I started eating a lot of mushrooms in Bali at Schoolies, unsure of what i was getting myself into, however, knew it was going to be an interesting experience. I ended up losing my mind, freaking out, and sprinting 5km back to my Villa thinking i was being chased by demons (this could have been avoided, thinking you could control a mushroom trip after 3 trips, drinking 5 vodka and redbulls and tripping on the streets of Bali is not an intelligent idea). It made me realise these drugs had an extremely powerful ability to alter ones conscious perception, and that night, my friend who was a lot more experienced, was talking about DMT, drawing up diagrams, molecular structures, explanations of its infinite potential.
Well, i was interested… For the next couple months i started taking LSD and Mushrooms regularly, probably a bit too often, i met a friend of a sisters who'd been taking psychedelics for several years and had really good connections. I asked him if he knew much about DMT, he actually had some, and gave me a few hits worth. It was an afternoon at 3pm that i picked up, i was rushing around trying to buy a Jet Lighter, make a bong and get through the traffic, i was stressed because i was so keen to have this experience. I got home, and sat outside with my girlfriend, we prepared a full cone of changa and smoked it through the bong. It took me two hits, but it was extremely profound. Time stopped, i had my eyes open, my girlfriend turned into an Aztec Goddess as she went to go grab the bong, and then she went still, she had actually moved back to the chair, but in my eyes, she had turned into this Aztec statue, everything had ceased to move. I was in this world of frozen time and stillness, Aztec patterning was wavering through all materials, i had another Aztec Statue standing next to me, but i couldn't look at it because if i tried, it would disappear, so i had to try and control my minds focus to be capable of seeing it… I wasn't capable of this then and so, i watched through my peripheral vision as this statue/entity stood tall, protecting me, giving off a really fantastic, wise energy.
I then heard a massive ringing sound and a red flashing light… It seemed to be trying to communicate something to me, that i was too rushed into this experience, that i needed to spend more time preparing before i smoked dmt, like having a more ceremonial experience, this opened my eyes and generated a great respect towards the molecule. It was beautiful, the feeling was something i'd felt before, the smell something i'd smelt before, its as if i'd already been and done this before and we had finally met again to have another deep relationship. It's taught me a lot, I tried using DMT to get myself out of depressive cycles, which ultimately took a toll on my mind, as it could also get me more deeply depressed, until i learnt to stop surrendering to ego, but rather, focus the mind and surrender to the present moment. Theres still a fear engrained in me because of the trips i had, which were a result of doing them on the wrong mindset, but i've learnt so much that i wouldn't trade it for the world. It is definitely a teacher, and it is always trying to help you if you let it, its just the ego tries to interpret the experience differently, it generates a fear toward the experience and tries to fight it, which creates a negative feeling towards the molecule, but if you can stop yourself from being "poor little me" for just a moment during a trip, your world will change!