All distinguished Nexus members,
Please read this, laugh, and respond. I would be much obliged. I would like to attempt to put into words how my first DMT experience went. I've lurked on this site for awhile, and am admitingly the noobest of all noobs on this particular subject. This will become quite clear as you continue to read my account. Feel free to ridicule, scoff, laugh, and "I told you so, noob" to your hearts desire, as nobody is a tougher critic to me, than me.
I've had a lifetime of experimenting with substances, pot, shrooms, lsd, ecstasy, amphetamines, opiates, ketamine, ect ect.. By far the substance that has done me the most harm is undoubtable alcohol. Of which I've confronted and taken on admirably. So while I'm a noob to dmt, I am not a noob to life. Annnnyways...
My first mistake; trusting an unknown vender online. Know your source. This is the golden rule.
So I attempted to make some jerry-rig smoking apparatus out of a 2 liter bottle and tinfoil, in an attempt to freebase my substance. I found that most of the powder simply burnt away with very little smoke collecting in the bottle. After my third attempt I managed a couple decent sized hits and found that the experience was very mild compared to what I was anticipating. I decided "fuck this, I need to know what this is all about," so I made my second major mistake, by making up a sizable line and blowing it up my nose.
This method proved vastly different. For starters there was an intense burning in my nostrils that lasted for hours. It hit me hard. It was absolutely nothing like this 'breaking though," or dancing elves or whatever. It was absolute paranoia, panic, and grief. I was insanely fucked up. I was still mobile however, as I made my way outside and attempted to violently wretch, yet thankfully had nothing in my stomach. I made my way upstairs, where it occurred to me I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I JUST TOOK. I became convinced that it was some 2C and this was going to last for hours. I prayed to god that it would end soon, while becoming convinced that I was dying. This is how my father must have been feeling when he died of cancer less than a month ago. Please make it end. And gradually it did. I came down, and had the epiphany of..
Every breath is a gift.
Every day a miracle.
Take care of your body, it is your vehicle through life
Sorry to the readers that managed to make it through this ramble, but I felt the need to get this off my chest, as a warning, and as a topic for more experienced users to laugh at. Seeing how I came down in a matter of 20 minutes or so, my thought is that what I had was in fact DMT of perhaps 5-meo. (thank god) But obviously I need to do more research on what I am putting into my body.
I am not ready to give up on DMT or other psychs due to this experience alone, I will still explore as I've always done. With these 3 rules in mind.
1. Know your source
2. Know your source
3. Know your dose
So it goes..
Respectfully,
J.J
In life all you get is time; In time all you get is Death..