A few months ago, some friends and I went to The Cabin to have our first DMT experiences together.

There were twelve of us, five of which who planned to participate. We collected our supplies, and headed up the mountain to our buddy's place in the middle of the forest where we would stay for the weekend. No one had been to The Cabin in months, and we walked its steps and paths toward its door with some sort of caution. We arrived to a broken window, and assumed the worst. We entered to find only a messed bed in the largest of its two rooms. Someone had broken in to sleep for the night, an action we could not decide to condemn or commend. My comrades and I stepped inside, unpacked our things, and began to prepare ourselves. One of us in the back room meditating, the rest simply relaxing.

We designated the smallest of the two rooms to be "The DMT Room". 70's floral wall paper covering the upper half of the walls and wood paneling below it, furniture older than some of us, a dim light bulb, a record player, and a surprisingly comfortable bed became the things that some of us would dissolve into and be reborn into.
The first person volunteered and entered the room with myself and the owner of the house. He sprinkled some parsley into a bong's bowl, and some DMT on top of that. I recommended placing some more herb on top of the crystals, but to no avail. He torched the bowl, and had a very mild experience. This continued for a couple participants until it was my turn. I insisted that I pack my own bowl.

Herbs, DMT, and then more herbs right on top of the ashes of the last bowl. I decided for some reason to start Emerson Lake & Palmer's Tarkus(which I had never heard before in my life) right before I was about to do this... I sat down on the bed and did some deep breathing exercises taught to me by a tarot-card-reading friend. I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, opened them, and began smoking. I inhaled slowly and consistently while letting the flame hover over the herbs. The camber began turning milky white from the bottom to top and when the smoke was an inch from the top, I exhaled through my nose completely and then cleared the chamber, holding in the smoke for a while until I started thinking about how much was left in the bowl and how fast our bodies become tolerant to this substance. I exhaled and repeated this process two more times. By my third exhalation, I put my mouth on the glass to attempt a fourth inhalation, lit the lighter, but the world started to disappear. The last thing I could manage to do in the physical world was shake my head "NO", hand over the glass, lay down, and close my eyes.

There is still so much I cannot remember, but I hope this report suffices.

As I handed the bong to my friend, octagons infinitely accelerating outward with the color spectrum covered most of my field of vision and I had to lay down. I was becoming overwhelmed. I remember an intense pressure growing in my head as I sprawled out on the bed, beginning somewhere in the middle of my head and expanding outward infinitely. From this point on, my sense of self is completely nonexistent. I do not remember that I have smoked anything. I do not remember that I am at The Cabin. I do not remember who or what I am. My thoughts do not exist at times. I am now traveling through omni-dimensional space.

It is almost impossible, and perhaps insulting to the experience, to put anything beyond what I have said into words, but I will try.

I felt as if something had entered me and grabbed my spirit by the hand and led it to this incredible place. It was nothing like the getting-my-ass-kicked-into-hyperspace kind of "blast-off" that I have read about. It felt much more gentle than that. Incredibly fast paced, but gentle. As we entered this incredible place, I had incredible beyond-symmetrical visions of all powerful, all knowing entities or perhaps one entity. This entity constantly shifted and morphed and was something new and something more beautiful every nanosecond that it was before me. It is difficult to describe it's appearances for a couple reasons. One, it was constantly changing. Two, myself and it existed in more than our normal three dimensions of space and one of time. It felt as if there could have even been two or more dimensions of time in this beautiful place. It was difficult to not become overwhelmed with the vision of this thing and make meaning of it or perhaps hear what it was trying to tell me. I received nothing that I can remember from this being.

At one point during my journey, bright white points developed all over this space. They simply sat for a while and glowed and seemed to simply be mocking me. Not moving for me, not doing anything for me. But then, quicker than instantaneously, the began stretching into swirling lines in space sort of following The Fibonacci Sequence. That sort of beautiful swirling. The kind of beautiful swirling that has to be generated by something, it couldn't have possibly been random, it seemed to have structure. They swirled around my soul and the being before me and they started piercing me. These white swirls began going through and then around and then through and then around my spirit, sort of tying me to this place and to this being, and it hurt worse than any pain I've ever experienced in my entire life.

At another point during my journey, time did not exist, space did not exist, I did not exist, this thing did not exist. There was only oneness.

I began coming back. The visions began fading into the typical mandala/fractal hallucinations and I became aware, little by little, of my body once again. I opened my eyes and remembered who I was. Once physically oriented enough to sit up, I did so and tried to remember where I was and what was happening. I saw the vines of the floral printed wallpaper dance at me and it started coming back to me.

"How long has it been?" I asked the owner of the house.
"About five minutes" he replied.
It did not feel longer than that, but at the same time, it did. The experience seemed infinite, but also instantaneous.
I told my sitters about my experience, and needless to say, I packed the rest of the participant's bowls for the remainder of the evening.

If DMT changed me at all, it changed me in the way that I now believe there is so much more to existence than this world that we live in. Our bodies are simply vessels. Our bodies inhibit us. There is more, and I want to see it all.

The rest of the weekend was what I now consider a completely self indulgent, completely unnecessary psychedelic binge, however I can't say that I received no insight from it. A couple days later on a very large dose of LSD, I had that same experience of oneness and experienced astral projection on several occasions. DMT opened my eyes to these two concepts and they have since been very prominent in every trip I've had since then.

The Cabin has become a place that I will never forget. That incredibly distinctive smoking DMT scent. That wallpaper. Those people. Tarkus. So many memories have been created there, but sadly, in a few months The Cabin will cease to exist.

I have actually just recently returned from The Cabin. A few people from the same group that first smoked DMT together went back to conduct and participate in our own Ayahuasca ceremony this weekend. It's very late, and as you can probably expect, I have had a very long weekend.
I will tell you about this Ayahuasca experience at a later date. It is going to take me a very long time to process all of this.

This was a beautiful report. Can't wait to read about your aya experience.

That's a great read=) Thanks for sharing!

Nice post.you say you experienced pain and it was the worse pain of your life.did your sitters say anything about you making noises or moving at all while you were gone.was wondering if your pain could be heard or seen in your reactions.thanks again and keep posting.

They stated that I lied perfectly still for the entire duration of my five minutes. During the pain, I felt as if my spirit cringed. I suppose that part of me must have been elsewhere if my body didn't cringe as well.

I found this really interesting at the time, thanks for jostling my memory with that question.

Very nice report, a pleasure to read. Congratulations.

Nice report. Congratulations on an excellent first experience.

Peace

Macre

Good report - glad your first experience was both deep and positive. What is this "CABIN", though? And why will it "cease to exist"? someone's chalet/cottage being sold or torn down?

I have a secluded spot like that with a chalet - I call it the "tripshack", although it's really mostly for solo deep work. THanks for sharing that experience and welcome to the nexus!

Cheers,

JBArk

good write up.. sounds like you had a BLAST. Can i join you at the cabin next time

Commend Not only did the cabin allow you to have a great first experience with the spice, it may have also saved someones life

Peace

Macre

After a trip like that The Cabin will never cease to exist! Great report, congrats on the journey. Enjoy processing all that info!

Mahalo

I could not agree more, Rustt.

Thanks for all of your responses. I'm glad the report was enjoyable for you all to read.


The Cabin is a friend's small home way up in the mountains in our area. It's become a sort of safe haven for us lately, but it's being sold in the coming months.

However much we will miss it, it's incredible to think of the positive vibes that its purchaser will inherit from our activities there.

We're planning a few more trips up there to make sure the place goes out with a bang(hopefully not literally) and to say goodbye to the space. It's bringing a tear to my eye...