Has anyone ever smoked DMT in a graveyard? What did you see?

SWIM will have to try that one night, but he can't for a while because he's in a city so they're locked up at night near him. He wouldn't feel safe in a city one. I remember Shoe had a post about smoking DMT at the Egyptian pyramids and that's the closest to it I've heard so far (what a story!).

And if anyone else has any tales of smoking DMT in interesting places, let's hear them!

There's is an old miner's cemetary way off into the woods in my old town. Pretty creepy place. I'll have to try it some time...

hehe, yeah... it was amaaaaaazing. camels and random egyptian traders everywhere. Giant blocks turning into crystal sphynxes which rained down like q-bert... incredible.

However, SWIM would totally *not* smoke in a graveyard. Way too ... real. Especially at night! that shit creeps me out!!!

SWIM is planning however, to hike up to the top of a fairly tall hill near here, which sits near the centre of the city and has an epic panoramic view of all the buildings, and right out to the rivermouth and harbour. Perhaps the visual distortion from all the buildings could morph into a fluid elf pattern, he hypothesized...

cemetery....hmmm....not too sure 'bout that one.....however, SWIM HAS been having STRONG callings to go to the Yucatan peninsula...to the Mayan ruins in the jungle....MH grows abundantly there as well so he's hoping it'll feel like the eye of the "love hurricane"!
the epicenter of hyperspace, if there's can be such a thing...

LOVE AND GRATITUDE!

why dont you go smoke it in a morge, or in iraq.. that would be really crazy.

guys, you should be more respectful...

do you think the dead really care that much?

Hmmm. There's a graveyard near me. It's really beautiful - and it's unlocked at night. I only wouldn't smoke there because it's fucking freezing at the moment, and way too public in the daytime. Cities - no!

I'm surprised only one person reacted like this! Don't worry, I don't see how it's disrespectful unless you do it with a disrespectful attitude. Graveyards are sacred places and DMT is a sacred substance, seems like the two are made to go together. After all, the natives believe the elves to be the ancestors, so why not smoke it where the ancestors live and see who greets you there? Mexicans have picnics and parties in graveyards every year on the Day of the Dead, and many much older cultures perform shamanic ceremonies in such sacred sites.

I started a thread on listening to scary metal in hyperspace and I was assured by experienced people that it doesn't freak them out. And SWIM would get more freaked out by such malice-containing music than entering hyperspace via a garden of rest. SWIM used to get stoned in graveyards in his younger days (hoping to commune with the dead) and never felt any ill-will. The only risk would be if you yourself were freaked out by the situation so entered with a negative mindset. I mean, if the dead are still conscious there, then they're haunting many of our homes too, yet they don't freak us out when we're smoking at home. If anything, I'd say any souls lingering in a graveyard are going to be friendlier than those in our homes where most people find them unwelcome. And smoking spice in a graveyard is nothing compared to what church gravediggers do- after 50 years they dig you up, mix up your bones with the earth, remove your gravestone and plonk someone else in your spot- THAT's disrespectful if anything is. In other cultures I expect it's taboo to move the dead.

I'm really interested in contact with the dead... after all, that could prove that there is life after death... SWIM saw a ghost when he was a child, but he didn't interact with it so there is nothing to prove it was anything other than a hallucination (much the same as with the entities in 'the case against elves' thread). Looking forward to getting an opportunity to attempt a communion

A morgue isn't possible for most SWIYs because it wouldn't be on to smoke in someone's workplace (unless it's your workplace and you're the only one there, then do it!). Iraq is not a graveyard, it's a country.

I've eaten mushrooms in a graveyard on more than one occasion, but not dmt. However. . .

the other night I really needed to get out & get some fresh air, so I decided to venture out into the desert for a trip. i ended up in a sparsley-wooded area located on some indian (native american) land not far from the outskirts of the city in which I dwell. after perusing the local foliage (as an herbalist & horticulturist) I encountered what I'm fairly certain was a human femur (although greyed & weathered, the size & shape were a "dead" giveaway). wow, cool! i was going to keep it, but then decided that I really didn't want to tote it back with me in my small camelback backpack with my bong. anyways, after venturing into some heavier foliage I came upon a clearing that was completely covered with a thick canopy of growth above (something of a tree cave). this was my spot for the evening. so I dug a small fire pit, kindled a nicely-sized fire, and prepared to partake by watering my dmt-bong. it was an incredible setting! sitting next to my fire, I have had very few experiences with dmt that could compare to this one. psychedelic-colored skulls were trying to break out of my fire, almost as if I had awoken some ancient spirits that had died & been buried upon this land many, many years ago. I tried to encourage them to break free by saying "come on outta there. I can see that you want to...". at this point I had literally left my body & was unfamiliar with my surroundings. the agonizing fire skulls had receded, being replaced by interchanging lots of the most exquisite-looking psychedelic bead piles. they were brilliant! looking around I was no longer surrounded by trees, but rather, I was actually inside of a cave. the sense that it was time to go soon came, but when I attempted to stand I was forced to sit back down because my depth-perception had me seeing one step in front of me as 3 feet higher than it actually was. i must stop here, as I don't generally share my personal visions, but I felt the urge to spread a small taste of the Dark Shaman's world with the community.

Visions of freewill & understanding-

Dark Shaman
elder of the
Blakk Skrollz Tribe

well cool dude have fun with your bad trip.

Awesome story, thanks for sharing it. If you really think that was a human femur, then I expect the law is that you have to tell the police (at least that's the law in the country I live in). The law is just in case the remains you found were the result of a murder, or the final resting place of a missing person. Obviously don't tell them about what you were doing there


DarkShaman just proved that it's not necessarily going to be a bad trip. Contact with the dead would be more revelatory than contact with entities, that's why I'm interested- it's not merely thrill-seeking.

The number one place in the world I want to trip is in the mayan ruins. Every halucinogenic substance I have ever tripped on, triptamine or phenylethamine, I have had many native or south american visions.

The only way it would change your trip in a bad way is by you already having bad thoughts. I would think it to be pretty serene as cemetaries are usually the quietest place you can find in a city. Plus you got trees and deer around. There is nothing in a graveyard but dirt and tombstones. Just try not to knock over any stones while your stumbling about in the dark

SWIM will report when he's done it

Be careful though buddy. Dont need to get busted. Sometimes while lost in their wonderous worlds I forget how much time you can get by having some of these things. I wouldnt do it in a graveyard cause the city I live in is pigsville. They even made headshops illegal here and busted them all down. Just be safe friend.

Thanks homie. It was certainly an awesome experience! And yes, I'm fairly certain that the same or similar laws are applicable for the country in which I reside. Although, whether unfortunate or otherwise for the soul to whom that leg bone was at one point in time attached, I can't say that I could ever bring myself to dialing up the police. I avoid becoming involved with them whenever possible.

I can understand that. I hope you didn't touch it, you don't want your DNA on there.

dead people are sweet....but so are LIVE ONES!