A few nights ago, after receiving a wonderful little birthday gift, I loaded about 40mg of clean yellow spice mixed in with some cannabis (of which I had just smoked for the first time in over a month and was already slightly trippy for me on its own), mapacho, lobelia, and a somewhat ridiculous amount of freebase harmine (about twice as much as the amount of DMT), and smoked it from a bubbler. As I closed my eyes I saw what seemed at first to be a dull, brownish pattern; though as it rushed forward, the brownish tinge cleared into an array of concentric circles in impossible colors, simultaneously red/green or purple/yellow, writhing in its multi-dimensional complexity. As I relaxed my mind, further and further letting go as I had been taught by previous hyperspace experiences, the complexity continued to increase. The Flower of Life pattern became very distinct within the writhing space, and a variety of shapes became manifest within it, ultimately becoming the points and axes of a tesseract that became bright white when I noticed it. Then... I broke through. Very suddenly, and I was being taken through the tiniest subatomic particles, watching (and hearing) them vibrate. Hyperspace was singing in clear electronic blips, beeps, and boings, increasing in tempo until it became a sort of buzzing that matched the vibrations of the particles around me. Then those vibrating particles became atoms and molecules, culminating in strands of human DNA, which all became diagrams on an advanced sort of computer screen in front of me. The flower of Life pattern returned and within it, the daVinci drawing of the proportions of man became quite evident, outlined in bright blue, which then sort of energized, and then a 'window' into hyperspace appeared next to it. Then I merged once again with the surrounding space, and for a few moments I saw my body from above, laying on the floor in my dark bedroom, eyes closed; in real-enough time that I saw my foot moving as I was moving it. Every wiggle I made with my foot, the vision of my body made as well and at the same time. Content that my body was still there, I went off, creating shapes and images within the writhing mosaic for a while, until the journey finally began to fade.
From the time I inhaled, until the time I was back down and opened my eyes, almost 40 minutes had passed (and I was still seeing some things, but the urge to defecate had grown stronger than the urge to continue laying there, haha). It was definitely the longest smoked DMT experience I've ever had, though I attribute that to the amount of harmine I used (more than twice the amount than I've ever mixed before). After my failed attempt at ayahuasca last week, it was a very welcome length and level of intensity, and once again showed me how much is possible with DMT, and giving me even more respect for it. It was also very significant, as I first saw that pattern of concentric circles in a particularly strong psilocybin trip I had two years ago, which my mind interpreted as infinite tiny gears embodied in all physical matter in the universe. The vision of those gears and the contact with the 'void" I had that night is what propelled me into researching DMT in the first place.