Last Sunday me and my brother decided to have some spice. It's my 2nd time I traveled and my brothers 3rd time taking DMT.
I measured out 41mg of freebase for my brother and me to share. My brother was to go first and was very eager. He isn't a member on the Nexus (not yet), so i'm going to share his trip with you.
We planned to take turns in playing the sitter to watch over each other. I loaded up the GVG and he took the first hit. I turned down the lights and sat down to watch over him. He said within seconds the curtains next to him melted onto the floor and he knew this was going to be a good time.
Straight away he saw a slow moving iridescent tunnel of pattern + colour, then he instantly got transported into some ethereal room. This room was wall to wall with a mosaic of colours. He was overcome with fear, and saw what appeared to be a slow rotating gyroscope with a triangle in the corner of this room. He told me it looked like the machine in the movie "Contact".
Here's the strange part. He told me that he was at a small table in this mosaic room. On this table was a bottle (A typical long necked bottle shape) with a picture of an eye that was turned 90 degrees on the bottle. On the other side of the table, there was 3 people standing there. My brother told me they wasn't a solid shape of an average person but they looked like a chalk outline, similar to the chalk outline of a homicide victim (Morbid I know but the best description he could come up with at the time).
These people, entities, whoever they are told my brother not to fear where he is and what is happening. They was giving him information but was difficult to make sense. They told him to take a sip from the bottle. As he was about to pick up the bottle an explosion of colour was strong enough for him the snap out of his trip and I saw him sat up on his bed. His first words was "Am I back? I can still see the spinning circles on top of the TV"
I asked my brother "How are you feeling?" He said he thinks he broke through and told me his experience. He asked me if he was breathing heavily and I told him I didn't really notice anything different........His response was "F**k off, really? Oh my God.....I was convinced I died and had to come back."
I have never broken through yet but I got quite jealous of him

. And it's me that extracts the stuff....pffff
The theory of drugs being dangerous and lethal developed a hole when Keith Richards was born.