My first extraction went well. The yield was a bit less than I had been hoping, but still - there it was, the grail in white-crystal robes. I had had it before, two years ago exactly to the day before, yellow crystals that I used in what I now know to be a highly inefficient method; still, I had a strong enough experience to think I knew. I had no idea.

40 milligrams in the Vapor Genie. I spent a few moments collecting myself, calming my innate mammalian fear of this most extraordinary experience that my ancestors back to the first hairy Synapsid had never had access to, not even in their wildest imaginings was this part of their world. I melted the stuff down into the many screens I had pressed into the bowl of The Magnificent Device, and tasted on the back of my tongue that taste that I can only describe as sultry. Inhalation. I felt the vapor filling me, warm vapor, sultry vapor. I was picking up speed before I even finished the hit but kept pulling and pulling until the point that my lungs were full of the satiating vapor. The flame was the first thing to change, not form - gestalt. And then...

For some reason I was expecting straight lines, but was greeted by a symphony of mushy, goopy, almost slimy green and yellow and blue and purple lines. There were beings - male and female - dancing in that ever-delightful jittering way that you all know. They seemed to be made of what appeared to be green-and-blue lines in the shape of the human nervous system, and they had no heads to speak of. The were ON me, like they were overjoyed to have me over for a visit after these long two years. I felt such joy, and was struck by this wonderful feeling of "why was I so afraid? what was there to fear from this? I exclaimed "I had NO IDEA!!", at which point I began to speak in glossolalia which in turn became "The Tone". You all know the one, Dennis McKenna's trip at La Chorrera. I had up till then usually only done "The Tone" with mushrooms, but it just came pouring out of me. "The Tone" was causing the visuals to change their form and color, somewhat like passing sound vibrations through water, achieving finally a crystalline form that was constructing-and-deconstruction itself again and again. At some point, I realized how loud the bizarre sound that was coming from my vocal chords was, and stopped, at which things began to slow down.

I slowly opened my eyes, finding the dark outside perfectly meshed with the forms that were dancing across my retina. The ground was covered in a reticulating pattern of neon green and silvery wisps. I looked at the tree in front of me to find it arrayed like the edges of a jewel without the jewel. Slowly slowly, things returned - although it lasted much longer than I thought it would - to 'normal', but I had been filled with the strongest desire to clean up my life and heal all the broken parts that I have been destroying. I left the scene only after bowing to the beings, the Spice, the earth and all of existence, saying "Thank you. I love you. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.



(P.S. - Tonight I took Pharmahuasca for the first time (97 mg DMT, ~200 mg harmalas) and then took a hit of what was melted into the screens of the VG... hands down double plus normal vaporized freebase! But the best part of it was this - after breaking though to the "Velvety Wall of Jittering Particles" and being totally enchanted by it, I opened my eyes and looked over at my wife... and the DMT pattern was all over her face! She was resplendent, a veritable incarnation of the goddess, and at that moment I realized that She is the one thing more beautiful than DMT, and that I have been such a fool for not holding every moment that we have together in the same regard as the Spice... Thank you DMT for helping me to see so clearly, so poignantly the radiance of this Woman so close to my heart. And the patterns on her skin were the adornments of paradise and the mark of the blessed)

Very nice. Eloquent and touching. I especially liked how it helped you to appreciate your wife- I have had a similar insight after smoking Changa and looking at my wife. It's all too easy to forget and take those we love for granted. The beauty and fascination with the visuals pales in comparison to the wisdom we can receive while our egos are down, allowing us a deeper connection and appreciation of our loved ones.

Concise, articulate and insightful. loved it!