Hello everyone. Thanks for building such a wonderful community. I have been a long time lurker, and learned so so much from this forum.
A quick background without giving too much away:
18-35 male, long interested in psychedelics and psychoactives in general due to early adoption of the internet and subsequent discovery of erowid. As a teen I devoured everything on that website, and was (happily) the one holding the torch of knowledge among my curious and adventurous friend group.. I knew the doses, the duration, techniques to work through bad (and good) experiences. I knew it all!
...then, years later, after years of reading, I extracted some DMT and smoked it in pipe on my bed...
I know nothing!
My first experience stays with me, as I'm sure is the case for most of you. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, with a little sandwich of weed and spice ready to go. I hit it, exhaled. Hit it again, exhaled. Oh shit. I hear Terence's nerdy little voice (I can say this as I sound the same).. "Take the third hit!!".. I hit it again, exhaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
The content of this experience has long been forgotten, but the tail end will stay with me forever: I am awash in a psychedelic ocean, and I can hear a tone, a guttural "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" which is slowly bringing me back to reality.
"What is this noise?"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH" like a didgeridoo or a throat singer...
"I'm coming back WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH"...
as I re-enter my body and this reality, I realise it was me making the noise all along! I was sitting in the same spot on my bed, gurgling this baritone gibberish until I stopped. I laughed. Laughed and laughed and laughed. "It's impossible! It cannot be!"
After that experience I had a few misfires while figuring out the best way to ingest it. These actually frustrated me quite a bit, and I can remember the feeling of disappointment, "cockblocked from hyperspace". I eventually worked through my 1g-ish of extracted material, with only the first breakthrough experience to really go back to, but that served as wonderful anchor memory that helped me through some dark times.
Unfortunately, dark times would plague me for a few years after that. Life happened, things got bad. I stopped using psychedelics, which was a pretty good decision looking back on it, and began abusing cannabis. This spiraled for a few years before I made a drastic life change, moved back to my home country and started anew. My mental health is great now, thankfully, and I greet each day (or try to) with happiness. Things are good!
Since then, I've been blessed to share many experiences with my father. He and I have always been very close, and his independent interest in DMT meant we were about to get a lot closer. We lived together for a time. I explained all I knew about extraction, and we went for it. Since then he and I have shared about 5 or 6 experiences together. It's a beautiful thing. He had his own demons, as we all do, but I am so proud of him for his outlook on life. I hope I can be as happy as he is when I'm his age. My username actually comes from a recent experience we had. Spontaneous speech has been a key part of all my experiences, and the last time I was babbling "Life is a gift. Love [Father's name]. Love [Girlfriend's name]. Love yourself. Love your body. Never forget that life is a gift. Never forget something something." The last line still has me in stitches of laughter.
Personally, I am a plant science student. That is my area of interest. I am trying to infiltrate academia and research why DMT is so prevalent in plants, and what is its function. These are my main motivations. I'm a bit older than most students, and probably a bit too corrupted by the mystery to be a real scientist, but I'm gonna give it a whirl. If I can spend my time in this reality studying the most fascinating compound, and possibly get paid for it, I would be pretty happy and feel like I was getting away with something. Learning how to make better food and medicine is a nice backup motivation.
I'm going to stop typing now. I have many more past experiences to share, and hope to have more in the future, but for now I will say thanks for reading if you made it this far. Love to you all.
Never forget that life is a gift.
Never forget something something...