A few weeks ago, I would have been eager, nervous, and excited to try LSD for the first time, which became a reality for me yesterday evening. I had none of those feelings that I've just mentioned, and was underwhelmed by the whole experience. Was it fun? Of course. Would I do it again? Absolutely. Do I think I benefited from the experience? Yes. BUT it's not DMT. And yes that's obvious to me as it is to anyone who reads this, so I'll leave it at that. I can technically have DMT whenever I like, whether freebase or in mimosa-huasca or whatever, so in a way it leaves nothing to be desired. While tripping on LSD, I heated up some mimosa-huasca that I had made for a friend who just ended wrenching after one sip, and so DMT was ultimately the most exciting part of my LSD experience. My first experience with mimosa-huasca obliterated all of my previous drug experiences, and apparently it won't leave my subsequent experiences alone either.

I'm a bit confused by this thread. The title seems to imply that DMT might be "too much" for you, but you seem to be handling it well by the content of your post. What I'm getting out of this is that you're disappointed that DMT has set the bar so high that no other drug can hold a candle to it? If that's the case, and with such a supply of DMT, I don't see what there is to be upset about. Perhaps next time you take LSD you'll double your dose. The thing with LSD (and likewise with DMT) is that more often than not, doubling your dose doesn't merely double the strength of the effects, but it can completely change the character of the experience. I wouldn't give up so easily on all the other entheogens quite yet, but then again, perhaps you've simply found what works for you. I took LSD right before DMT and it was amazing, and I continued to imbibe in LSD regularly for a period, but I've come to realize that it might just not be my thing as I'm much more physically and emotionally and mentally comfortable with DMT in all of its forms (save potential nausea), and it's much more gentler on my soul.

Take a decently long break from DMT or otherwise learn to appreciate substances for what they are and not for how "good" they are. You have the memory of that intense *thwack* effect fresh in your mind and for as long as it's fresh in the mind you'll always find reasons to compare other substances to it. But you might get a bit more than you bargained for dude, other substances carry just as much potential to kick your ass as DMT - esp. acid. Getting "high" is a matter of varying the dosage, it doesn't really matter what substance it is.

My guess? Weak acid.

True, I spent a couple years dabbling with the local acid, and thought I knew what it was about. Then I got a hold of some stuff much stronger and WOW, total psychotic breakdown (didn't know it was stronger, hence the breakdown). I expected a mere increase of the effects, but a higher dosage totally changes the experience.

Perhaps search your intentions in what you want to get out of these experiences. For instance, I still find myself wanting to do psychedelics just to enjoy the weirdness and giddiness, which I think has an effect on the outcome. It's almost a materialistic urge, which I don't think the entheogenic spirits like very much. Now in more recent times I just clear my head, take them with no expectations, and just try to be aware of what happens.

What happened and how did you recover, if you don't mind sharing?

When you do psychedelics at high doses, you realize anything and everything is inter-changeable...the hallucinations you see on different levels of the experience are manifestations of your own consciousness....even the evil robot lord with a million eyes sticking its purple tongue out at you is a portion of You. If you can train yourself to let go of attachments, and perform the experience in a respectful manner, with no fear whatsoever, you will hit a point and totally wake up....it's all in the mind, man...when you realize you are Truly eternal, the ultimate Self-Knowing, then you may begin living as God consciously here on Earth....with a lot of extra work and tests, of course....what matters is if you turn on the faucet....you know water comes out of it....are you ready to get wet?

Could this be related to what you're saying here?

my guess is the OP just needs to get a little experience under his belt.

I'm glad this was thread was revived, because this is a discussion I was and still and am interested in having. I've been mulling it over and think I'll have a pass at rearticulating my original post. While the LSD blotted onto the paper tab was being absorbed sublingually, I had no expectations of what was to come or how I would feel. In jest--for lack of understanding the post--I turned on the faucet, water came out, and my hands got wet, and then I decided I'd rather I canonball into a swimming pool. I realize that if my mental approach to taking other psychedelics is to directly compare them to DMT, then I can psych myself out from fully immersing myself and let myself go into, for example, the wonderful world of LSD. I am inexperienced, very much so, but by the same token I had never tried LSD and had no frame of reference, and as DMT has taught me, you can't really ever be prepared for what's coming. So I didn't prepare and just let it happen, and when whatever happened happened, I was hardly aware it was happening. If I return to it in several weeks time further removed from my first DMT trip, I might better be able to appreciate it for what is, but as I recall I was laughing hysterically at juvenile things and thought that I had somehow figured everything out when in fact I don't think I figured anything out-and no, I'm not on LSD right now haha. Maybe my feelings have nothing to do with DMT and are terribly misplaced, and maybe I'd be left feeling differently if I'd dropped more and more potent LSD. So I'll keep my mind open about that, but certainly I'm not going to start triple-dosing LSD that I've procured from a complete stranger to get a similarly intense experience. I guess DMT has a lot going for it beyond the psychedelic knockout punch it packs, which is that it's duration is more easily controlled, it can be administered through different routes for variable effects, I know exactly what I'm taking and how much, and it doesn't seem to have potential for abuse or addiction. Then again, maybe I've just found what works for me.

Sounds about right

@ un-known-ome, I say take it to the next level and see what you think. Of course take the necessary precautions, have a reliable sitter, not sharp objects, yadda yadda. I probably wouldn't double the dose, but I know people that have (and tripled or even quadrupled) and they're fine now. Like I said, I've only ever had the one really strong trip, the others were all mild-medium. Of course its all subjective. I took 4 hits of white blotter, some people take like 35.



No, I don't mind at all. I'd like to post the whole report sometime soon, but I'll give you the gist of it. I took 4 hits as I was cleaning up at work, and began walking home. I thought my roommate was going to be there, but he was detained. I didn't think much of it, as I've tripped solo a bunch of times, but I was also ignorant of why I might want to be with someone. It turned into an absolute worst case scenario, minus severe bodily harm (there was bodily harm, for sure...). I pretty much thought my apartment was on fire. I saw it, but then figured I was tripping. Then I thought 'how do I know for sure?' and started freaking out. I was so disoriented from the effects, I couldn't really see and my body was a useless malfunctioning machine. I would trip over stuff and translate that pain as being burned by the 'fire'. So by that point I was sure the apartment was on fire. I was flailing, panicking, trashed absolutely EVERYTHING in my apartment, it was truly apocalyptic. As the night went on, I would phase between thinking I was dead and in hell and then being burned alive (as I continued to trip over stuff, step on broken glass, put my head through sheet rock).

Eventually my roommate came home and called 911 (bad idea in retrospect, but I was covered in blood and bruises in a totally fucked apartment). They tried to bring me back to reality, but I was sure I was in hell, trapped in a downward spiral of exponentially growing pain (pain being physical, mental even spiritual, it was all inclusive). My parents were called and they were not ok. They came in the middle of it, seeing me strapped down naked with a catheter in my dick, screaming and writhing. The next morning I tried to explain to them why I do this stuff, but they don't get it. Drugs are an umbrella term for them, they're all bad.

the next 4 months or so were spent in what I guess was existential crisis. I can't describe why I was so distraught, I just remember lying awake night after night, crying and so depressed. In terms of getting over it, I guess just time helped me. Sorry, that's kind of a patch-work description, but I'll get the whole thing down later.

@chrissobo
wow man, i feel really sorry for you .
that sounds just horrible
hope you are fine now.

THAT would be more than I bargained for. I'll keep your story in mind as fair warning of the power of LSD. I will proceed with due caution to higher doses. And I think it's one of the greatest tragedies of american english or the english language for that matter that the term "drugs" is used so arbitrarily to describe ethneogens, opiates, psychedelics, narcotics, barbiturates, and the lot. There's no justice in it, but it is convenient for the hordes of mindless pissants that support prohibition.

Yes, I'm perfectly fine now, probably even better. I think it had to happen, in a way, as I was doing this stuff for 'shits and giggles' and that's the wrong mindset to approach these powerful substances.

un-known-ome, thanks for reading and taking what wisdom I can offer to heart. I'm a huge advocate of having a sitter after that episode, as it's the one thing that would have changed the entire experience.

In terms of drug prohibition, it always saddens me to see entheogens lumped together with crack, PCP, ect. Trying to discuss the difference to a layman is entirely impossible. I think about talking to my parents everyday, regarding this. I feel like they just lump me in with every other kind of drug user, and it saddens me that I can't even discuss how much psychedelics have changed me for the better.

It is saddening, especially considering that I have an excellent relationship with my parents, and always take care of my relationships with extended family, adult friends, and people with whom I have a professional relationship. At 20 years of age I am only now beginning to explore entheogens, and the past fortnight has been the most enriching time in my life. I fantasize that I could share my experiences with this mystical ethnobotanical with my parents and have them embrace this as I have, but that's not reality. I feel like this could be an opportunity to bring us closer together, yet instead I feel more closed off than I ever have. Looking from the outside in, you might've thought that someone had died when my parents first discovered my use of marijuana, so I couldn't imagine how they would receive my use of this potent psychedelic. My secrecy in these matters is as much for their protection as it is for mine, and I've come to accept that this is just the way of things.