So we’re going again, Tuesday evening so not the same ritual I’ve tried to create the 2 times previous. Just in from work and Sitter came over. He opted to go first, so we again loaded a dose (70mg) into the bong with ash (the same ash we’ve been using) and started firing it up. Torch lighter technique working better, and although his first toke was diluted, the 2nd was pretty thick – and after 10seconds the weirdness came on, and the Sitter declined the 3rd toke. So he didn’t break through obviously, and just enjoyed the slight room rippling effects and feeling of niceness for a while.

Again however because the full dose isnt delivered, most of its melted into the ash. We empty it back into the ash tub. A few minutes later, I begin my prepations to get the bong loaded. I start racking the ash into the bowl, and we both comment on how this ash is now infused with 2 failed journeys worth of DMT. You cant see it anymore but you know its in there. We didnt want to waste it, but we couldnt measure in any way how much was in there (there was no way i was just gonna vape some ash and hope for the best) but it was definately something we were wondering. So i decide, maybe its best not to put another full 70mg in there sandwiched between the ash. Problem is, the current DMT we’re using (the reddy brown jungle spice) has already been dosed up into capsules of 70mg a pop. So the sitter hands me this other DMT he’s got, a whitey/yellow powder. I weigh up about 45/50mg of that on the scales, and whack that into the bong bowl.

[Now in hindsight, we are racking 50mg which is already a large dose into a bong with ash which is infused with another type of DMT, fuck knows how much, possibly 70-100mg since there was 2 failed missions previous worth in that ash. I wasnt properly thinking about the fact that im mixing 2 types of DMT since one is in the ash. With this being only my 2nd time, alarm bells should have been going off, but after a failed mission on sunday I was incredibly over-zealous]


So we fire up the bong. The water in it makes such a difference, and with the torch lighter technique on point I could see the bong really creaming up, getting milky. I let it fill up probably more than I usually do and shotgunned it. Held it in, started counting to ten. As i reached 10, I started to hear the carrier wave immediately, and it was loud. Last week I heard it gradually after holding in the 3rd toke, this time it was like a Sonic Boom on the count of 10. I managed to give a thumbs up to the Sitter as i leant back to indicate I wasnt going in for another toke and he must have taken the bong and left the room.

In nanoseconds I was presented with rapid images of shapes, grids, and colours. These weren’t the same colours as last week, not the lovely pinkish yellows, reds and blues you maybe associate with mandalas or anything – alot of these colours were like Lime/parrot green ,or Shocking Pink, and White, lots of white. During this time there must been thousands of images and patters flashing before me, melding into each other, far too many for me to even comprehend. I was just being engulfed by it, with no objective thoughts on it, or lucidity, I was just getting dragged into it further. I started to feel all space, time and matter start to fold. It was all folding, the entire universe, and with me at the centre, until eventually I folded with it. As i folded with it, I folded into it, and I became MATH. Thats the simplest way to put it. I was geometry. Upon becoming it, I did find the truth (or enlightenment?) that the entire universe is maths. Its all numbers, its all geometry. Everything that exists, ever – its maths. I was math. This wasnt like my first trip, when I was able to gently say goodbye to my body and deal with disembodiment In a fairly rational and understanding way. This was fairly terrifying.

Now at this point, I dont actually remember much. Im pretty sure I blacked out (if you can black out in that world?… can you black out if you’re a shape/pattern?s)

Anyway, when I came to – in the distance, out of the blackness, I could see a window of reality -and i recognized it. It was the red rug of my living room, and the bottom of my bookshelf. The sky was black, the ground was black, but the horizon was a slither of something I recognized, far in the distance. It was like a mirage, shimmering in a cloud shape/strip. By seeing it, It invoked all these feelings and memories of being me, being human. And i yearned for it. Really. I cant think of anything ive ever yearned for more, I wanted to go back there, to be me again, to be human again. So i started crawling towards it, it was a struggle, I remember groaning and half screaming my way towards that image of my room. At this point, I remember thinking “what the fuck was i doing messing with this shit, who would ever want to mess with this? what the fuck are we even doing thinking we can meddle in matters like this”, I kept dragging myself towards the mirage, willing myself out of the blackness, repeating the mantra that I want to be human again.

I mean.. I understood totally that everything was connected, all energy, all matter, all one single thing, and I had been a part of it. And that should really be something wondrous, something that some religions might even believe is the afterlife, a spiritual peace. But with this knowledge, All i could feel is – i want to go back! I felt like Cypher in the matrix, who just wants to be able to eat a steak again and believe its a steak. I had learned the knowledge of the universe being math, and I had literally become math – but i wanted to go back to being able to laugh/think/drink beer/eat steak, this thought kept me persevering to get myself home. I remember laughing at myself even trying to keep a journal of dmt thinking how silly and naive that was, thinking about stupid I am to even think about indoctrinating others I know & love into trying this drug.

Eventually I got there, and as soon as i did things slowly started to clear, and I was becoming more grounded in reality, the whole room came back to me. I was ecstatic – i got up from the floor and touched everything I could, I laughed hysterically, I put my face on the cold wall, and I hugged bean bags like they were a long lost friends. I was just so happy to be me again, to feel things. The idea of having Extremities again like hands and fingers that can touch things and you CAN FEEL THEM was amazing. I relished in it. I pressed play on the stereo (which is our code for the sitter to come back in the room) and as he came in, I was still feeling the after effects, over the worst of it – but still in maybe stage 2 of the trip.

“what do we even think we’re doing?” “who do we even think we are, messing with this shit?” I exclaim as Im jumping on all the furniture in the room, touching it, remembering how it feels to feel stuff. The sitter just nods in agreement, he didnt take the 3rd toke after all, he knows what im talking about. I tried to explain best I could about becoming geometry, and how once I attained that knowledge and became it, it terrified me, and how I was cypher from the matrix, lol. At one point i was still talking to the sitter laughing with my face pressed against my wall, still touching and rubbing the wall, bathing in its coolness when it all completely wore off, like a snap, in an instant, and I backed away from the wall going ‘oh, im ok now.’ (i’d imagine this was funny to witness)


Duration:

Total time in blackout/trance 5mins, probably another 7,8mins of jumping around on furniture loving life after.


Thoughts:


I probably took way too much, I was an idiot in the fact that the re-used ash meant I had no idea on how much my dose was this time. It could have been anything from 60/70mg-120+mg..Made up of 2 different types of DMT extractions. I still feel I learned something from it even though wasn’t all enjoyable. Altho I think someone with a weaker disposition/strength of mind/less experience in psychedelics could have a really bad time with that kind of journey.

The Sitter told me later on, that he was hearing really weird noises from the other room. Loud groaning etc, he was worried I something bad was happening like i was suffocating or something so crawled out to the hall and poked his head to hear better. Said he heard lots of scratching and dragging and movement. Could have been me dragging myself to what I thought was back into the room.. weird for this to happen on DMT tho, being such a trance like drug. Cant imagine i was moving too much. So wheres all the noises coming from. He also got to witness a great stage2 in which i was the happiest guy ever at being me again, just loving beanbags, windows, tables, walls. lol.


Notes for next time:

Stay 'aff it' for a couple weeks.

Clean Ash.

Dose correctly now.

Welcome to infinity.

Glad your experience was profound. What you experienced, what you became... is just the tip. This mode of being knows no bounds, it's boundlessness compounds upon boundlessness.

These experiences happen more than not. Curiosity killed the cat.

Every experience, no matter how profound, how raw, how deep, how rough, how divine ... there's always something to take from it, and typically you end up revitalized and renewed - physically, emotionally, spiritually.

It's right here, all the time.

you are that - don't forget it.

<3

It sure sounds like it was an intense experience.

I don't know if I'd call it hyperslap though. my interpretation of a "hyperslap" is more when you encounter hostile entities, a bit like walking in on someone that really doesn't want you in their space.

The part where your sitter left the room surprised me a bit, subconsciously you would have made a mental note of that and could have felt a bit uneasy a a result. I'd recommend that the sitter stays with you until the effects start to wear off. That being said once you launch you're on your own anyway. The sitter should really stay there for the duration for new users though.

I've had some intense experiences where the mathematical connections on a macro scale were revealed and others where the electrical charges of molecules on a micro scale have been observed in an interactive manner where I could manipulate molecules and atoms by changing charges and creating chain reactions ect.

I love those deep meaningful trips, for me that's about the right dose.

Thanks man! I do indeed feel pretty chipper. Been up since thinking/writing about it, havent eaten, dont feel hungry, dont feel tired.

I cant help but want to ask the noobiest of the noobiest of questions, but what are we actually dealing with here? I mean its all very easy to understand on lsd/shrooms when your enviroments being manipulated slightly. But this is a different beast entirely... I mean I knew that going into it, but really. What is your best theories on whats actually occuring? Ive read all the mckenna stuff, but even thats wooly. Where are we going, is it just intense chemical compound of neurons re-wiring or are you all actually going to a place? Im not going to sleep tonight.

I cant help but want to ask the noobiest of the noobiest of questions, but what are we actually dealing with here? I mean its all very easy to understand on lsd/shrooms when your enviroments being manipulated slightly. But this is a different beast entirely... I mean I knew that going into it, but really. What is your best theories on whats actually occuring? Ive read all the mckenna stuff, but even thats wooly. Where are we going, is it just intense chemical compound of neurons re-wiring or are you all actually going to a place? Im not going to sleep tonight.

Thanks for sharing your experience, Japansage. Here are a couple of threads which may be of interest to you. I highly recommend taking the time to read through them from start to finish, as they are both loaded with enormous amounts of wisdom, insight, intelligence, and philosophy pertaining to the DMT flash specifically as well as "reality" in general.

The Improbability of Hyperspace

A pragmatic approach: What is "real", and when is it actually useful to ask this?

If our lives are a representation of the universe experiencing itself in all possible potentials. ... The way I see it is that it's my "duty" to be a hyperspace traveler so that the people that don't want to do it, don't have to.

These experiences happen more than not. Curiosity killed the cat.

I cant help but want to ask the noobiest of the noobiest of questions, but what are we actually dealing with here? I mean its all very easy to understand on lsd/shrooms when your enviroments being manipulated slightly. But this is a different beast entirely... I mean I knew that going into it, but really. What is your best theories on whats actually occuring? Ive read all the mckenna stuff, but even thats wooly. Where are we going, is it just intense chemical compound of neurons re-wiring or are you all actually going to a place? Im not going to sleep tonight.