Working with DMT has left me with more questions then answers. I feel that is the way it is to be. It's the way it's supposed to be. It's nice to take that plunge every once in a while but I feel that too much of a good thing wears away at it's luster.

I first started extracting about 3 years ago. I quickly became obsessed with the idea of a powerful psychedelic seemingly being on tap. I spent much of my free-time and a bit more than I should have of my study-time, researching and daydreaming about what it would be like. Terence Mckenna's words, "Going to the grave without ever having a psychedelic experience is like going to the grave without ever having sex. You'll never get to see what it was all about." prattled around in my head. DMT proposed an enticing allure. It promised a forbidden, esoteric, wonderland of eternal questions. I had always been quite an introspective and contemplative person. I always probed at the impossible and have always embraced the random. When I first tried it, it all but failed to serve.

At first, I simply melted the crystals and had no medium to transport it. I was without a glass pipe and still very new at the whole game. My second time around, I found somewhere that someone said to sandwich it between plant material or ash. I also read that one should sprinkle it on parsley or some other herb. It seemed harmless enough. Boy was that a shock to the system. First of all it was the harshest smoke I have ever inhaled and I am a slave to tobacco. But, none the less, my war-torn cilia were hard at work transporting the DMT straight to my head. The combination of decreased apprehension and the shock of harsh smoke both aided me in my ticket to hyperspace.

I doubted it would work, due to my past failures, but I was incredibly wrong. I started feeling heavy, docile, euphoric. My heart became heavy in my chest and it raced with excitement. The air around me was hazy with both smoke and a metallic sheen reflecting off of every molecule of it. My voice reverberated with a metallic, echoing buzz as I stated, "Holy Shit!" A loss of words overtook me and I stumbled out of my chair across the kitchen. A friend of mine, or my trip-sitter asked me for a try as well when I stumbled over to him with pupils the size of marbles. After I came to my feet I reached the apex of my journey. I no longer saw nor did I feel. I thought to myself, "I did it. Finally, I killed myself. Crap." Then I died of astonishment. I was alone in my mind. The world outside of me was no longer there. Light was gone, sensation was gone, I was gone. My eyes were peeled open but I was truly out of my body for an indeterminate amount of time. A rush of desperate sadness and horror overcame me. When you leave your body like that, you can't help but be scared to death, metaphorically I had hoped. I wanted to come home. I started thinking about everyone I would miss or about not having done that which I wanted to. I clung onto my life. Nothing mattered for a moment and I saw that which was truly important. I realized something that I couldn't possibly explain in just this post. I learned something that I could never hope to put into words.

Ever so gently, I floated back into reality. All around me, the paintings on the wall, my skin, the light shining in through the open windows, there was color. I traced an intricate pattern, sort of like a maze or Aztec-like, that glowed and shifted through the spectrum of light. The curtains danced and flickered about as if independent from gravity. I regained my senses and felt a euphoric rush of excitement and happiness. I had died and was born again.

From then on out, I was hooked.

The second time I tried it, I didn't die. I was more along for the ride that time. I definitely didn't use the dried parsley again and damned the joker that suggested it. I found a much smoother and bit more palatable substitution: Green Tea. It was a hell of a lot smoother and gave a pleasant aftertaste. I was more or less alone and didn't use as much as I did last time. Still it was quite a fun ride. I observed the same pattern as I described before and still felt the same. The only difference this time was that I was sitting comfortably and I expected something to happen. What happened then could be easily summed up by one word: "Hooooooooorraaayyy!" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzkQQx9wzJQ or better yet: Shpongle - A new way to say hooray

None-the-less, I have tons more trip-reports I could detail but suffice it to say, too much of a good thing looses it's luster. I am experimenting with new environments, moods, set and setting if you will, to try and probe further into this abyss hidden behind our eyes.

A hopeful route I have yet to take is the Pharmahuasca route I read a bit about. I'll look into that a bit more in the next few days.



Numerous trips later...

Nice report I find that I can't do spice all the time even though when I started I too only had it on my mind. Once a week now is such a treat. I realized that set and setting were important to an easy and smooth journey. To calm the jitters before hand through meditation. Now I'm finally working on some changa that I'm just waiting for to cure eager to experience what it's about to offer, feels like my first extraction all over again. Hey, look forward to hearing some more trip reports so keep them coming

Green tea ?

No, it's lemon balm, damiana, mullein, yellow b.caapi leaf with free base harmalas added and there will be some blue lotus added after the curing is done. I'll post some pics when it's done.

Hahaha! Yep. I've mixed it with Mary quite a few times and it does provide an interesting combo. For reasons I won't go into, a glass pipe is something I didn't want to bring into the situation a while back. So suffice it to say, I had to use what I had on hand at the time. It worked as well as any other vehicle would. It was just a bit more palatable.