It's difficult to know where to start with a first post, isn't it?
Well, I'm a reasonably seasoned psychonaut, but it's only recently that I started seriously looking into DMT. To be honest, I had no idea that extractions were within the reach of non-chemists until a friend mentioned it in passing. That was the beginning of my journey into DMT space.
Having successfully extracted a decent amount of DMT, I gradually worked my way up from mild trippiness to a full-on HD bejewelled CEV wonderland! I haven't yet broken through, but I'm sure it will happen in time.
Below is a report of my first real taste of what DMT has to offer...
With eyes open, it initially appeared as if a stack of Photoshop filters had been applied to
my vision; colours were more vivid than usual, textures were smoothed out and smudged together, and it looked like I was viewing everything through rounded transparent lozenges, or colourful glossy translucent panes of jelly. The hairs on my arms looked like fractal plants growing out of my skin.
I had the telly on in the background, and sounds became wobbly with the pitch fluctuating between lower and higher than normal. It also sounded as if everything was going through a dubby spring reverb. Doooiiiooiioing!!
I saw a simple stylised pig-like face appear in the middle of the telly. In fact, this motif was repeated everywhere I looked. With eyes closed, there was a definite ancient Egyptian theme and my living room became a sandstone building housing a spiral staircase. I could sense light radiating from the top, and at the bottom (in front of me) the pig face belonged to some kind of sentry, apparently keeping guard. 'He' was in part an incredibly ornate statue with gold detailing, but I also sensed he was conscious. I think at some point there was also a sphinx gatekeeper, which may have been the same guy.
After some time the experience began to gradually fade. As it did so, the sentry and all of his surroundings started smearing across my vision. His face became increasingly grotesque and distorted, with his mouth wide open as if screaming. I had originally been in this ornate, beautiful temple-like building that felt incredibly holy, but it now felt like I was seeing the flip side- the embodiment of suffering. Surprisingly, I didn't find this particularly unsettling.
As I slowly became aware of my surroundings in the 'real world', the wind suddenly picked up and a gust rushed around the room, rattling various ornaments, etc. It seemed eerily coincidental that this should happen just as I was coming to, and was the perfect way to end the trip. Looking back at it rationally, there could have been any number of similar gusts during the peak and I simply wouldn't have been aware of them. In my tryp-ed out state though, it held quite a lot of significance, as if it were DiMiTri's final flourish, saying "you might be back in your world now, but don't forget what I can do". DMT was showing off.
I spent the next few minutes quietly chuckling to myself, knowing I'd just had one of the most bizarre and beautiful experiences of my life. There was a residual feeling of a kind of ancient energy that lingered for some time.