I'm not sure why it's taken me so long to write this, but I finally decided to put my first time on paper.
I was very naive my first time, so I'm sure this may be humorous to some. I loaded up a standard pot pipe with about ten metal screens and about 150mg of dmt. Most of it was burned I'm sure, but back to the report.
I managed to get three good tokes in before reality slipped away. After my third toke, my hands no longer felt like my own, I also started to see incredible colors, and it was as if I was looking forward into a tunnel. I heard an odd sound that I can only describe as fabric ripping, almost like time/space ripping apart. I remember my last coherent thought being "This feels just like mushrooms that refuses to stop peaking". At this point I naturally close my eyes and relax. I was rushed forward to a dark empty void, akin to the three knights boss fight in Dark souls. It took a small moment to view my surroundings, as soon as I did, I saw a dark figure. It's most prominent feature was it's smug facial expression. I don't recall it having arms or legs, but I do remember it moving oddly. Almost like it's atoms were disintegrating then recollecting in another spot. As soon as I saw it, it saw me. I was flooded with an overwhelming sense of fear. Most of my fear was based on an instant realization that this being was very powerful, and much more intelligent than myself (although it never communicated anything that insinuated this), it was just an instinctual feeling I trusted. It moved over to me menacingly and sat on my chest( I had an incredibly uncomfortable pressure in my chest).
This is when things got exceptionally odd, at this point, my view was now switching between my eyes and a birds eye view of this creature sitting on me. My mind was split into two, one being who I truly am ( my soul if you will), and the other being a more egotistical and logical version of myself. These two parts of me argued back in forth, however the one I had control over in this argument was what I think to be my soul. My soul broke the news that this being was going to kill me, and it was okay to just let go, because I was now certain there is more to life than what I've experienced. My ego/body begged to not let go and that this would pass. My soul argued briefly, while the entity smiled amused at my torment. Eventually my body/ego gave in and my soul was ripped out of my body.
At this point the immense fear I was experiencing had dissipated. After all what is there to fear after death? The pressure on my chest also was relieved when I left my body. I was certain I had died and went with this entity to see what was next. I then was brought to the stereotypical heaven. It was bright white, so much I could sense it's warmth radiating off the light. Maybe it seemed so bright because I was in a very dark void during my struggle with myself. Once I was brought to this bright white place, the dark entity had disappeared. I then wonder to the edge of the bright white space, but felt something preventing me from moving forward. I had an almost comical curiosity as I wondered out loud, "Whatcha got going on back here?". As soon as my inquiry, the dark figure had returned, told me I didn't belong here yet, this was for after death( though he didn't speak really, I just seemed to know what he was saying), his expression had changed from mischievous and smug to angry. I was then grabbed by him and slammed back into my body, so hard that I opened my eyes and saw that I was exactly where I was 6 minutes ago.
After this I was pretty much back on earth, I still had visuals, things morphing and folding but nothing like I had just seen. I then had a small giggle fit(like when on mushrooms) and couldn't believe all that had happened to me. For the next couple of days I slowly tried to figure out as much as I could about what had happened. For the most part, I was unsettled and confused. Being an atheist before the experience, I was overjoyed to be filled with hope that this isn't all my soul will experience.
The day after I was certain that my soul will leave my organic body and continue it's adventure elsewhere. This is absolutely mind blowing for me to accept this new found faith/hope, without a word being said to me. All this certainty came from an instinctual feeling I experienced while on Dmt for 6 minutes. It's nearly impossible to put into words so I don't even try. But it has awakened me in a way, and for that I am truly grateful.