In the last two months I have found a good extraction tek and have had the pleasure to experience and share the experience with others who have wanted to journey with our dream chemical. I have only had a handful of experiences but they have gotten worse at the end of my journey. I am a very experienced psychonaut and did not think I would ever meet my limit. I never thought there could be a bad dmt trip, but there can be for sure. I don't know if the alignment currently of Venus, Mercury, and Saturn makes it weird but I like to keep all options open.

Anyway;

First trip, alone with Mind-lamp on playing Lateralus. Going in I realized I forgot to ammonia wash, a voice said "The tincture is all wrong, but your here now..." Great trip, right when Mjk says "to weep like a widow" I literally started weeping, not crying, but I was filled with so much energy and awe my eyes started flowing, I kept saying, "thank you so much, thank you thank you......"

Second trip, minutes later. Forgot again I didn't have cleaned product. The voice got louder, "THE TINCTURE IS ALL WRONG< YOU ARE POISONING YOURSELF, but your here anyway!!!" But I constantly battled keeping spirits up, the world kept trying to fade to red, like things were trying to take a turn for the worst, but I made my way to earth and a very healthy respect to the spice. The next day my throat was harsh, probably from smoking the extra chemicals from not cleaning my product.

Third trip. After remembering the dmt sound I realized it was exactly to me, how Pink Floyd's "The Machine" starts. I made this sound into a 9 minute track, which I will post to youtube soon and call it dmt sound if you are interested. I put this on loop, and dosed at the stroke of midnight. OH MAN! That sound made things waaaaaaayyyyyy more intense, and longer lasting. I was at an atomic level, fractal gears made of ethereal matter, the things of the universe were spinning. They told me they work the unsolvable equation, pi, phi, Fibonacci to infinity, it is how time works and we exist. They work to exist, and they exist to work. This is the way it has and will be. And they told me I am God. Weird. That took me back in shock. I don't understand that but that we are all from the same source, all tied together, so in a way we are all God. But being gears with no faces, they still looked right at me and very sternly told me I am God. Started coming down and opened my eyes to check the time. It was 12:12, which echoed and spilled off my alarm clock for about 4 feet to the side like, 12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:12:, with my Mind-lamp flickering like crazy, which is not designed to change quickly or strobe btw.

4th trip. wife went to bed with Mind-Lamp on, I went downstairs to dose on couch. Discussing later, At the time I dosed, which she did not know but it was 5 minutes after I went downstairs, she thought the Mind-Lamp was going to break. It was flying through colors and strobing and flickering like nuts. I enter the other dimension. There is a purple and yellow border, with purple spheres, just like the Alex Grey skull painting in the 10k days album art.I entered a world, I have not been to, but I have, you know, like "how could I have forgotten this place?" I am the lead chemist in another plane. I am in charge of handling the by-product of all existence, it is a black goo, in a small jar, which cannot just be disposed. It is like nuclear waste, but can destroy all existence as we know it. Spiritual, Ethereal, etc. Bad, Bad, Bad stuff. Everyone is panicking, there is calamity and evacuations. They look at me and say, "You are God, what do we do?". Again taken back by the God thing, and knowledge came to me 'love is the universal solvent' so, I reply, "just love it". Then the byproduct stabilized and everyone calmed down. There was another thought that kept playing, this, and everything is a very very delicate balance.

5th trip. Made some jello and shared with a fellow psychonaut. We started having visions and felling the body of fungus, but the dose was light, I feared vomiting, but we did not, we drank milk with the jello and proteins bind with tannins and render then from digestion, therefore no puke. After coming down we smoked a dose and had a great trip, and great time, stayed up talking till about 4a.m. We both also received the notion that this is a very delicate balance.

6th trip. Following night, I jello dosed alone. Intense, lost, alone, scared. Felt almost flu-like. Shit pure yellow, light the poison of my soul. So much liquid shit I had to take a shower. I felt so physically close to death. Weird thoughts forced into my head, I am God, I left heaven for earth, with all the angels, because I forgot to put the lid back on the jar of laughter, and it spilled, and no one could stop laughing, so heaven got destroyed, laughter is dangerous, be careful with it. I kept trying to be rational. "There is no way I'm God, I would have known, I think I would have gotten the memo by now" I was so weak, and struggled to send a blank text to my wife to come to me, I could not even yell for help. I knew I didn't need nutrition, but love. Love would give me strength, and it did. The next morning I was perfectly fine.

7th trip. Too small, felt like salvia, and the song Merkaba didn't help. Not bad, just didn't breakthrough.

All smoked doses were 25mg up to this point. After reading on the net, some said 25mg was just above a light, so I wanted more. Loaded up a 50mg.

Tsk, Tsk.

8th. The first thing through my head, "You really f--ked up this time, you really, really did it now!!" I'm back in the lab, too much overwhelming chaos. Someone spilled the by-product, or another chemical in the lab. It got all over me and everything. I was scared, "What do I do? How do I clean this up?" The panic got the best of me. I tell my neighbor, who was babysitting me for safety, "Turn it off, turn off the music" But he didn't recognize my muttering. It is very difficult for me to speak on the lowest doses. But he did help, he said "calm, relax". I tried. No help. I opened my eyes to escape that place. The other world spilled into this one. He was covered in goo, my walls and ceiling were dripping in this toxic substance. I feared for him, me, my family who was asleep in a house I just contaminated. "What have I done?!?!" I started trying to remember a prayer, anything. "God, please make this stop, I am so sorry, I F--ked up, I forgot you said don't do this again, please make it stop" Bugs started appearing everywhere. They are scouts for pure evil. Shadows started growing, the light got dimmer. I knew something powerful, hateful, pure terror was trying to come through to this world, eyes open fear. Fear unimaginable. By then I could walk. But the visions did not cease. I have a plywood door, I was trying to get outside to get fresh air. The grain on the plywood was cycling darker and darker. I made it outside, to see everything shifting, with a layer of geometric evil on it. Finally, the shit started to calm. I think I brought some bad juju into my home. I messed up and I'm so thankful for life in general. I don't need this, drugs, just grow up and appreciate what I have. My life is too plentiful to risk for tripping.

9th. Super light dose. On a bowl of resin, shared. I did not enjoy it. Starting to feel like salvia. Frustrating, not enjoyable, just controlling like some bad force has my signal, frequency now and can is poised, waiting for me to toke. It has lost it's glamor. If anything, I will build my own floatation tank for tripping without drugs.

It's funny, to come full circle. Coming in and out of dmt trips, I get the sensation that everything is possible, we just have forgotten or have not been taught how to control our minds. We have telepathy, telekinesis, the ability to fly. When I dose, I make electronics malfunction. I feel like all these superhero movies are coincidentally convenient. We are on the brink of something. I have to go all the way to the end of the universe to realize that I didn't need to. All that matters is right here. Right now. The moment. This beautiful chance at life on the 3rd rock, in the 3rd dimension. Love is all we need. Walk with love, not fear, hate resentment, anger. Love is the only way to defeat the darkness. Psychonaut forced into retirement.


It's all just a dream.

None of this really happened, it was all one long dream, no one was real, no events, it's all a work of fiction. Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?

Hehehehe.

Well, it certainly seems you should take a break. It is not necessary to use DMT. One could have a nice, rewarding life without ever touching the stuff.

Even for people who enjoy spice tremendously, 50mg is kind of seriously overdoing it.

Anyway, I would go ahead and build a floatation tank regardless of whether you choose to continue messing with spice. Sensory deprivation tanks are freaking amazing. Also, the deep meditation you can achieve there might help you to integrate and process your entheogenic experiences. At the very least, you might develop some meditation skills that will serve you should you ever dip back into spicy waters.

There is a reason that entheogens are called en-theo-genic. (within, god, creating)

Feel free to come into chat or post here whenever you need some support. SWIM has noticed that sometimes electronics go cuckoo when he flies far enough out. It is a bit like lucid dreaming where electronics and machines do not function correctly.

Peace.

What were/are your beliefs about life/reality/death/god/etc prior to, and after smoking spice?

^^I can iamgine you chuckling HF!

50mg, if vaporised correctly and taken in one breath, gives the kind of trip that you need only once in a lifetime, if that.Its not something I would feel comfortable about recommending to all DMT users and this level of breakthrough is significantly more arduous and jaw-dropping than the 20-30mg missions-which are quite jaw-dropping enough!!

To the OP-what vaporisation method are you using?

any good teks on how to build a tank of this nature? I google it with lots of hits but was wondering if you (or anyone else) had one to recommend. Thanks

Can't help too much with the DIY tank. Easy enough to find them used where I live.

This thread DIY Float Tank doesn't even have much to offer in the way of blueprints or whatever.

It would be a neat project, but I doubt I could build one cheaper than they are available for on ebay... that would actually be as good. Last thing anyone needs is gallons of epsom salt water leaking onto their floorboards.

Let us know if you find a good tek though.

Good luck.

@ SoulCrushingBass


Thanks for sharing your experiences, good and bad. I can very much relate to this post, in fact it pretty much mirrors my experience though mine was a bit more drawn out and occurred over 30-40 spice experiences spread over 4 months. The majority were positive, some neutral, a couple bad and 1 horrific experience that I am aware you have read so I won't go into detail.





I am both fascinated and concerned as I also came across this black toxic goo that you speak of. I would often be spilling it and then frantically running around to clean it and desperately be trying to dispose of any evidence of it. It had a certain feel to it, like coming into contact with it drained some kind of energy from me. I also saw this bog monster type being throw up the same sort of substance and there were always feelings of such disgust. Your 4th trip where you say everyone is panicking and evacuating was mirrored in a high proportion of my DMT trips, where this substance was the cause of mass concern and there were police and government agencies all over the scene trying to get this stuff and people are running around panicking. Check out this thread: Help with understanding recurring DMT trip theme. In this trip the horrible substance originated as something beautiful and turned into this revolting stuff. I wondered if it was symbolic of my relationship with DMT that started off beautiful then got horrible at the end.


I've heard reports of this black toxic liquid from one other member on the nexus and it does make me curious. I'd be interested to hear from other explorers any reports of seeing this stuff and any further insight. You say it felt like it could destroy all of existence, although my feelings weren't as strong it certainly felt like something that could cause harm. It felt like some people were trying to get this stuff, and then there were all these enforcement agencies trying to get rid of it. What do you think this substance is/symobolises? Also what do you think you have gained from these experiences?


I personally decided to take a break from DMT for awhile as the last few trips I began to feel like a dark energy was often waiting for me on the other side (as you said). I also felt the room I had the bad trip in had 'bad vibes' afterwards. Terrence McKenna used to see the machine elves consistently on trips and beleived they had a way of always being ready for his arrival like they had a tag on him. It seems plausible that less friendly entities might perhaps be able to do the same if we let our guard down. I stupidly let my curiosity lead me to interact with (against my guardians advice) and befriend these entities that then beat me mercilessly. When I do use DMT again I am going to only do it with the guidance of Caapi and perform cleansing rituals beforehand.


I would love to hear your insights/interpretations of your own experiences and mine. Also I've found discussing the experience with members on the nexus tremendously helpful in coming to terms with such negative trips, I hope you do too.


Weclome to the Nexus

for starters you need to controll yourself i know it can be very hard but i have been at this point a couple times and i recomend trying this if you end up at that level again


1. forget that you took a drug - eliminate that from your thoughts (the drug does not exist) if you keep reminding yourself you took a drug you only make it worse

2. think of something that you like a lot but you only get on a rare occasion for me its my grandma's homamade candy -- tell yourself this feeling is more rare than (place item here) i worked very hard to visit this land of spirits and i have the knolege to know that it is not harmfull even beyond the horizon that i have yet to pass

3. tell yourself i came here to learn something important and unknown about myself and this is what the spirits are offering me.

4. tell yourself i must accept this message the spirits offer me today


as for a note from experience if you ever get another anxiety ride do not open your eyes - this only helps to make a person realize that the psychedelic experience is enescapable which makes things worse -- your attempts to escape a psychedelic experience will ALOWAYS make them worse just keep your eyes closed and remind yourself that your completely safe and that you are here to learn new things - and in reality a 15(max) minute informational meeting with the gods is a small price to pay for the knoledge that you will walk away with

one night i double dosed by accident and thinking about the things listed above pulled me right out of what could have been a bad experience -

I believe in God. Not the white Christian type, but that buddha, and all other interpretations of god are all of the same cosmic intelligence. After dmt I am sure of God. One thing changed, I now believe everything has a consciousness, even what we call electrons and so forth. Reality is something Im not sure of, but I like it, I'm here for a reason so I appreciate it. Death, is not the end I do really feel that. After dmt, I'm more understanding of the connectedness of everything and now do believe in what we call evil.

I use a meth style glass pipe which I made a little bubbler for. Very smooth and I've become very good at smoking in one breath without burning (flashing) the spice.

I'm pretty good at designing things, did a lot of appliance repair so its pretty simple. I'd look for a horse trough hopefully in plastic, salt is bad on stuff, and the fact that you need 800lbs of epsom salt, at a dollar a pound is something you don't want going bad. Then get a good thermostat, to control an external heating element, all of course plugged into a gfci. The rest is all details, its just warm water with a bunch of salt.

I don't know how to interpret this, it seemed so real. I have considered the Goo as any byproduct that cannot be extracted from the spice. My stuff is damn pure though I feel. I do heptane recrystallizing, and get little mini zelda swords surrounded by straight hairs, pure white.

Yeah I've usually been good at accepting and going with the flow, I think the 50mg was a HUGE mistake and just lost it. Impossible to get a grip on my fear. That and it was a new kind of fear, the fear for my soul. That's completely opposite from me that you try to forget your on a drug, as I try to remind myself that its a drug, there are no demons materializing a couple walls away from my children resting in bed. I may try that someday, but it'll be a someday not too soon.

I'd like to thank everyone for the warm welcome here. I've liked reading the forums for some time now. One thing I wonder, I've read in the past of an organized worldwide dmt trip, wonder if that will happen again? There are some interesting dates. Like a Friday, 11-11-11 at 11:11pm which is also a 99% full moon (which is a full moon in my books).

So I've ventured again. This time I was prepared. I burned white sage, Nag Champa incense, said some mantras. "This is my voyage, there is no darkness welcome here. Only light and I am the keeper of the spice" I was completely calm and ready. I went back to the same place. Again. Not that I was some scientist. Just the same Liquid with geometry I wish I can remember. It drives me nuts that I cannot remember any visuals. The liquid was clear, clearer than clear. It is what makes the noise, whizzzzeeeeewwwwwwizzzzzzzewwwwwwizzzzzewwwwwww. I had the notion, I didn't need to return here, no one should be there, and I said, I would tell people not to go there if they would let me remember why, but I wasn't given the gift to remember why. It's a very holy, and very delicate place. There is a very delicate balance, and while I saw no beings, it felt inhabited.

That was a pretty short retirement.

There are plenty of quite active psychonauts who have far longer intervals between blast offs.

Anyway, it seems like you didn't have a "bad" experience per se. The fact that you go back to the same place of incredible geometry (Hyperspace), feel that it is inhabited, and can not remember your entire experience... is actually pretty much par for the course.

Since you didn't mention the mind-numbing fear this time, I will assume your pre-flight ritual and self-control enabled you to get past it.

Hyperspace is a holy place. Delicate, in some senses of the word... like finely wrought. Breakable? Nah.

I wouldn't say that "no one" should be there. Most people probably have relatively little business there, though. Just like most people have no business being a deep sea diver or an astronaut.

i agree completely consuming D is more than just a quick high its far more powerfull than most would expect - if used as a common drug it can and will bite you - if you having bad or sub par experiences it may be worth your while to give it a break for a month or two - then when you come back it will be much more enjoyable for both you and the spirits

I'm not too convinced there is true evil. Think about it. Religion hasn't always been the best thing. It's politics. It always has been. Fear driven tactics. I only know of religion because I was spoon fed it like everyone else, who was spooked and so on. I do believe in a cosmic intelligence. Let's assume this true for the sake of argument. Then evil is in our minds from what we've been taught. The darkness is formed in our own minds.

Anyway. I wonder who has had assistance, in a way to time 5 minutes into hyperspace, and repeat as wished. This way you could remain there longer and better try to remember details.

This is a replication of the sound I heard the first time. Download and loop it. I smoked to this and doubled my length of time in hyperspace. I made this on fruit loops. Wanna know what others experience if they play this in outer space

I know this is an old thread, but while it's open, yo SoulCrushingBass: have you tried the various oral forms of DMT? And if so, was is a negative experience? And if not, why not? Oral rules! (hey, no jokes people) .