First Official Trip Report: (I tried that Report Template but found it needlessly complicated. The details will come in the telling)
This is from my last time with DMT about a month ago. I took a few shots of caapi about 15 minutes prior to smoking. I never weigh a smoked dose, just splash a liberal dose on the device. This night I opted out of the GVG and loaded the bong instead, which allows me to take in more DMT in a shorter amount of time (the bong is replacing the GVG--actually I just bought a Zong just for DMT). The following is out of order because I never just smoke DMT once during a trip, I smoke all night, and tonight was no different, and hence I originally wrote it down the next day in my journal in a random smattering of recalled events, and present it the same way:
It felt as if I were re-stitching my DNA, making connections, upgrades, around my eyes especially, like a sort of ethereal surgery were taking place . . . The Most Holy Moment:I was lying down and I began to relax, part by part, letting go, breathing very, very slowly, feeling every aspect of my body, rolling my awareness around, training the awareness. Then a stillness of profound proportions engulfed me as I continued to relax my entire being until I sort of "slipped out" of my body and floated between two planes. On the one side was me in bed, but on the other, connected via a straight line that flowed out of my solar plexus at a 45 degree angle (very specifically remember this) and connected to Something on the other side that I cannot remember. There I existed in perfect stillness, floating between these two planes, connected with a line, and I only wish I had the words to describe the peace of living between breaths . . . I felt as if I'd made a great discovery and could train myself via meditation to go back there without DMT (I've been practicing to no avail thus far).
The next awesome highlight: It was like I was being tugged and pulled and tickled, like something was trying to gently pull me out of my body, or just say "hello". I got the distinct impression that it was my mother (who died when I was a kid) and started laughing because it was a soul tickle . . .
At points it I felt like a fish out of water, flopping between worlds, trying to go back to The Holy Moment place.
I was downloaded with huge amounts of information that I have no idea how to access; it was literally beamed down and I had trouble containing it all, it felt as though I would explode . . .
So that's straight from my journal. Obviously one of those "had to be there" nights that words will never do justice to, as you fellow nexians who've done your best to transcribe your own baffling encounters with DMT can attest.
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