DMT is a temperamental drug. While many psychedelics have a kiddie pool, a lite dose to "get your feet wet". Inhaled DMT is not like that. It's a swan dive into your psyche.
The trick that I have learned in my experience when approaching DMT is that you can't pussyfoot around with it. You can't hesitate. You have to dive right in headfirst without fear or regret. It feels almost as if the molecule can sense trepidation. If youre nervous or cautious it may give you a taste but you won't go all the way. I've had many trips where I loaded my bowl up with crystals and only got threshold visuals. While on the same batch of crystals on a smaller dose, when my had was in the game, I experienced a fully entranced state. It seems as if DMT doesn't want you unless you want it, unless you're fully willing to give yourself to it.
My best trips come from when I can get my mind into that Zen state where I am thinking of nothing other than what I'm doing. My universe consists of my mouth, my hands, my lighter, my chalice (pipe), my bed of spearmint leaves (sandwich method) and my crystals. My best trips the only thing on my mind is a steady inhale and a held breath. I don't know my name, nor do I care, my work is nowhere on my mind, my girl, my family, my friends they don't even exist at the momoent. When I'm about to take a trip, a real trip, nothing exists but me and crystals.
In order to get the best possible experience, you have to dive right in.
"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather."