I’m nervous-shaking. I have no experience with hard drugs. The only reason I had even heard of DMT was because some lurker contaminated a cannabis thread with his bias ranting of beliefs. It got through though-stuck with me. Like a sickness of interest that I couldn’t shake. Here I am, over twelve months later, I’ve done the research, watched the videos, read the manuscripts, heard the stories, read reviews, explored the nexus, and took the time-extracted my own. I’ve failed already-wasted countless trips with poor technique. Finally took to changa and here I am.
The room dropped color-turned to gray. I expected a blast of LSD-like visuals maybe I made a mistake. My sobersitter is asking if I am ok. I wasn’t responding to her. Totally dazed it’s as if I’m being suffocated by an invisible haze of power on my chest. A whistling begins-more of a cosmic sound than instrument. Something appears-a triangle. It has personality the way it hovers in front of me with a faint orange appearance turning clockwise then counter clockwise as if confused. It then pokes me in the eye with what I assume I mistake to be a static shock of some kind. As I immediately close my eyes to try to rid of the shock to my eye I realize: It wanted me to close my eyes. I had forgotten to-too caught up in rush and the tension.
It’s obvious now why I had to close my eyes. I was missing the journey. I don’t think I smoked enough as the visual is faint. Slowly. I’m moving through tunnel. Is it an artery? It is nothing like I had expected. There are turns, I am alone, no blood but I do believe this is an artery? Maybe a digestive tract? Just then, a mountain appears. There are people. They look like the teenage mutant ninja turtles living beside tepees. Did I do DMT-or something else? Someone is running the people out of their camp. They have guns and torches. The whole campsite goes in flames. The visual changes. It’s an empire-technology. An angel of the heavens is crying in fury. He says, “Then only the chosen shall receive.” A large stone temple appears as if an empire is covering the land in cages. God cannot reach the people. The apocalypse is underway.
It’s too much I try to wake up and go to the sink to splash water on my face. As I look in the mirror I am not human. I am changing to a reptile. I am chosen. In absolute fear I nearly cry and stop looking in the mirror as it seems to reverse the process. My sober sitter calms me down and brings me back to sobriety.
My scarce first steps into hyperspace.
Looking back now, I did not smoke enough and was simply having brief, vague daydreams of change effects. It was no breakthrough by any standards and I believe all of my visuals were due to my subconscious thoughts as I am very religious and have read plenty on Luciferianism. One interesting moral I got from the dream was that the Earth was not appearing as we see it. It was an energy source similar to the sun but in its own way. As if it was the source of life and God (Christian view) and Lucifer were each trying to take the people under their rule. The moral seemed to be that life on Earth begins pure and is manipulated throughout the duration, however, the choice of what side one joins following life on Earth is simply where you want to go (in reference to heaven or hell). Except, it wasn’t hell. Both sides felt they were right and just. So there was no fault in the side you chose. The whole dream seemed to be a virtual yin-yang symbol with the beginning of life (in the center) allowing for the circle to stay in motion.
If I ever am blessed enough to join this community I will post my later experiences in the forums. To those who took the time to read about my first experience I greatly thank you for your time.