So I started a thread the other day about being conscious while smoking DMT, more specifically interacting with your environment, like nature, such as looking at trees or whatever instead of being completely immersed, with your eyes closed, sitting or laying down in a safe comfortable place. I may of been afraid of being completely immersed in hyperspace, so I never took that second consecutive hit. I think that's the rough breakdown but I was starting to think that I was different, since tolerance developes so rapidly, and that I was not capable of complete immersion into that other realm, and that I had to interact with my surroundings to get the most out of DMT, by adding the visual element like Jamie mentioned in my Being Conscious While Using DMT thread.

On the 4th post of my Being Conscious While Using DMT thread, gibran2, commented that I was limiting the DMT experience by not taking a breakthrough dose. Long story short, gibran2 was right, as I suspected anyways. I smoked about 30 mg or more of recrystallized DMT that I extracted, in two successive hits, and was completely immersed, with my eyes closed. I finally got to see the visuals everybody was talking about, and the show the mind puts on while fully immersed is definately the best way to get the most out of the experience; I just didn't realize that because I never had a breakthrough experience despite thinking I did on my second try smoking DMT.

While immersed I made contact with some entity or deity that showed me the most insane visual feast I could ever hope for. I heard alien sounds, that were organized almost like music, and saw what looked like complex alien machines that were constantly changing in those colorful kaleidoscopic, geometric patterns that can't really be articulated.

While, interacting with the environment is awesome in itself, I am glad I finally know what everyone keeps talking about; that "no words can explain" type of experience. Also, it was extremely euphoric. I should mention that I took Vyvanse before, which is an amphetamine that I take to help me study more effectively. Summer semesters move really fast, so the Vyvanse really helps when used as prescribed. I actually never felt such extreme euphoria by combining the amphetamine with DMT. I used to use opiates years ago, and this experience may of topped that level of euphoria opiates bring on. DMT by itself makes me feel really good actually...too good maybe, which makes me want to repeat the experience. Similar to how when you were a kid, and wanted to go on that second ride on the coolest roller coster at Six Flags.

Nice that you had your experience!



Sure it makes all of us feel good, but most of us also know it has the side which can make us feel rather unpleasant so just stating that so you would know there is the other side to it, too. Not expecting every time will make you feel good afterwards...

I think I experienced the other side. I found the first two experiences frightening, and the second one terrifying. I smoked it right after seeing the Exorcist, and may of thought about it while immersed now that I think about it. The weird thing is, I find the movie hilarious now, but it used to scare me to the core when I was a kid. It's funny now as an adult, that a movie like that makes me laugh, when it used to give me nightmares. Kind of like the movie IT. I always hated clowns after that. I think I cried when I first saw IT pop out of that picture album. My sister had nightmares about that awful clown for over 10 years. The Exorcist hasn't scared me since I started doubting my Christian beliefs. I felt like I was forced into believing in all that stuff. Christianity is one big cult. I have no idea who God is because man ruined it, with cookies and wine, moaning and toning, while passing out the collection basket. Is it any wonder why people think it's a bunch of bs.

If you thought the movie IT was creepy, try reading the book

Glad you had a nice trip.

Funny you mention the IT book. I never read it but my sister did. That explains the nightmares she had. I need to go dig it up. It is probably in some box. I moved 6 years ago and my father doesn't believe in unpacking apparently. Half of our stuff is still in boxes...it may prove that half the crap you buy you never needed to begin with.

Congrats

I bow to you, the cult thing is the way i felt..
I still leave with even more questions then i had going in<3
But im learning more everytime, no hyperjump has ever truly been the same.
and yes it can put fear in your soul like nothing i can understand?

Glad you got your breakthrough, for me i felt a change in my soul.
Like many say, the filters are off, you can never undo what you know now<3
as i look back on my first jump, and quite a few after, i am greatful,and humbled...

Viva la SPICE!!!!!

I’m glad to hear you took that next step and had such a positive experience. Now you have a better idea of what I was trying to get across.

And it goes much deeper…

The irony of it all though oden is, despite having more questions now, I feel like I have more of an understanding of who God is now. And all it took was one DMT experience. What I experienced today, was more meaningful to my spirit or soul than every liturgy I have attended combined.

I'm a Greek Orthodox Christian (GOC), and I grew up around the church community. I went to a K-8th grade GOC school that has done way more harm than good due to the evil faculty, who locked me in little rooms for hours on end. In kindergarten I used to get sent to the principals office everyday for disturbing the class, for barely anything really, and this morbidly obese woman, who was the principle used to keep me in her office for up to 4 hours some days.

What happened exactly was, everytime the teacher would sent me in the hallway for a timeout or whatever, that evil bitch would just lurk the hallways with her fat bulging out of her high heels, hunting me down. Everytime she would spot me in the hallway, she'd abduct me, and bring me with her to her office, and scold me and sometimes bitch slap me. She would lock me in this little room, where they kept office supplies, and make me write over and over again on endless pages of loose leaf...."I will be a good boy, I will be a good boy,...I will be a good boy,". I was so afraid of her. I wish I would of just told her, I'm not writing a damn thing and to expel me, but I was 5, and didn't even know how to read anything but "I will be a good boy." She was twisted. She'd lie to my parents I think. If my parents knew what she was doing to me, I would of been out of that school.

I wish they would of just expelled me, but I wasn't a bad enough I guess. They liked my father's money too I guess. That school traumatized my five year old, little boy brain.

Luckily, because she was so obese, she left when I was in 2nd grade, and things were almost bearable with the new nazi bitch principle. She didn't hit me or lock me in small rooms at least, or seek me out in the hallway when I got sent out for talking.

Is it any wonder I hate religion and became an opiate addict.

what i hope you will take away from all this is...
Hurt people hurt,and healed people heal...
Get to healing..please
goodluck on what you seek

In the 27 years I've been alive, I never been mistreated really, aside from what I described above. It could be a lot worst, so I guess I should be thankful for that. Kids can't defend them selves from evil adults. I just didn't mentally develop right because of that trauma. My parents used to get beat by wooden sticks by their teachers. Teachers used to hit kids in all schools I think, years ago.
Hitting and scolding kids is the most counterproductive thing you can do, especially when their in the early years of development. Since that obese women couldn't beat me senseless, she just found creative ways to break me. Now that I think about it, I rather of just taken a beating. It's better than verbal abuse and mental torture.

It's just the world we live in I guess. Sobriety, and the anxiety and anger it brings, makes some people evil IMO. The only legal high is alcohol too, which just makes those types meaner and cause deadly car accidents. The only reason why drugs will never be legal is because all the lawyers, cops, and jailers would lose their jobs. The cops who actually think they are making a difference are high on mania and stupidity, and it makes me sick when they get drunk behind the wheel, and bust others for doing the same thing; they're total hypocrites. They really do think their guns are spare sex organs, just ask, and they'll tell you.