Jees wrote:Great replies!
65mg for starters, that's buying a ticket for trouble like stepping into a Ferrari and push the pedal to the metal only to see if you can dive a car. Sorry to echo decdevil once more.
65 mg... gah durn!!! Whaddayah tryin' to do?? Lose an eye(I)??? I guess it worked. Lol. I remember my first breakthrough. I proudly packed 50 mg.... but only got about half of it inhaled before i felt the sensation of: "i better put this down really quick..." When I returned, there was still enough remaining for a second breakthrough.
Anyways, too late to change what's already been done.
That DMT still looks pretty wet. Did you allow plenty of time for drying and evaporation of solvent? Even when DMT looks mostly dry, there's still likely residual solvent. I generally keep mine in a reduced pressure chamber for a week before ingesting.
Bad trips can happen. Good trips can happen. It's highly unlikely to revisit the same "entities" twice in a row... or you may never see them again, at all.
Fear, following an event like this, is pretty normal. I had my first "difficult" trip after about 5 months of frequent use. Similarly, I loaded too much DMT due to curiosity. After that, it opened the idea that any DMT experience could go south.
I never had anything deliberately tell me not to come back. Either translation is poor, or I'm stubborn, or it's not a "don't
ever come back." More like, "why are you here asking 'what's next?' when you haven't done what you said you'd do a few times back?"
As for ultimate answers - prepare for THE ultimate answer!!!: there is none. Chasing this notion is like a dog chasing cars. What would a dog do when it catches the car?? Let's assume the car even stops so that the dog can catch it... does the dog even know why it's chasing the car? Does it know what's in the car?
Unfortunately, the reason that the car stopped was... because it was the dog catcher! The dog has no idea - it's just doing 'dog stuff.' Little did it know... the thing it was chasing is actually the thing it was trying to avoid. Now, the dog stands there as two men get out of the car. It's still barking loudly, because it doesn't know who the men are and what their purpose is. One man holds out a treat, while the other sneaks around and grabs the loops used to catch strays. Focused on the lure of the treat, the sneaky man slips te loop around its neck and throws it in a cage in the back of their van. They drive around for a while, and it's very hot in that cage.
The dog has no idea why it's there, or what it did to get there. It was just chasing cars... like the other dogs... the other dogs chase until a car get away. However, it sits there all day. No food. No water. Just heat and time.
After an unknown amount of time (the dog left its wrist watch at home), the men reappear. Scared, the dog begins to whimper. The men yell some things, and say something like, "we better not catch you back on the streets!" The dog has no idea. But.... they unlock the cage and step aside, revealing the dog's parents. They'd been looking for him all day and had been worried sick.
The dog steps out of the hot cage and is quickly embraced by its parents. It goes home, eats dinner, and goes to sleep. The next day, the dog goes outside and sits by the road... watching as the cars drive past. It wants to chase, but will it chase the chaser? Or will it chase another car that never stops? Hard to say....
Good thing we're not dogs. We can ifentify which car holds the dog catchers. However - there are plenty of cars that would pick up a stray, give it lots of love, and find its parents. If it has no parents... sometimes a lost dog might find a loving home by chasing cars....
You get my drift, yet? One bad experience doesn't define DMT. Go chase some cars. Bite some tires. Get hurt. Get healed. Have fun. Be scared. YOU ARE HUMAN! That's the point. If you live a life without chasing a few cars, you'll end up like one of those fat, deaf, blind, couch-dogs that live a long "boring" life.
Maybe it's just me... but, I risk the dog catcher for the chase. It ain't the catch... no... i don't wanna catch cars... i wanna see if I can run as fast as a car. If they start to stop... (ha) then i also want to know that I can run AWAY from the wrong car; rather than stand there barking at the two men getting out, with treat in hand...
Take care!
ACY
Oh, right... dog catchers don't rule reality... they are usually the police officers who cannot perform the job that they signed up for, so they are reassigned to that role. (This is true - there was an infamous police officer in my home town that was put on "animal control" duty after damaging his police cruiser.... he was removed from the animal control position after damaging the animal control vehicle. Lol... they put him on the night shift in the county jail. Even the jail-birnds mocked him. I don't think that he'd wanted that... he wanted to be the guy catching "bad guys" but guess where he ended up... in the cage with the rest of us. Only... lolololol... he's stuck there! By choice! I haven't been to that "hotel" in about 15 years, but if I had to guess - he's still right where I left him.)
Sometimes it's good for a change. Other times it isn't.