So I've been a lurker for a while and just wanted to give alot of respect out to all who make this community so informational and seemingly genuine. I've also thought it may be time for me to start posting, and perhaps soon I will reopen my own book with this strange tryptamine.

I started my own experiences with a close chemical cousin of DMT, Psilocybin. Tried it alone with a dosage of 3.5 grams on my birthday about 8 years back. I remember not being prepared in the least for the in suing first drop. Although after this first trip I'd kept my psychedelic usage sparse, staying more towards the recreational side of things.

Years later one was lucky enough to get to try a yellow batch of DMT givin to me by a close friend and fellow traveller of the void. I remember using an oil pipe and getting 2 hits in and having to quit, my friend urging be to take one last toke, but I was doing all I could to white knuckle his couch and hold on for sanity as the vertical lines running along the wood panelling on his walls vibrated violently to life. I remember leaning back and closing my eyes to see a network woven of synapses and capillaries pulsing with my heartbeat and morphing and swirling absently independent of any sense of temporal limitation. I remember this image bleeding over from my CEV's into my open eyes and thinking, I think I'll get a handle on this. And having a certain feeling of what I would call floating feeling attached at my sternum. The rest of the trip felt like a quarter oz of decent cubies. After reading other's trip reports I've come to realize I only really scratched the surface of this interesting little chem.

Fast forward to a few years later and I was lucky enough to get my hands on a decent amount of clean Lucy. Knowing that it was a limited supply I did what any psychonaut worth his salt would've done and started protentiating with ground syrian rue seed. This combination was amazing and rife with organic paisley imagery bleeding over into intense landscapes of plaid saturated walls of colour mashing into my consciousness.
Once I had my hands on some decent psychedelics, I started to realize I'd been abusing the awesome powers of these wonderful tools. I started reading authors like Robert Anton Wilson, Aliester Crowley and Terrance McKenna. Slowly but surely my own reality tunnel started morphing itself into a broader spectrum of awareness.
By the time I got to the end of my head stash I had one particular night that I ceased to be I and blended seamlessly into the all. Like a surge of conscious energy ejaculating out of the top of my skull, with an audible cellophane crinkling sound ending with a loud "pop". Since then I really have not been the same person.

I've since started experimenting with shroomahuasca with harmala extracts and Ecuadorian cubies. Once in deep meditation on a plateau I've found the sensation of expanding my consciousness outward into all directions at once. Hearing what I can only describe as the sound of the Screaming Void. This seemed particularly interesting as an aspect unique to my own tryptamine experiences personally. I'd say it sparked a return to a state of spirituality that I didn't even realize I needed.
So recently I've taken the steps needed to get ones hand on DMT in particular. And I'm extremely hopeful that through the use of the information provided by this unique corner of the internet, that I may reach my lofty goals of realms of enlightenment that I may reintegrate back into my everyday life.