Hello everyone. I have decided to write up some trip reports from some of my older DMT trips. I'm doing this for a couple reasons...#1 my own remembrance, #2 I would like to know what some of you think, #3 im kindof bored.
The following happened in the fall of 2011. It was a very strange, difficult time of my life for me. I believe this is one of the more "important" trips I have had. The first part of the report is about the mushrooms, but the DMT will come into play later.
I find myself at a get-together of some friends at one of their houses. Most of them I am only loosely affiliated with, but my closer friend L is there. I have an ounce of mushrooms that I grew in my backpack. Well, time to start dispensing the candy. I hand out mushrooms to whoever feels like eating them. I really want L to eat some with me, and she had said earlier that she would. But she backs out because she can't stand the taste of them...so I eat some on my own...she tells me that if I eat a bunch she will do DMT with me another time.
So I munch a bunch of shrooms. Nom nom. For whatever reason, they do not kick in quickly at all. I spend the next 2.5 hours just sitting on the couch, not feeling anything at all. I feel tired and actually doze off for a while. Others are outside but I do not feel like joining them. For some reason, Clockwork Orange is playing on the television. A couple people are tripping out to this fucked up movie, and they turn it off. One of the girls outside I gave mushrooms to is having a mindblowing trip -- she is amazed by all the colors and can only describe it as "beautiful". I feel a sense of pride. I created what she is experiencing.
It comes time to go. Ironically, the mushrooms are starting to kick in now. Almost 3 hours after I took them.
MOD EDIT..THE DMT NEXUS DOES NOT SUPPORT DRIVING WHILE INTOXICATED..PLEASE READ THE FRUM RULES!!!!!!!!!! We stop to get some food, and while we're in the drive-through an undercover cop pulls over a guy infront of me. I feel a sense of danger, but it does not affect me. I get a strange feeling that the employees in this McDonald's are pissed off. Almost as if I can feel their emotions.
Anyway, I get her home and finally make it back to my house after what seems like an eternity. Now, the mushrooms are really starting to kick my ass. Literally. It feels like I am being attacked by some psychic force. All of these negative thoughts and emotions, flowing through me, but they do not feel like my own. I make it to my room, but I cannot lie down or sit still. Whatever is happening to me, it is overwhelming. My body makes odd movements in dramatic fashions...I am being punched, kicked, slammed to the ground constantly by whatever this is. I try to walk, but go down on one knee instead, reliving past events in my mind...not too long ago I had to get surgery on my knee for a torn ACL. This is pure insanity...it feels like its coming from an outside source, as if I were being attacked by some hostile being.
I realize that I need to do something to break this. I make it to the computer chair and put on some music...Becoming Insane by Infected Mushroom. The quirky psychedelic beat eases me a bit while I pull out a pre-measured capsule of 50mg DMT. Jerkily but as carefully as I can I sandwich the DMT between layers of mullein in my DMT pipe. I restart the song and go to sit on the bed.
Normally I feel fear and anxiety before smoking DMT. This time I feel nothing. No anticipation, no fear, no anxiety, no excitement. Nothing. I draw in the mullein smoke and the DMT begins to vaporize. I get the sudden feeling that I'm smoking crack...a crack fiend hitting a crack pipe. It's very amusing in my mind. I take an unknown number of hits, I think at least 3, but I don't finish the bowl before it starts and I lay back.
It is like I have inhaled pure love and ecstasy. Right as I have finished inhaling I have reached a peak in the song -- "BECOMING INSANE, BECOMING INSANE, BECOMING INSANE!" This makes me laugh uncontrollably, but I am not laughing aloud because I'm too incapacitated -- but rather it is perceived as an incredible feeling of joy inside my soul. My body feels like I have just shot up pure MDMA. All the pain and negativity that I was just feeling, all the hostility is wiped away and gone. This is incredible. Why was I ever afraid of you, oh Dimethylated Goddess of love and power. I am flying through time and space, sitting on a flowing magic carpet made of pure energy. There are entities with me, but I cannot know who or what they are, only that they are guiding me. The magic carpet that I'm on flies through all time and space, incredible ribbons of color flowing through me, wiping away everything. So much beauty. So much beauty..
I come out of this incredible psychedelia and sit up. What happens next was very unexpected. I lift up my right arm, and all of a sudden a massive jolt of energy flows through it uncontrollably...I cannot describe how strong it was, but it overcame me. To an outsider, it would have looked like my right arm was having a seizure. It feels as if pure ephemeral power is flowing uncontrollably through my right arm, a force that I cannot control, but so natural. I am strengthened. My entire being is improved, through this, I will create, and I will destroy. The seizure in my arm stops. All I can say is "Wow." What else could I say?
The DMT trip is over, but I'm still tripping on the mushrooms. I lay down in bed and put on Conditions of my Parole by Puscifer. I listen to the album a few times before drifting off to sleep. In my dreams, the Lateralus eye from Tool is tattooed on my right arm...but it is alive, blinking at me, and I'm staring back in awe.
Thanks for reading.
