Just did a late-night trip. 4.5 g of crushed rue and something like 250-350 mg of cream-coloured freebase crystals in a shot of lemon juice (yum!). I thought for sure this would "blast me off", but alas.
All of my trips are marked by a feeling of having one foot still in the door.
I seem to have a different experience from everyone else on DMT. While other people shoot off into space and see entities and other crazy ****, I always stay behind and get a feeling of intense "body fractals" (best name I could think of). Like, the experience is never visual for me—always spatial. If you can imagine it, like 3D space being mapped onto an imperfect crystal, except instead of seeing it I experience it physically in great detail.
If I had to describe it, I'd say it was like "seeing" physical sensations (hence "synesfeelia" ). Like, moving my toes under the covers prompted me to experience the feeling of "seeing" that motion in my head.
Totally odd—I've never read about anyone else tripping this way on DMT.
I was feeling a little bit jealous about it—I wanna see those mandalas, too! Every time I go, I can sort of see the impression of a complex geometry in my head, but it's faint, like a daydream. I used to think my dose was too low, but I did take quite a lot this time, so I guess I just react differently.
Sort of a rambling post but I'm curious to see if anyone else has similar results with DMT.
I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want a clever signature.