Well, it was about 3 something in the morning and I had just gotten done admiring the incredible results from my first heavy-duty extraction, which I put a lot of love and labour into from some Acacia Confusa.
Now I'm a pretty adventurous person, and I never actually mete out a precise dose. I just kind of take the goo in whatever seems to be a comfortable amount at the moment and just smoke it and let it carry me away.

So I got some of the jungle goo scraped up and packed an indiscriminate amount in there because I wanted to completely blow my brain into bits and bytes.
Needless to say, I achieved that result and then some.
I sat down on the couch and propped my feet up casually, not wanting to be tense, and casually and rather irreverently vaporized the sizable chunk of golden, tryptamine rich tar and after what felt like a micro-eternity was completely dissolved.

Oh yes, "Me-I-Myself" was completely vanished.

And terror possessed me then. I was cosmically raped and torn apart like I was crossing the event horizon of a black hole. The full-spectrum nightmare goo was a wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey mess of abstract nothingness and swirling, intense colours, and I felt like I was drowning. I all but blacked out.

As I came back into something-ness, I noticed that looking upon myself, I felt like a child. I looked small and was confused and terribly upset. It was like a flashback into some childhood trauma that was ineffible in nature, and completely non-descript. I was just absolutely terrified.

Needless to say, I think I smoked way too much, and in the silent cosmic void, I was there, formless, nameless, and without a sense of self. I was what could not be otherwise describe as anything less than re-gestated, and violently spewed forth back into the world, and essentially re-aging back to my present-day self, all in the span of a few minutes.

The full spectrum of acacia confusa is certainly not your casual DMT with pretty colors and rotating awesomeness. It grips your very soul and squeezes it out.

It was a beautiful agony.

Wow, you've got balls my friend that scares me soo much lol. Also I can hardly contain my excitement.

Well I think my problem was that I didn't have any noise except background noise and my cat meowing incessantly.
Usually music tends to make the experience much more enjoyable, and I don't feel so incredibly alone like I did.
This was definately a toke that wiped my smug "I can trip the life fantastic" grin off my face. I was in Bat Country for a while xD

I have found that in every trip besides one, i had absolute silence and dim lights. The one time i had music on it seemed to distract me completely from what i was trying to acheive. there was regular music playing when i closed my eyes, but after that the music became distorted and hilarious, i couldnt stop laughing because i knew cognitively that the sound i was hearing was impossible and the actual sound that was playing were completely different and distorted. music distracted me, so i feel like if you are doing this just to get high and have trippy trips then sure music can add a great deal of pleasure, but for me, i prefer the silence.

Moral of the story: always weigh your doses.

I really dont like to. I feel that no matter how much i use, hyperspace will either caress me gently and touch me with some much needed light or admonish me and show me some deeply disturbed and deep rooted part of me. No matter what it is always a healing experience for me in some regard.
I dont take of DMT to necessarily enjoy myself.

Good point about not taking it to enjoy particularly, but Id say weighing is a good idea just out of general knowledge of being able to organize intensity differences if anything. It's important to properly measure and weigh out lye and vinegar and bark or whatever materials you utilize during extractions to be sure you can get repeatable results as well as quality in your results, I feel the same should be had for dosage. Weighing only takes a few seconds.

I've never gone that far, but have been in a situation where everything began just disintegrating and disappearing and being replaced. It was very uncomfortable and F'd me up properly hahah. Still today and this was well over 6 weeks ago.

I too find external noise distracting. I really appreciate the weirdness of the auditory 'hallucinations', I don't like any outside influence. I even tried once listening to a clip of Terence McKenna playing in the background just because I find his voice very relaxing and quirky. Didnt work for me as I felt too distracted, I definitely prefer silence.

Most people on this forum don't. But personally I feel that accurately measured doses is just a part of responsible substance use. And I would be willing to bet that I'm not the only person on this forum who feels that way.

Weighing doses is good, you can somewhat "control" the level of intensity, however I don't think that if you have already tried high doses of DMT before and know how intense can it be then eyeballing a dose is not irresponsible, unless you are giving it to someone new to the spice.

I dislike the puritanical mindset that DMT can only be a deep sacrament that one must take with utmost seriousness.

Yes, DMT is a beautiful, wonderful thing, and there are times that I smoke it with reverence and a strong desire to better myself and learn about creation.

Other times (and I'm not ashamed of this), I kind of just want to do something out-there and fun: shake up my world a little bit.

Granted, those recreational trips are usually lower dose experiences (high doses can get way too real to lightly jump into), but if you're not enjoying the angels and aliens, you're doing something wrong.

Blessings
~ND

Thats how i imagine being BORN into this world is being perceived by most of us.

It's not about DMT being some divine puritanical sacrament (although it does have potential to be one), and I didn't necessarily say anything to indicate that it was. It's about responsible use of a powerful mind-altering substance. I didn't create DMT, and I wasn't there when it was created, so I can't and wouldn't say with any sort of certainty what it's "supposed to be used for" or what it's "purpose" is. Taking a cautious approach to such a powerful mind-altering substance in no way rules out enjoying it. Although it's not usually my sole intention, if I didn't enjoy my experiences with DMT I wouldn't continue using it.

The density of DMT crystals can vary tremendously. If a person, particularly a perosn with little to no experience with DMT, were to just toss some DMT into a pipe because it looked like what they would guess 10mg would look like and it ended up being 50mg, there's a chance that they would have a pretty horrific experience. Without the ability to integrate or understand this experience to some extent, this could have negative repercussions. At best, they could just be put off by the experience and never experiment with DMT again, potentially missing out on some beneficial or simply enjoyable experiences. At worst, this could be traumatic and potentially detrimental to the person's mental health.

I think that responsible substance use includes knowing at least roughly how much of a substance one is putting into their body, and I stick to that belief.

I got pretty good pretty quick at figuring out about how much of my particular stock gives me what sort of effect. Also I have a very consistent means of vapourising. The thing is, this was a completely new batch. I underestimated the potency.

Yea when you are dealing with goo you can't be sure how much of it are oils and other contaminants and how much is actual DMT, it can go from 50% or 90% DMT in the goo

I really try to avoid the goo just because of the inconsistency in potency, as well as the fact that Ive found that the goo REALLY badly irritates my throat. Like hot glass shards, very very very unpleasant.