howdy all

just came back, testing my buddys second pull that he gifted me. my favorite color, a light yellow/tan powder. smoked approx .05 out of my favorite pipe and i figured id share this one when fresh as it was like nothing ive felt before.

it truly felt as i had been dropped into a washing machien on tumble or was stuck underneath a large wave being tossed around with no sense of direction. unlike most times where there is a direction or flow that i am being shown, things were comming at me from all directions with no order or method to this maddness. this was the most chaotic experience combined with the greatest feeling of confusion as to how i got to were i was and a complete nonunderstanding of what was happening to me ive ever had in hyperspace.

hope all is fantastic with the rest of you. peace and love.

Hey maxblaster,

Thanks for sharing that experience with us - it certainly sounds like a vibrant, ever changing, wild ride. Ahh, DMT, eh?

May I ask what your smoking method was? Also, do you think you broke through. Not up to me or anyone but you to define or say so, but nonetheless it kind of sounded to me like you either did or came darned close.

Thanks again for sharing brother! It's great being in the DMT family, isn't it?

Honestly one of the greatest substances ever. I have been smoking out of a sherlock pipe that looks like a small bubler as I save up for the gvg. From my experience I would say that this was not a break thru compared to other experiences that I have been part of the mechanical world, this was much more of a muddled confusion with little to no understanding of what I was seeing and feeling. I do truly appreciate this community and wealth of information.
Much love

SURE! I've been to that place to, it looked all green - Pyramids or Christmas trees CRASHING into one another, throwing me about. I was very confused but not scared. From this place I went UP another level to a wooden aztec/egyptian cave , with rows of "turnstyle" gears that went up and up and up.....

The gears (for a clock?) were pushed manually by rows of griffons, mean looking birds who didn't threaten me nor take notice of me. I remember one distinctly, who bit another griffon on the ass for not pushing fast enough. hahah ...

From there , I broke through a crystal dome, with millions of beautiful people cheering me on through a procession ..... and I can't remember the rest.


But it all started like you said "in the washing machine" - best trip yet.