Hello. First off, SWIM wishes to say that he's very excited to finally be a part of this community; he has often explored it's contents in pursuit of guidance in the past few months and has found that the 'brotherly vibes' emanating from everyone here have even aided him in an experiential way during his first steps into the beyond. I hope to be a positive influence on this community in whatever way I can.
SETTING THE STAGE:
SWIM was first introduced to DMT by listening to lectures by his hero, Terence Mckenna. SWIM's attention was immediately captivated, the interest grew over the following three months that were filled with hours of online research and respect building. At one point, SWIM got this idea stuck in his head that "perhaps this space/one of these spaces DMT takes one too could be 'The Halls of Amenti' described in Thoth's emerald tablets." Finally, SWIM ordered the supplies he would need and got to work with his extraction. The first pull ended in a large amount of crystals and a mysterious gum that was later found to be DMT+NMT (later pulls were just nice little crystals). Due to the NMT being less potent than full on N-N SWIM decided to start there.
TAKING THE HITS:
The night SWIM's gum/crystals were ready he found he had the upstairs all to himself; after consulting the I-Ching, he knew it was time. He loaded a medium-large quantity of gum into his glass oil burner bubbler before setting it down to carry out the ritual he'd planned as an experiment: recital of a prayer found in one of Thoth's emerald tablets. He cast a circle on the ground (made of plastic tubing), turned out the lights, stood in said circle with his hands raised, and recited the following prayer:
"Fill thou my body, O SPIRIT OF LIfe,
fill thou my body with SPIRIT OF LIGHT.
Come from the FLOWER
that shines through the darkness.
Come from the HALLS where the Seven Lords rule.
Name them by name, I, the Seven:
THREE, FOUR, FIVE,
and SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT--Nine.
By their names I call them to aid me,
free me and save me from the darkness of night:
UNTANAS, QUERTAS, CHIETAL,
and GOYANA, HUERTAL, SEMVETA--ARDAL.
By their names I implore thee,
free me from darkness
and fill me with LIGHT.
... With that he turned on the lights, took a seat in his favorite chair and, in the midst of an eerie silence that hadn't existed before the prayer, took a hit of the thickest, most oddly tasting smoke he had ever experienced, holding it in the best he could.
OH MY GOODNESS:
His eyes watered as the savagest of vapors swirled about in his air suckers. About two seconds later he found he could open them like before, but something else was happening. The familiar sound of nothing, the ringing that lingers in the absence of other auditory stimulation, grew louder and stronger and seemed to resonate with the contents of his psyche as a method of coaxing him into a hidden eternity that lay just beyond all that surrounded his immediate observation. A tribal, alien drumbeat whispered up behind him. "shwip... shwip.. swhip." Each 'swhip' seemed to mimic the fanning out of a metaphorical stacked deck of playing cards that was his mind, one at a time, quickly accelerating, out onto the very fabric of reality, that now lay casually before him.
"swhip shwip
shwipswhipswhipswhipSHWIPSHWIPSHWIPSHWIPSHWIPSWHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!"
His sense of self is lost as he merges with the field of energy that lay before him. This is unsettling, he begins to think "I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep." Just as this slight anxiety sets in, he senses a presence, though he cannot see any entity. He feels this foreign voice within himself calling out to him in a wordless-language.
"Turn out the light. Turn out the light. Hurry." it says in this alien whisper.
He snaps back from the energy-field-merge and finds himself able to set down the bubbler and stand up within his now morphing room. He rushes over to the light switch, guided by only the whispers of his unseen (who he assumes to be) allies.
He flips the switch.
The room around him is replaced with an abyssal plane of infinite darkness. There, before him, a pixelated platform swirling in blurred white mist holds the most interesting beings he could ever imagine. There are seven multi-green-eyed organic stalagmite entities formed out of slick-black formlessness.
He gasps. Could it be? the 'Masters of All?' He doesn't know.
He is imbued with otherworldly wisdoms for a moment, and then with a kind of telepathic fist bump (not meant to sound immature, meant to give a sense of the brotherly nature of the exchange), he is told to turn the lights back on. He turns them on.
WOW. His room is amazing now. Everything is a swirling patchwork of fractal pinwheels interconnected, flexing and stretching and breathing and intertwining, including his body. His movements feel graceful and insect-like as each part of his body folds into whatever space he moves into. The saliva in his mouth is an utterly insane feeling. Joy fills him as he explores. He finds his room to be this sort of tribal dance, every object has it's own 'soul' and personality and they are all just dancing together in this lurid fractalline liquid state of oneness.
"Dance with us! Dance with us!" they call out happily in the telepathic-feeling dialect. He steps into the center of the room and begins a pop-and-lock-dubstep-type routine of physically impossible magnitude to what he now refers to as The Music of the Now. "YEEEAAAAH! YESSS! WOOO!" the soul of the room cheers for him and dances harder along with him. It's absolutely amazing.
He decides to jump onto his bed and lay there for a moment to just stare at the ceiling. Upon contact with the sheets, the fluffy white blanket ball on his bed fans out in whispery smears until it has become a beautiful female entity made of silky white liquid flower petals with glistening black eyes. It slinks over to him playfully and sort of embraces him in the most loving way imaginable, whispering alien things in his ear. Is this the 'soul' of SWIM's blanket?
Moments later, SWIM hears the sound of the door that leads to the upstairs in the house open. Blanket Spirit bids him farewell and folds back into blanket-mass form. Without panicking, he does this single flowing shift of his digits over his bubbler, lighter, and DMT jar, which, in turn, fold into an unseen pocket of reality. The sound of his younger brother's teacup chihuahua's collar's bell grows louder as it rushes up the stairs and around the corner coming towards him. Still hallucinating slightly, the tiny creature, which he refers to as Gilgamesh (though that isn't it's real name), is terribly fascinating; it moves just above the ground like some kind of adorable, furry air-snake making odd leg gyrations, slithering twistily through the air. The critter squirrels around his legs until he bends down to pet it.
It quickly becomes a regular dog and his trip ends just as his younger brother arrives upstairs. Later that night he found his bubbler, lighter, and stash had been placed carefully in his backpack. This was SWIM's first true psychadelic experience ever and certainly will not be the last.
THE END
Can't wait to try N-N after that.
Love,
ZakkytheTrypper
(PS: please forgive or leave feedback for any mistakes made in this post, the 'template for comparative analysis of bioassays' only yielded a 'webpage not found' dealio, so I haven't a clue if I've made some blatant error.)