Hey all. It saddens me to think that I have taken my last dose, and it may infact be a great while before the opportunity presents itself again. My first foray into DMT was a great learning experience, full of untold wonders and profound realizations unlike any I have ever known. One gram of DMT contains the power of thousands of kilotons of nuclear energy; and one thirty minute session can span across the borders of space and time.

This community is the greatest and most open minded, welcoming, and understanding group I have encountered anywhere, and the insight and knowledge of its members are a great help to those of us bewildered and shocked at our first glimpses of this unlimited power. The spice lives and speaks through all of you, and I thank you.

Over the last two months, I have taken eleven separate doses, and each in its own way was both unbelievable and visceral at the same time. When I first heard of DMT over ten years ago, nothing could have ever prepared me for the experience. It has shown me the most beautiful beauty, the most terrifying terror, and the most unreal realities possible.

I have ordered a supply of the now scarce and ever precious MHRB, and am anxiously awaiting its arrival so I can replenish my universal fuel, and return to that oh so special place that is hidden deep within all of us. I only hope that the will of the spice is such that it will find its way to me once again, and continue to teach me its secrets.

This is the story of my final dose, for now......

This past weekend I traveled a long distance by car, more than ten hours, to attend the wedding of an old friend. The drive was long and painful,as I have a broken femur, but the company was great. I was riding with my best friend, and we never fail to entertain one another. By the time we reached our destination, my ribs were sore from laughing.

We arrived to an already happily glowing groom, and after the usual long greetings after long times apart, we went to a strip club, sort of like a spur of the moment bachelor party. We had a few drinks, then headed back to his house.

Back in the apartment, we laughed and laughed and laughed until we cried. After more than ten years apart, we had all picked up right where we left off.We told stories of what was new in our lives, and third behind family and work, I brought up my recent DMT experiences. The groom beamed with excitement, obviously swept up in the recent craze,and asked if I had any. In fact I did, and I had not brought it with the intention of sharing it, or even necessarily taking it myself, but more so to keep it safe. I warned him of its immense power, and having done his research and also having much experience with high doses of LSD, and then requesting it as "a wedding gift," I agreed to share it with him.The mood was such that it just felt right.

For his first time we decided to mix my 75mg of spice with about 1/2 gram of weak homegrown MJ. I placed a shot glass containing the herbs and spices into a bowl of nearly boiling water, and mixed them around until the weed had a hard, candy coating. I was surprised at how easy it was to mix the changa, and from the following experience I regret having not done it sooner. We smoked a couple of cigarettes to build a firm bed of ash in his hash pipe, split the changa into two piles, and loaded his entire pile into the pipe.

The groom took the dose in four hits. I was watching his face and eyes intently for the first sign of trouble between each hit, but there was none.After the last, he passed me the pipe, leaned back on his couch, and closed his eyes.A wide, blissful smile spread across his face, and I knew he was gone.

I waited patiently and quietly for his return, and after about 11 minutes, he opened his eyes widely and turned his head to me. "How was that?" I asked, and his mouth moved like he was going to try to say something, but he just smiled again , even wider than before. I asked "Are you gonna be ok?." He just nodded and laughed, and the smile remained.I loaded my bowl, and was happy he had had a pleasant first trip.

I took my dose in six smaller hits,and came as close to break through as I have without crossing over.I could see the shapes of all the furniture and people in the room,but only as silhouetted outlines filled with flowing color. A four armed standing lamp with four different colored shades began to sway in time with the flowing colours. This lamp was the only thing standing out, and was a cartoon. Not cartoon like, but an actual cartoon. The defined edges of the tv stand began to bend and twist,and I closed my eyes.

I saw a blue star, pulsing cool blue energy outwards in rings,and a strange fibrous web outlined in black,but bright neon orange between the outlines.I looked upward to my left,and the tiger web was all I could see, and it began to bounce back and forth making a noise like a snare drum. The snare drum noise began to crackle and grow louder, and I looked to my left again, and the web was on fire. It was not fire like we know, instead it was a solid mass of what looked like flame pin striping on a vehicle, layers of two spiked forks waving like a flag. The flames were changing between blue and green, and moved from left to right until they covered the web completely. The mass of forks then melted together, just leaving a flowing blue and green back drop, and out of the center came a spinning top. As I watched it spin, I realized this was the timer for the rest of my trip. The bright blue and green faded to black, and the top slowed,wobbled, and fell on its side,skidding as if across a tabletop. I opened my eyes, and the grooms living room was back to normal.The groom was still wide eyed, and laughing as he explained about dancing garden gnomes.I was glad to be able to give him this gift, and that he was happy with his experience, as was I.

The next day we celebrated his wedding, which for me was just as blissful as our bachelor party blast. I couldn't have chosen a better time for my last dose, until next time.....MEO