PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: A bit nervous.
(physical condition) Set: Good.
Setting (location): In my house with my wife baby sitting.
time of day: Late Evening.
recent drug use: Cannabis
last meal: Broccoli Cheese Soup and Garden Salad was consumed three hours prior.

PARTICIPANT
Gender: Male
body weight: ~68 kg or 150 lbs.
known sensitivities: None
history of use: Experienced with psychedelics and dmt, first time with oral dmt.

BIOASSAY
Substance(s): Syrian Rue, DMT freebase, Cannabis.
Dose(s): 3g of Syrian Rue, 50mg of DMT, and two hits of Cannabis.
Method of administration: Syrian Rue was ground into a fine powder and encapsulated. Attempted to dissolve DMT in a glass of diet coke to convert to DMT phosphate but the larger clumps did not go into solution so I drank it as is. Cannabis was vaporized.

EFFECTS[/u]
Administration time:
T=0:00 Consumed 2g of Syrian Rue.
T=0:30 Consumed 1g of Syrian Rue and 50mg of DMT.
T=1:00 Consumed two hits of Cannabis.
Duration: 3 hours.
First effects: Initial feeling from the Rue was felt at T=0:30, Cannabis felt immediately after consumption, first alerts from DMT felt at T=2:00 (an hour and a half after it was consumed).
Peak: T=2:30 - T=4:30
Come down: T=4:30
Baseline: Fell asleep.

Intensity (overall): 2
Evaluation / notes: Some psychedelic tolerance was at play. Effects went beyond my expectations.

OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 2
Implesantness: 2
Visual Intensity: 1


AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 2 ; comedown was pretty rough, a lot of nausea; thirty minutes
Afterglow: 3 ; the experience helped me to solidify a lot of ideas and explore new ones ; indefinite?


REPORT
2 grams of ground and encapsulated Syrian Rue was consumed with another 1 gram of Rue and 50mg of DMT partially dissolved in diet coke following half an hour later. A half an hour after that two hits of vaporized Cannabis was consumed in hopes of killing any potential nausea.

I was already feeling pretty good by this point. No alerts yet from the DMT but the Cannabis and Rue had put me into a nice relaxed state. I talked with my wife, played with my pod poi, and hoped to have a nice mellow night. A cold pancake from breakfast was consumed at some point along with quite a bit of water.

First alerts began about an hour and a half after consumption of DMT, mostly that crawling tryptamine feeling in the head but slight flower patterning on walls and amplification of light sources in our bedroom from pupil dilation. This was already more than I expected due to psychedelic tolerance (I had taken DOC two days prior and a large dose of 2c-e about a week before that). I was still able to move and dance with my poi but energy levels started to fall off. Eventually I sat down.

Peak effects began at this point, two hours after initial consumption. Sat on the floor talking to my wife and staring at the wall. Noticed that when my thoughts became anxious entity presence would appear out of the patterns on the wall. When thoughts remained calm, warm, and loving, attention focused more on my wife and our conversation. My wife asked me how I was feeling at which I stopped, paused, and replied, 'loved'. Definite open eye visuals at this point though still subtle and only appearing when I would relax and stare at the floor, wall, or other textured surfaces. These appear as streams of rainbow lettering on the floor and breathing pastel flower patterns on the walls. Unable to distinguish much in the way of smoother textures though, forcing that plasticy appearance on non-textured surfaces.

My wife brings up the recent death of James Gandolfini casually and my thoughts turn to death and with that the fear creeps in. Visuals become anxious, threatening, confining, losing their warmth and color. I say to my wife that I remembered now my intentions for this expedition, to explore my fear under the lens of DMT so I can see it in a new light. She asks if I'm okay and I reply that I will be. I decide to sit with my fear and explore it. Closing my eyes I sink into a visionary state.

I see a pattern before me, a shifting wall of pink geometry. A pattern I've seen many times before with smoked DMT but slowed down and colored a bit more warmly than usual. The pattern is friendly and comforting. I see a thin light at the top of my field of view. I recognize the light from past experiences, but have never managed to go into it, I want to go into the light, explore it, and understand it. I swim towards it, through the darkness and find myself at a membrane that I can't push through. There's a barrier between me and the light. I recognize that the light is love, a conclusion I've come to after seeing it before. I realize that the membrane is my feeling of unworthiness and that I don't need to get into the light but rather let it into the darkness.

The light begins to expand, slowly, gracefully, it spills into the darkness. Behaving like you'd expect a liquid too, like a yellow and green water moving slowly into a pool of darkness. Respectfully it comes, not with a crash but with gentle, loving, tenderness. As the light washes over me I realize that the light is God's love and that God loves me but then I realize that it's not God's love and approval that I seek but my own and the light transforms into a golden eyeball that expands and casts its light over me. And I realize that I am that light. I am my own beacon of self-worth and self-acceptance and have been all along. The light was never God, it was always me.

I come out of my trance with a smile on my face and relate my experience to my wife. I spend the rest of the night talking to her and enjoying the psychedelic headspace. I slip into another visionary state and watch as everything is in a constant state of change. I feel some nausea from this change and I want it to do something else at which point I ask myself, 'like what, stop?'. At which point I laugh and tell my wife again about what I just experienced to let her in on the joke. She tells me she's very tired so she puts on some Simpsons to get to sleep and I go use the bathroom (which I get stuck in for about twenty minutes, staring at the walls, contemplating my intolerance of fan sounds, and listening to the acoustics as the bathroom fan sound echoes off the bathroom tub, making it sing).

I go back to bed and I lay in bed for another hour or so exploring the corridors of my mind. Finding aspects of myself, confronting them, attempting to learn from them, who they are, what they're doing, trying to appreciate the underappreciated aspects of myself.

Eventually I come down and begin to feel very nauseous. I decide to get up, eat another pancake (which is hard due to nausea), and drink some water. I settle back in and drift off to sleep, a half eaten pancake laying on my chest.

Overall the experience was very pleasant if a bit unexpected. I didn't think I'd drift in and out of visionary states so easily on such a low dose and definitely not with the tolerance I had going into it. This was my test dose though, first time experience with oral DMT, and I'm glad I started small. I can imagine that 100 or 150mgs without any tolerance could have been quite overwhelming for me.

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