychedelic experiences one might have? is anything solid? or have we just concieved concepts like solids liquids and gasses as a way to make sense of the density of coding that holds everything together? is there coding that holds anything together, What is inside of a quark? if everything exists, doesn't nothing have to exist as well?


Thanks for calling me out too vodsel. That's one thing that has really struck me, and I do tend to question it's validity quite often, I state things as facts when I shouldn't, and so do others, like Uncle Knucles, who seems to know that I am stupid,and to KNOW that death exists, but seems not to understand that stupidity and immaturity exists in all of us. of course, saying that nobody KNOWS anything, would require me to assume that I knew something.



Finding a group of people who were fully willing to share that experience with me last night was the most accepted I've ever felt by anyone, everyone so lacked the ability to constantly judge one another that it was a good environment for the enlightening expansion that occured. Having people to help me solidify some of the things I've perceived alone was wonderful as well.


I suppose you all think I'm retarded, and I'm guessing you will all continue to let me view how wrong I am, without any appreciation for the experience that I undertook. That's cool, as I suppose the experience was something only the jester and I could appreciate.

I'll continue to view your remarks and judgements on my level of irresponsibility and lack of self control, as well as my selfishness through the act.

I'll continue to read these things and realize that everyone one the nexus is just learning from this "mistake" and not taking the experience into account at all.


By the way, Jamie, the mystery plant wasn't smoked before the near death experience, of course, you didn't bother to read it thoroughly, we don't even know if it was the plant that made the jester sick, he thought it was the thickness of the last hit he took that caused it, which would explain why I had no ill effects, but the plant on top did seem to do a little something odd.
I guess dmt allowing me to return was a silly way of putting it, because it was the jester confirming that we shouldn't just lay down and die that had us running from that frost. I was so urgent about leaving, and he wanted to lay and embrace the cold. I've gotten cold on a trip before, but we were literally expelling plumes of frosty vapor when we breathed. Before that we couldn't see our breath at all.


I guess I might get banned for this post, being that everything about it is irresponsible and threatens the sanctity of this community.
I just feel like letting someone drive home after 3 alcoholic beverages would have had far more disastrous possibilities than us crossing the street on a low dose of changa.

and as far as the plant thing, It's definitely something I won't try again, smoking it at least, I'd still like to identify it though.

"stupid irresponsible child got the notion that the plant was sacred and clean just because he was tripping on dmt, what a stupid, stupid, very irresponsible child, obviously his experience was tainted with irresponsibility and therefore held no real value, and was completely negative in every way, this stupid irresponsible child should probably off himself before he does any more damage to our sacred, scared community."- some people.

I'm not criticizing your experiences. I'm criticizing the means by which you choose to attain them. No doubt your experiences were powerful and thought-provoking, and I don't think I or anyone would downplay them or their meaning to you and the jester. But I don't think you should be surprised that perhaps we focused on the means rather than the effects, as to outsiders of the experience that is what stands out to us.

It sounds like you have some weighty philosophical questions to ponder. Take the next two weeks away from the nexus to discuss in depth with the jester.