Hi all, first post here! Name's Malibu for anonymity purposes

I just started learning about the world of DMT about two years ago. After much research, I finally befriended a chemist who lived about an hour away. I'll try to be descriptive about my two first (and only) experiences with what I believe was called Syrian Rue(?):

Trip #1: I was alone, laying in my bed. It was around 5 or 6 in the afternoon, and I had been planning to smoke my newly acquired spirit molecule as soon as I had the balls to. I had heard if you put on music it can keep you grounded, so as to not lose sense of time, so I put Shpongle on low in the background. After meditating for a few minutes I finally went in. Unlike most people, I don't see those beautiful fractal colors. I moreso sink or shift into another dimension. In this case, I was thrown into a dark room, which I didn't like, so I opened my eyes. Once I did that, the ceiling cracked open and a gorgeous, inviting white light came through. It had someone coming from it with their arms outstretched, but what was more interesting was the amount of spirits in my room at once. There must have been at least six or eight of them, all flying around me just as intrigued with me as I was with them. Then they left, the walls dripped colors a little bit, kind of like an acid trip, and then it was over.

Trip #2: This was much more interesting than the first I think. I was camping, and we had rented a cabin. It was my boyfriend and I, and we were laying in bed smoking weed together. We decided to blast off, so we got everything out and divided it out for the both of us. I went first, being that the first time we ever smoked together he kind of bugged out and thus made me not want to do it anymore. So anywho. Instead of getting that rollercoaster "blast off" effect, I sank into the bed, into the earth, and then out into the universe. I was transported into a monochrome circus of a room, with shapes of all sizes moving and spinning in a rather confusing, Tim Burton sort of way. I really had no interest at all in this black and white, pretty boring actually room. When I tried to use my mind to change the scenery, She came over furiously at me, hair waving crazily in all directions like Medusa or Helena Bonham Carter. She was formless, but took on the shapes and monochrome aspect of the room, to let me know She was in front of me I guess. She was mad at me for trying to control the trip, so She filled my head with the feeling of being small, which in turn led me to submit and accept the way the trip was going. Once I did this She decided to show a different side of herself and She played around with me like a child, dancing with me and filling me with feelings of love and safety. May sound a tad dramatic, but that's the only way I can describe it at this point. It's kind of like a dream where you lose it more and more as time goes on.

Anyone had similar experiences?

Yes, many have had similar experiences!

The Tim Burton spinning part is known as 'the engine'. Some experience this as the actual cogs and sprockets of the universe. As far as the female entity, I think almost every DMTer has experienced her, so check there as well. When she came at you, upset that you were trying to take control, people sometimes call that a 'hyperslap' - lol. The plant often has people describing experiences as 'a lesson in respect'.

Sounds fun - did your bf have a better trip the second go round? Or did he 'bug out' again? Why do you think you have enjoyable trips but he doesn't/didn't?

Cool read, nice post!

And Welcome

Hi Malibu!

First of all. Welcome to the Nexus. I think you will fit in with these good "people " quite nicely. What a good writeup you gave us. I kind of feel like I was there with you. Ur experience sounds beautiful and very mysterious.

Ur experience is quite like mine. I don't see fractalled colours either. I just kind of shift into the experience. Although the ride itself for me is different. In my experience I remember two distinct entities. One male and one female. The one that is female gives me nurture and safety. The one that is male was more or less concerned with giving me lessons. And gets angry with me for all sorts of things like when I don't listen or try to control things. It is actually quite easy to make it show signs of frustration when I don't immediately understand the lesson. It got more patient with me and goes back to normal in seconds. I think he is just very stern with me

Great right up I really enjoyed reading that. But as already asked I'm wondering why do you think he doesn't like to blastoff but you do?

What other psychedelic experiences have you guys had?

Welcome to the nexus!

Did you take Syrian rue prior to your molecule ventures? I didn't understand that comment, but definitely enjoy your perspectives on hyperspace. I've had black / grey / white launches several times, and find them tedious as well........usually means I am rushing things is my take away from that.

I've had a very similar experience. Reading this actually gave me chills. I remember being shown what I thought to be some boring things by uninteresting entities, and when I expressed my lack of enthusiasm I was immediately overwhelmed by a very passionate feminine something, who seemed a little bit too excited to see me and I felt suspicious.

The transition from boring benign geometry to the raw power of whatever she was made some sort of primal alarm bells go off inside of me and I pulled myself away from her and out of the trip. She was less than pleased.

I've experienced many entities in many forms on dmt trips but nothing has scared the daylights out of me the way She did. I normally am able to surrender but I was unable to with Her. She appeared benevolent but there was something insidious about her interaction with me. I don't normally share experiences but reading your post compelled me to.