Type of Drug Ingested - N,N DMT From Acacia Confusa Root Bark Amount - 80-100mg Method of Ingestion - Crack Pipe Duration - 30 mins~ (just the full feeling, after glow was several hours)
THE ACCIDENTAL HEROIC DOSE
To start off the story I'll give a brief history of mine with DMT. This dose was probably my 4th or 5th experience with N,N DMT. Now I've had over 20. Fully experience mushrooms and LSD and salvia and all of the more commonly known hallucinogens. Each trip has been with Acacia Confusa (a beautiful substance). All white crystal, no "jim-jam" or "jungle spice". This trip, like all the life changing ones begin was by total accident.
It was a normal night. Just completed cleaning the house and the garage (the garage being the physical set for my experience). I was in very high spirits having just pulled a very good batch of fresh crystal from the freezer and having a serene, calm mental state, the DMT was calling me.
I have a very large couch stationed in my garage, for chilling and gaming and smoking, very cozy and warm. I have my grow room just off to the left so the view is always nice when I open the door to it. I grabbed my stash box, grabbed my crack pipe and tortch and positioned myself comfortably. Anyone having experience with DMT knows the what I like to call "DMT pre-jitters". I was very anxious. Even call and clear headed I decided to smoke a nice joint of some heavy Indica to help sedate me a bit so to speak. Having already loaded the crack pipe with 50mgs of DMT and melted it down so it wouldn't fall out, I step outside for a quick cig. Came back in to finish my joint, listened to some vibey music and ate a quick snack. So, I was finally ready. I smoked another joint in between and once again got comfy.
I grabbed my stash box, grabbed my crack pipe and tortch and loaded 50mg of DMT. took a deep breath as the bulb was heating up and when vapor started culminating, I used every bit of lung power to smoke every last drop of the deemtz. Boy was I in for it....
Immediately as I was on my way to a 15 count, around second eight I had to quickly put the pipe down. By second nine I was forced to blow out my hit. By second ten...by second ten...well you know when you see those guys getting knocked out and they go completely straight like a pencil? Arms locked to there side and legs shoved together with the neck protruding straight upward? Yeah, that was second ten. Like there were magnets on my arms and iron belts around my sides. I was completely immobilized.
Milliseconds after I was shot at the speed of light upwards and out of my body (my eyes were open, I could physically see this). As I left my body, even though it was faster than the speed of light, I could feel every layer of my ego being torn away. Layer by layer, until I was out cold. Things didn't go dark though, no. They went light. I appeared in an overall golden hued space that was broken apart into amazing ever colorful geometry. Everything was geometry coupled by this extreme "whirring" that when I listened closer became the neurotic ramblings of another presence that I could not see. Beyond his noise and color was a tunnel (constructed of the same colorful ever changing geometric structures). Soon the alien noise became faster and faster and faster. Clear as day one of the unseen entities, as though cheering me on behind my shoulder says "be careful, and hold on tight".
At this point everything became quite overwhelming. Ego death was still completely blanketing me. My eyes shot open in a panic to try to hold onto a single thread of reality from some sort of natural instinct. I quickly looked around and saw everything was not as it was but now vastly ever changing. Deconstructing and reconstructing right before my eyes. Breaking down into the most magnificently simple omniflourescent structures. After a very brief moment taking everything in within the physical world I tried to further my efforts to take a grip on reality and look at my phone. I pressed the button and immediately what I normally saw on screen (the time and date and wallpaper) was swirled away before my eyes and turned into an ancient alien language from what I could gather. It didn't look of any script I've ever seen. I felt it was very old and ancient. Immediately I told myself to let go. I laid back, and transported yet again into the infinite.
This time (eyes closed/out cold) I awaken on a conveyor belt. Not for a meat factory or for equipment but as a tourist on a guided tour, or so it felt. I look and see this...terrarium of sorts. All the structures were perfect and clean and metallic. Beyond the thick glass pane was nothing but plants. The greenest most beautiful plants with sun shining down on them. He second I noticed that the next second a woman appears right in from on my eyes but in front of the glass pain. Hovering as an ever changing geometrical pattern. Her patterns were moving slower and surrounding her were fast moving geometry (structures, like you would see a building being built type of structure but colorful as all hell). She was naked and playful. I referred to her as my tour guide.
Once the tour ended I opened my eyes, and still saw everything was entirely too fucked up for me to have taken my normal 50mg dose. That's when I barely realized what I had done. I went and double loaded the crack pipe when I was heavily loaded on the Indica all I could do at this point...was laugh. Historically. It was like the DMT gods did that to me on purpose. I looked at my box of gloves (rubber ones) and there is a tiny medical symbol on the side. The ones with snakes and a staff and wings. It started flapping its wings slowly and elegantly. When it did hundreds of fast flying, eradic ones flew off. I just kept laughing and thinking to myself "she is the mother winged creature and those are her playful babies"
Shortly after I went to grab my lighter. About 20 mins in now and feeling pretty confident but unwarranted as I could barely sit up still. Grabbing the lighter it instantly breaks apart into my hand visibly and starts to transform, like a goddamn transformer. So I laughed some more, giggled really and shut my eyes again. This time I was transported in front of a giant what I like to call "Alex Gray" face (the famous psychedelic artist). He just wizzed around my head and in front of my face. Staring at me. Forcing me to look at him really. I got the strange and uneasy feeling that it was myself. Even though clearly and visibly it wasn't but, maybe it was.
I lifted my eyelids for the last time and everything started rushing over me in a wave. I started crying. Happy tears. There was probably a lot of the trip I had forgotten or couldn't keep up with but there you have it in a nutshell really. The accidental heroic dose of DMT. Hope y'all enjoy!!
-------------------- The path to other worlds Is within ourselves. DMT is the door and you are the key
Accidental Heroic Dose N,N DMT Trip Report
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