Hi, everybody.
I have to say, I’m quite disappointed that my first post here (my essay/introduction) got 31 views but ZERO replies. Not even a, “welcome.” It’s the only submission that didn’t get a single reply! Anyway, I thought I’d share something that my friend, someone who isn’t me, showed me the other day. It’s a description of his first DMT experience, which took place around a month ago.
Experience #1
Dose: Just under 30 mg of pale yellow spice.
Weight: 190 lbs.
“I’m lying on my bed, while my friend Luke looks on. My attire is sharp. Dress shirt, vest, tie. It’s my way of paying respect to the spice and making a special day of it. I decide that its only right that I go before Luke. Not in a, “me first!” type way. Quite the opposite. It felt like the responsible thing to do. Since I extracted it, introduced him to it, etc., I should be the first to jump into the great unknown.
I hold my torch up to my loaded GVG with trembling hands. Much anxiety. After all the waiting. All the searching. The research, the extracting, etc., I can barely bring myself to do it. The mechanics of how I hit it are blurry, but I know my technique wasn’t great. I got very little on the first try. But immediately, I noticed a bit of a color shift. It was subtle, but definitely there. It felt odd. As if everything was watching me with some sort of expectation. And I don’t think I’ve ever heard such deafening silence.
The second attempt provided a much better hit. I handed my pipe to Luke, and laid back in bed. As we had discussed, he quietly left my room, shutting the door behind him. I made sure to flash him a thumbs up as he did so. Seconds after he left, I blew out the second hit. Now the slight color shift was anything but subtle. Every inch of my bedroom was now a purplish/pink color that somehow felt warm and cool at the same time. Like the color TONE was cool, but it was also warm. Just one of those unexplainables. Paisley-esque patterns were moving slowly, yet deliberately across my ceiling, walls, and closed double-door closet. It felt like I was deep underwater. Deep under an ocean of this light. I wondered if I was going to soon be zooming through a techni-color tunnel, falling through a black hole, etc. None of that happened.
My closet doors suddenly had about 6-8 sets of big lips on them. Living lips that pursed open and closed. Sort of like they were whispering something in slow motion underwater. It reminded me of the way the tentacles of sea anemones move. And they looked EXACTLY like the lips on the Shpongle face. I’m not sure if I consider this entity contact, as I didn’t necessarily feel an intelligence. There was no communication between us.
The whole time I was 100% aware of where I was, who I was, what I was doing, etc. I just laid there and accepted everything, even whispering a number of times, “Ok, ok…ok.” As strange as those lips were, they didn’t freak me out or anything. Soon, it all dissipated, and I was left with a nice mood lift and a bit of a body buzz. The physical sensation wore off pretty quickly, but I was mentally content for the rest of the night. After Luke’s turn (he had a great experience) we went to a bar by my place for food and a few beers. It was something of a celebration. I had abstained from alcohol and unhealthy food for a week leading up to things, so it was nice to partake, especially in the glow of the experience.
It was strange, in a nice way, to feel so content with life in a way that didn’t feel drug-attributed. Yes, I felt that way because I took DMT, but it wasn’t the DMT that made me feel that way. I know you know what I mean. ☺
Overall it was a good experience, but I actually expected it to be crazier. The lights and patterns that I saw weren’t the impossible fractals, colors never before seen, or anything like that. I was a bit disappointed in that. I even remember thinking that during the trip when I realized that nothing else was going to happen. But then, I was worried that it would slap me for thinking that it wasn’t as crazy/enjoyable/enlightening as I had hoped. Fortunately, it didn’t.
It seems I was chilling in the waiting room, somewhere between this world and the other. At any rate, those lips were quite the…um, trip!”
Thank you for your time. I’d appreciate any thoughts on anything! Peace and love.
Mr. Curious is just that. Curious. He like to read and discuss all sorts of things he would never try or do. For example, he just spent a good amount of time reading about climbing mountains, even though he has no desire or intention to try it.