Here's the story about my first day with DMT.
The first day I was able to finally experiment with DMT was almost three weeks ago, after using Cyb's Salt Tek to extract about 1.5g of some beautiful yellow full-spec out of 100g of MHRB, over the course of a few days. To vaporize, I used an AVS Molecule 22 with the AVS Oct-Coils and the bubbler to accompany it. The mod was a VooPoo Drag 2 (TCR - 20W, SS, 345F) but that's not important to the real story. First hit was very low, 5-10mg. Lights on, mild visuals, felt a bit of body high. Second hit was about 20mg, lights on, great body high and getting some great visuals, even with my eyes open (I remember seeing a smiling Cheshire Cat) - but wow, I'm really getting somewhere with this new-to-me compound and I'm definitely dialing in the M22. Third hit I was going for gold, breakthrough time...
It was well past dark outside and I wanted the experience to include no artificial light. All lights were shut off in the house to prepare. A bit of light still trickled in the window from the moon, perfect. I laid down on my couch with about 55mg in the bucket, directly on the coils. I remember getting comfortable on the couch and giving the mod a couple quick taps to do the oft-recommended pre-melt, waiting a moment, and then taking several deep breaths with my eyes closed - I had a feeling I was about to embark on an amazing journey, so the butterflies were humming in my stomach. I remember everything feeling cozy, despite the jitters, right at this moment in time.
My thumb pressed the fire button, as if something else was controlling it. It didn't feel like a conscious decision. Wow. It was a huge hit and the taste was much stronger than the first two. The glass appeared to be clear of vapor, so to keep its balance, I set it down on a large wooden tray on the sectional portion of my couch. I was still holding in all the vapor.
As I held in the hit, I pushed the mod/bubbler away from me down the couch so I didn't bump with my who-knows-what's-about-to-happen logic. Curious, is the sensation, when you witness your arm stretch to eight feet long and begin to fracture into geometric shapes as you slide a tray away from you. What was next, curious doesn't even begin to describe. As I turned to lay on my back and regain comfort, with a soft cover on and a comfy pillow behind me, I remember my surroundings very quickly crystallized, despite the dim light. The TV attached to the wall and my ceiling fan were most prominent with the crystal effect than any others at this point until right around here in my experience. Within a few moments, after everything had completely crystallized, it hit me. KABOOM! Rocket ship to hyperspace! A wall of kaleidoscopic bright colors hit me like a out of control train.
I am sincerely sorry to report that I absolutely blacked out at this point, immediately after the kaleidoscopic train. Recalling what was next is a bit tricky - I remember sensing death and laying in a hospital bed of some sort while genderless and faceless white beings stood above me. These beings weren't necessarily doctors but I can recount the fact that they were benevolent healers and trying to help me. From here it turned a little bad as I saw my beautiful wife standing with the beings, looking down on me, and sobbing for me. With no words spoken from any of us, I knew she was sobbing because she wanted me to heal. I remember being conscious but unable to communicate whatsoever. I desperately tried to speak my wife but it was a fruitless effort. This is when I started weeping due to my complete inability to speak. I do not recall how long this lasted but initially I hated it. This went on for maybe 3-5 mins while I believe I was in and out of consciousness. After the entities disappeared and reality began to set in, my weeping subsided, I calmed down, and realized the message I was given. My wife cares for me more than I may realize and my troubles affect her more than I may realize, as well. She desires and needs me to heal, and I was able to see how much it affects her. My goal for myself, my wife, and my loved ones is to heal with their help. Their crying can stop but there is only so much they can do. I can't indefinitely use them as a crutch. The rest is up to me.
My health issues are clinically diagnosed C-PTSD and stemming from that, bipolar disorder. FYI, I am not currently, or even recently, on any meds that have negative interactions with DMT.
FWIW, I have zero plans to give up psychedelics. I am not interested in any other black market substances, aside from cannabis. Cannabis and I are experiencing a bit of a breakup. Think of it as a, "It's not you, it's me" kind of thing. I'd rather explore the relationship of mental health and psychedelics, good or bad, than to eliminate them from my life.
Was doing DMT a poor decision?Well, it went against most advice but the important message given to me was clear, so I don't have a good answer.
Will other people with similar conditions have a different experience? Yes, of course, or at least I imagine so. And others will likely have similar experiences.
In hindsight, do I regret it?Absolutely not. Will I do it it again? Yes, whenever I am ready, whenever that is. I will admit that I am a bit anxious to have a similar experience, but as the wiki here says, I am afraid but willing to face my fears.
My last thoughts on attempting again.Well, I have plenty of MHRB, enough for personal use for about as long as I would need. And YES, I do plan on revisiting this compound in the future with certain conditions:
1. I have reduced my mental health symptoms with a mix of therapy, meds, exercise, good habits, and to give more love to those that matter most to me. These diagnoses and meds have only happened in the last year and we are finally dialing it all in and some big improvements are happening.
2. Dosage. 55mg. Wow, that was a tad too much. I will use a dose significantly less that doesn't knock me unconscious - I'm thinking 30mg and moving up by 5mg increments from there.
3. Any med changes do not have negative interactions with DMT.
What do you all think of this? Did I make a bad decision? Do you truly believe I should drop DMT from my playbook altogether, despite mental health, therapy, and meds improvements? Frankly, I am a bit resistant to the idea of eliminating DMT out of my life altogether but I am happy to consider all viewpoints.
If you've read all the way this far, thank you for reading! I'm hoping to hear some great feedback from anyone willing to offer it. Inexperienced or not, what do you think?
“If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is the person who continues in his self-deception and ignorance who is harmed.”
― Marcus Aurelius