In the three years that I've been a member of this board I haven't posted that much in comparison, and my dmt usage hasn't been that intense. Usually a few months go by where I ponder my experiences, and it's safe to say that if I were to put a number on the times I passed the veil it would only be a couple of dozen times. I get the urge, calling, call it what you like, and would travel to the other side a few times in the span of two weeks and let my brain simmer and integrate the experiences. Usually between 30-40 mgs a pop and only one pop per session my experiences usually contained the living geometries and the sense of being worked on by... something, patterns that are reminiscent of much that can be read in this forum so I never really took the time to write it all down here. Dark reds, blues and browns dominated most of these experiences. There were exceptions to this scenario but the main portion of my travels was as described.

Last week I took a different approach to my spice routine. I had about 120mgs left in my little envelope and decided, rather impulsively, to measure three doses of 40mgs and deplete my current stock of crystals that night. I meditated for half an hour to quiet the background chatter in my head, put the pipe to my lips and inhaled. The experience was much like most of my experiences up to that point, but there were no presences, only the hypnotic geometries folding in on each other making ever more complex patterns. The same dark hues coloured the experience. I asked to show me more, I wanted to receive more but to no avail. When the geometries faded back into the black behind my eyelids I decided to open my eyes and commence reloading the pipe.

After blasting of for the second time I got more, much more.

A kaleidoscopic vision of rhythmically snatching spider jaws, complete with the multiple eyes and thick hairs unfolded all around me, but strangely this didn't scare me. "Is this your worst?!" I mentally exclaimed and the vision grew more intense, faster and more menacing, really in my face. I got the message, somehow, that I wasn't ready. For what I don't know. There was a boldness welling up in my heart and I made clear that I would not be intimidated. This softened up the vision, the rhythm of the jaws slowed down and a softness showed in the eyes that a second before were pinning me down with cold rage. The spider vision slowly faded in the surrounding geometry, behind which I could make out humanoid silhouettes. But the experience was once again wearing of.

While still not completely down from the second run I packed my pipe again in the hope to continue whatever was unfolding as I felt I was finally digging deeper into whatever this is. Bright colours, as I never before had witnessed, spun around me but not in the geometrical shapes and form I had grown accustomed to seeing. It was like a highly organized white(colourful) noise and although not visible, presences were clearly felt. I looked around if I could spot where they were and i remember clearly moving my head around (my real head that is) and my view of my inner surroundings shifting accordingly. Here and there there were cracks in the colours through which I noticed the humanoid silhouettes again. I asked them who they were, but each time I got a focus on them they showed me some kind of insanely bright and colourful thing/fractal/ball/puddle of colour that retracted them from my view while saying "Can you handle this? And this? This then?" What I saw inside one of these things I can never relate in words and it was only for a split second, but damn it it was beautiful... It felt like a portal that lead to the heavens and they let me glimpse it just for a fraction of a second but not allowing me to enter.

when I got down from that last dose I felt a calm I hadn't felt in a long time. I want to find that portal again, and cross it to experience whats on the other side.

Multi-dosing is something else. Sorry for the long writeup but I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Sincerely,

PotB

I agree that multi dosing is something else, some people say about tolerance building but I'm convinced for me its the opposite.

The tolerance thing is BS IME... My 2nd / 3rd trips are always more powerful, often uncomfortably so...

That tolerance thing is not true in my experience
It only gets better and more intense

Good job standing up and holding your ground .
It's important not to be afraid
Great report

Thanks for the kind words Felnik.

Indeed the tolerance build up wasn't much of a concern this run .

But once my next next batch is ready I'm definitely going to explore this path of multi-dosing more thoroughly, I'd like to see where it can take me.

Tolerance matters to me only when harmalas are involved(sublingual extract in my case), when on 3rd-5th blastoff the visual aspect is diminished noticeably. When I start vaping I almost always do sessions, so 2-10 blastoffs, so I can speak from experience.