deadendeavor said: So have you done any since? I'm sure you've thought about it
Ya know, after the initial thrill, I probably did it a few more times in the next few days. Now maybe ill grab my little container of DMT every few months to see whats I can learn. Its really not an experience I choose to do over and over again. I've seen people abuse DMT (and my jaw dropped as I did), but those people also never got the benefits I would get, and it seemed as much as they would smoke they would never actually breakthough (think it was a mindset thing)
One good extraction really gives you enough DMT for a long long time. I get more joy out of showing other people "the light" so to speak, than I do from the actual substance.
I know "my protector" entity, and I know "the watcher" entities. These are beings that I see/meet with regularly in breakthrough situations. We have mutual knowledge of each other and "my protector" is always waiting on me.... really strange.
Stranger yet is the last trip I had on DMT. I dont know if I have given a report here or not, but it really stands out to me vividly. Ill try to do my best to convey what happened, but its early and my thoughts are scrambled...
Setting: Warm leather counch (I always do dmt on this couch, it brings me comfort for some reason). It was a saturday morning. My wife was still downstairs in bed.
I woke up that morning and kinda just wanted to smoke a bowl of green. Well I get upstairs and I remember that the previous night I had let some friends try my DMT and we didnt clean out my pipe. There wasn't enough in there for what I consider a breakthrough dose, and my motto is the typical "if you are gonna go, go all out." So, I grabbed some more dmt and packed the bowl. I cant tell you doseage because I dont measure doseage...I pack a bowl full and hit it till I can't anymore. Well I grabbed my lighter and hit the bowl....one hit, release....two hits, release (at this point things are getting shakey, its exactly like blastoff, like an extreme wind is blowing this reality away, I can hear the wind too...very loud yet not scary...this is all typical)...three hits ( by this time the open eye visuals are so intense I cant tell if my eyes are even still open, the wind is still rushing, I feel disconnected from my body)...four hits...
This is one of the few times I dropped the pipe. I rarely do DMT without my wife there, so its usually not something I think about. Not really a big deal anyways...especially not at the time. After the fourth hit the rushing sound stopped and I am greeted by the same carnival type music (not really carnival, but i dont know how else to explain the music though) as I usually am as I travel through different realities. Then the breakthrough. I look around and there is nothing...nothing exists. Then I see my "protector" once again, and "the watchers". My protector wanted to show me something, but I hesitated...probably out of fear. Next thing I see is the watchers laughing...at me. I didnt understand, and I somewhat freaked.
Instantly I am sitting back on my couch. "That was quick" I thought to myself and started to get up. I noticed the the usual "5 grams of mushroom visuals" that accompany a DMT comedown weren't there. "odd". I walk to the top of my steps where I am instantly knocked to my knees by a force I couldnt see. At the botton of the steps was my "protector", in my own home, in MY reality. Behind my protector where the watchers, but it was strange. I could see them all, they were apart of this reality, but they were not in the typical (X,Y,Z) dimensions we see objects in. With the watchers still laughing, my protector spoke to me. Now, speaking with DMT entities, atleast for me, as not an audio communication but rather completely telepathic. My protector spoke that I had gone to far and I had entered a place it did not believe I was ready for...as soon as I heard that I was filled with the deepest depression. My protector continued telling me I was welcome to come back, but I needed to better prepare myself before I did. At that, the depression left, the "5 grams of mushroom visuals" picked up...and my protector and the watchers were gone.
I sat there, probably 30 minutes in complete shock. I am pretty sure tears flowed as I didnt understand anything that just happened, and I must have said "what the fuck" about a million times. I've heard and read tons of stories about meeting entities in thier world, id never heard of the entities comming here. I eventually woke up my wife and shared my thoughts with her. She helped my talk through alot of the trip and get it out so I remembered it (we learned quick that if you just talk out loud about what happens then you can remember it later...its an experience our brains cant relate to, and thus cant really store properly...if we tell the story of what happened we can remember it as a story and its stored better in our brains...atleast thats my theory if it makes any sense)
I haven't gone back to the DMT world. My protector said I would know when the time was right to come back. I don't believe that time has come yet.
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