Hello and hello!

Like many newcomers, I’ve been an avid reader of the forums for quite some time. I’m delighted to now be a part of it. I can’t say why it’s taken me so long to join. But I CAN say that I hope to contribute to some of the wonderful discussions that happen here.

Like many, my introduction with DMT began with The Spirit Molecule documentary. This was around a year, maybe 13 months ago. I was literally moved to tears by it, especially when the volunteers described their trip experiences. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t. Never in my life did I think that I’d be able to have an experience like this. I had always thought about it. I had wished it was possible to have such an experience. And then, I learn that, wow, apparently you can! I feel so fortunate to have lived a life where I was in the right place and time to cross paths with this information and this substance.

I’ve introduced several people to the documentary and other DMT stuff, such as certain YouTube videos. I’ve been underwhelmed with the majority of their reactions. How are their jaws not dropping to the ground like mine!? My friends, we are apparently a different breed.

After nearly a year of searching for DMT, having close calls but no luck, SWIM decided to extract the material himself. He was pleased and proud to have done it successfully. As of this posting, he’s had a handful of light to moderate doses. Not enough to breakthrough. SWIM is still too intimated to flip the switch all the way, but he’s working his way up there. SWIM fears a bad trip. He’s even intimidated at the thought of a perfectly divine trip. He doesn’t take it lightly. He’s well-researched on the unfathomable intensity of the experience, even when it’s great. SWIM wants to get there, though. Very much so.

Before this intro gets too long, I’ll wrap it up. Thanks for having me and making this board the wonder that it is!

~Mr. C

hello friend

Welcome friend, I'm glad that you didn't procure any from the street, because you never know what you will get. Way better to make it yourself. If you're intimidated by it then there's no rush to get to a breakthrough, as you will know when the time is right so ease into it. Glad to have you in the community, enjoy

Thanks for welcoming me and I welcome you! We are all so welcoming and welcomed!

I enjoy facing my fears. Your fears can dissolve if you recognize it as part of yourself. Have a mantra to repeat like "This is DMT" or "Everything is ok" You cannot pick what kind of journey you are going to have. But you can choose to learn in any case. Have fun and enjoy the journeys. Be in good state of mind every time and open to learn and everything will be just fine my friend. We often label things in life as good or bad. All of it encompasses the journey. All of it is part of the whole. To be dissatisfied with part is to be dissatisfied with the whole. That is what I have learned. That is my approach.

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.”
~Terence Mckenna

Thanks for the kind words.

Since I'm still a newbie, I'm unable to post anywhere but in the welcome forums. But, I've been anxious to share something that my friend, someone who isn’t me, showed me the other day. It’s a description of his very first DMT experience, which took place around a month ago.


Experience #1
Dose: Just under 30 mg of pale yellow spice.
Weight: 190 lbs.

“I’m lying on my bed, while my friend Luke looks on. My attire is sharp. Dress shirt, vest, tie. It’s my way of paying respect to the spice and making a special day of it. I decide that its only right that I go before Luke. Not in a, “me first!” type way. Quite the opposite. It felt like the responsible thing to do. Since I extracted it, introduced him to it, etc., I should be the first to jump into the great unknown.

I hold my torch up to my loaded GVG with trembling hands. Much anxiety. After all the waiting. All the searching. The research, the extracting, etc., I can barely bring myself to do it. The mechanics of how I hit it are blurry, but I know my technique wasn’t great. I got very little on the first try. But immediately, I noticed a bit of a color shift. It was subtle, but definitely there. It felt odd. As if everything was watching me with some sort of expectation. And I don’t think I’ve ever heard such deafening silence.

The second attempt provided a much better hit. I handed my pipe to Luke, and laid back in bed. As we had discussed, he quietly left my room, shutting the door behind him. I made sure to flash him a thumbs up as he did so. Seconds after he left, I blew out the second hit. Now the slight color shift was anything but subtle. Every inch of my bedroom was now a purplish/pink color that somehow felt warm and cool at the same time. Like the color TONE was cool, but it was also warm. Just one of those unexplainables. Paisley-esque patterns were moving slowly, yet deliberately across my ceiling, walls, and closed double-door closet. It felt like I was deep underwater. Deep under an ocean of this light. I wondered if I was going to soon be zooming through a techni-color tunnel, falling through a black hole, etc. None of that happened.

My closet doors suddenly had about 6-8 sets of big lips on them. Living lips that pursed open and closed. Sort of like they were whispering something in slow motion underwater. It reminded me of the way the tentacles of sea anemones move. And they looked EXACTLY like the lips on the Shpongle face. I’m not sure if I consider this entity contact, as I didn’t necessarily feel an intelligence. There was no communication between us.

The whole time I was 100% aware of where I was, who I was, what I was doing, etc. I just laid there and accepted everything, even whispering a number of times, “Ok, ok…ok.” As strange as those lips were, they didn’t freak me out or anything. Soon, it all dissipated, and I was left with a nice mood lift and a bit of a body buzz. The physical sensation wore off pretty quickly, but I was mentally content for the rest of the night. After Luke’s turn (he had a great experience) we went to a bar by my place for food and a few beers. It was something of a celebration. I had abstained from alcohol and unhealthy food for a week leading up to things, so it was nice to partake, especially in the glow of the experience.

It was strange, in a nice way, to feel so content with life in a way that didn’t feel drug-attributed. Yes, I felt that way because I took DMT, but it wasn’t the DMT that made me feel that way. I know you know what I mean. ☺

Overall it was a good experience, but I actually expected it to be crazier. The lights and patterns that I saw weren’t the impossible fractals, colors never before seen, or anything like that. I was a bit disappointed in that. I even remember thinking that during the trip when I realized that nothing else was going to happen. But then, I was worried that it would slap me for thinking that it wasn’t as crazy/enjoyable/enlightening as I had hoped. Fortunately, it didn’t.

It seems I was chilling in the waiting room, somewhere between this world and the other. At any rate, those lips were quite the…um, trip!”

Thank you for your time. I’d appreciate any thoughts on anything! Peace and love.

Thanks for welcoming me and I welcome you! We are all so welcoming and welcomed!

I enjoy facing my fears. Your fears can dissolve if you recognize it as part of yourself. Have a mantra to repeat like "This is DMT" or "Everything is ok" You cannot pick what kind of journey you are going to have. But you can choose to learn in any case. Have fun and enjoy the journeys. Be in good state of mind every time and open to learn and everything will be just fine my friend. We often label things in life as good or bad. All of it encompasses the journey. All of it is part of the whole. To be dissatisfied with part is to be dissatisfied with the whole. That is what I have learned. That is my approach.

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.”
~Terence Mckenna



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That sounds like wonderful advice. Thank you for the well-thought out reply. This stuff seems like science, in that to truly advance knowledge we must constantly share with each other. It still scares me that it seems like I'm flipping a coin to see if I'm going to spend time in a "heavenly" place or a "hellacious" place. And it seems that even those that use with much caution, respect, preparedness, etc., can have horrific experiences. And even if I learned something from it, I just don't know how I could handle encountering a torture session by purely evil entities.

I think that I'm going to do it under circumstances in which I'm with a loved one, in a secluded place on a beautiful sunny day by a body of water. Definitely easier said than done.

I find the thought of knowing when the time is right very interesting. I've been dreaming about it lately. I'm not convinced that means the time is right, I just think that it's been on my mind a ton lately. Also, maybe Changa is a little friendlier than pure spice? I'm getting that impression the more I read. Same with white being a little "nicer" than yellow. (Generally speaking and open to opinion, of course.)

hi mr curious and welcome, i only had my first dmt experience last night and it shares a lot in common with yours. like yourself i had done lots of research and for the months leading up to it i was totally calm and looking forward to it. then last night, just as i was about to go i removed 1/4 of the amount and my hands were trembling. as i was drawing the bong i thought 'this is it, no turning back now'.

i also didnt breakthrough but had intense visuals, however i felt close to it but i was resisting even though thats what i'd been planning for months! hopefully next time i'll be able to just let it happen.

Funny, isn't it? I kinda chickened out on one of my rips, by blowing it out of my mouth without really bringing it into my lungs. After everything I went through, all the anticipation, the trail and error, I'm intentionally wasting spice!

And here's the thing: I can't figure out if what I did was REspecting spice or DISrespecting it. On one hand, wasting it seems like a slap in its face. But I didn't take it in all the way due to the respect/fear I have for it. Perhaps, like usual, I'm thinking too much about it.

At any rate, thanks for the welcome and for sharing your experience.

Yes exactly, and me actually throwing some away before I even started after all the waiting I did to finally get here was the confusing bit!

In some ways reading up so much about it might have been a factor, in some ways Id have been better off with a friend just giving me a large dose without knowing what it was!

You make a great point. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing myself a disservice reading about malevolent entity encounters and other extremely frightening experiences. My thought is that the more research I do, the better, but am I possibly planting bad seeds in my mind by reading these types of trip reports? Of course, I read the good ones, too. And I want that literally more than anything.

If nothing can prepare us for the DMT experience, is there a point in preparing at all?

I believe the answer is a resounding yes, and I'm sure pretty much everyone in the Nexus would agree. But, again, I felt more confident about spice before I stumbled upon certain things. DMT: The Spirit Molecule (the documentary), Joe Rogan, etc. never said anything about the possibility of experiencing shadow people, other-worldly torture chambers and unspeakable evil.

It troubles me. Deeply.

Yes this is very true, as much as I read about the fantastic stories I hear about the positive side of things, I seem to have a strange fascination with reading the bad trip stories too although I'm sure these experiences are few and far between.

Even without reading these I think I would still be nervous as many reports state that a fully immersed DMT trip is the most mind blowing sensation a human is capable of experiencing, and if you think about it then it makes total sense that the potential for such an experience would bring about a few nerves

welcome to the nexus

Welcome!

I too am a newbie to the nexus, although I've read a literal ton of threads in the last several months. My mind gathers information like a harvester in a hay field! Swallowing & digesting it in great gulps.

Even though I am an older, very experienced psychedelic head for 30+ years, I am rather new to DMT, having partaken of it only 20+ times in the last year.

The first time I tried it (smoking the pure spice alone in one of my sacred spaces) I broke through & it was a wonderful trip. After the come down I laughed a deep, hearty, belly-laugh. "How ridiculous!" I thought to myself with an ear-to-ear grin on my face akin to the same grin I get when I partake in my Psilocybin fungi & LSD.

I love it & I love the Nexus. The attitude here is very different than most places I've been online & I truly appreciate it.

Much love & light.

Thank you for sharing!

Care to expand on what your first trip was like? What you saw, felt, heard, etc.?

And I don't think I'd call you a DMT newbie with 20+ trips under your belt!

I totally agree with what you say about the Nexus. This place is like an oasis of the Internet. No trolls, no shit posting. Just people sharing experiences and trying to be supportive.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Well, first of all, since I've partaken in more than a thousand LSD trips & hundreds of Psilocybin trips, plus 50 or more experiences with Salvia Divinorum over the last 30+ years, I do consider myself to be somewhat of a newbie to the DMT molecule.

However, after my first trip with DMT, I felt a familiarity that was difficult to put my finger on.

To me, it was similar to the "highest" states I've experienced on LSD & Psilocybin but compressed into ten minutes. When you're used to 6,8,10,12 hour trips like I am, it seemed quite an odd phenomenon to experience.

Let's see if I can decently articulate what my first DMT experience was like.

I chose one of my sacred spots, this one happened to be our South porch at our home (my wife & I live there with our youngest daughter who is 16; our 4 dogs, 5 chickens & 1 rabbit named Claire).

I waited until the rest of the family was out of town due to my protocol of always trying new psychedelics alone at first. I've had this policy since I was 19 & experienced my first shroom trip. I've always felt comfortable by myself & I've always feared that people without prior experience with whatever drug I was trying would possibly interpret my actions or "symptoms" while under the influence in a negative light & the last thing you need while doing psychedelics is to have someone actively worried about you while you're having an intense spiritual experience.

I love my anti-gravity chaise lounge on our South porch. It allows me to sit upright or recline in different angles all the way to laying fully prone. It is ideal for these kinds of situations & since I had read & researched so heavily beforehand, I knew it would be the perfect DMT tripping chair.

It was a dark evening underneath our big trees in the yard. I retreived my favorite glass pipe that I frequently smoke Cannabis out of. Lucky for me, I have practiced "vaping" substances in glass pipes for a long time simply as a novel way of enjoying hashish, Cannabis flowers, honey oil, etc. Also, I've been a smoker of lots of things since I was a teenager. I love to smoke things, what can I say? It's something I've always enjoyed doing.

So, I loaded the bowl with an unweighed amount of DMT crystals. Due to my profession as an herbalist I'm fairly proficient at "eyeing" milligram doses of material. I estimate that I put about 30-50 mg in the pipe. I wanted to break through & I wanted to see what this stuff could really do. Boy did it not disappoint!

Per McKenna's (and other's) admonishments, I carefully vaped 3 full hits in about a 30-45 second time frame.

Next thing I know the vibratory rate of my perception began to exponentially, and quite dramatically I might add, speed up.

I leaned my lounger all the way back, closed my eyes & I was down the rabbit hole within a few seconds. First I found myself hurled at rocket speeds through a seemingly infinite, belighted or bejeweled tunnel, which seemed familiar enough to this old psychonaut.

After that, I found myself in a huge hall made of what looked like gold & multi-colored precious stones, such as rubies, jades, lapis, emeralds, etc. In the middle of this room was a being with multiple arms/tentacles that was not in the least bit human. It's tentacles waived frantically, yet rhythmically as it seemed to be wanting to show me something, although simultaneously it seemed as if all it truly wanted to show me was itself with it's flailing arms.

The entire 10 minutes I had an unshakeable feeling that there were more beings surrounding me attempting to "shove" or "deposit" or "stuff" my mind as chock full of information as possible, all the while feeling giddy & somehow laughing about it (even though I really couldn't see these other beings other than in a peripheral sense & did not actually hear any laughter, there was an unmistakeable feeling that they were having the time of their lives).

There was much more to see & much more going on at the moment but it was so damn much that I could not possibly consciously remember it all much less write it all down.

Then I began to come down. Within 10-12 minutes I was back to baseline with the familiar after-glow of psychedelics.

All I could do at first is let out one of the most hearty, full-belly laughs I've ever mustered.

After that I thought to myself, "whew, I'll never need to do that again" & at the very same time thought, "wow, I want to do that again!".

I was totally grinning ear-to-ear & had that "peace that passeth all understanding" in my heart & soul. I knew I was in love with yet another indole psychedelic.

Well, there you go Mr. Curious.

That was the first time I've ever attempted a full recounting of my first DMT experience.

I hope it helps in some, small way.

Since then, and after many break-through experiences with the molecule, I have become quite fond of micro-dosing DMT. It simply gives me a little "lift"; a little anti-depressant; a little bit of "remember that you are an infinite soul" reminder, without the harrowing experience.

And then you read something like this, and you want to see/feel unspeakable love/beauty for yourself! I took this from elsewhere in the Nexus.

“Once I saw an entity that was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen – beautiful beyond imagining. So beautiful that I felt as if I was being consumed by the beauty. I became very afraid that I might die if I continued to look at the entity, so I looked away. Fear and beauty together.”

I know not to go in with expectations, and humble intent, but man. What can I say? Do. Want.

Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed your story very much. It feels great to put it into writing, doesn't it?

And you seem to live a very fascinating life.

It does feel great to put it into writing!

I'm so glad you enjoyed the recounting of my first DMT experience. You are indeed welcome.

To this day I don't know how the heck my life became so fascinating, LOL! Probably because ever since I was a little kid I could tell that most things about our culture were based upon lies & ignorance & I always wanted to find out more & do things differently than everybody else & I kept on following that path into the far reaches of adulthood.