Tchan909 said:

That said, I'm eating a few hits of acid tonight. I can't wait to see what it's like after last night's episode.

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04281969 said:

How was the comfort level on it?  Was there any real terror while pushing away and swallowing green and yellow?

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Scared the living crap outta me! Well, yes and no. The whole experience was so intensely unexpected in every way. I knew that it would be powerful, but the reports I've read set me up for something else. I was expecting to take a rollercoaster ride through elfland. This is, quite simply, not what I experienced. I knew DMT had a habit of making you feel like you were dying, and this is what I feared more than anything; it's also what I experienced, far more intensely and immediately than I could have imagined. Existence itself was being destroyed and recreated. There were moments when I became afraid, simply because I had no idea what was happening; I had forgotten I was even tripping on anything. In fact, I had forgotten I was anybody. I don't talk about "ego death" much because it seems a mite silly to me, but I definitely experienced a powerful ego death on this trip. I could not recall who I was; didn't even know I was human, couldn't remember where I came from, where I was going, whether I even had a body. All I could face up to was that I EXISTED. But I always had the feeling that whatever was happening, it would end before long, and that it would be worth it. This turned out very true.

My acid trip last night helped me recall a lot of the stranger imagery, too. In retrospect, I did see some pretty interesting stuff that I think I can describe; blue, red, yellow, neon arrows coursing through strange surging rooms, like rooms in a house. Everything is purple and jagged, and yet so jagged that it appears smooth. Symmetrical triangular patterns cover every surface. It looks slightly like own my house but hugely psychedelicized. I felt I was one of the arrows, bouncing around back and forth on the "tracks" in the room. There was a pattern, a rhythm to all of it; it seems strangely familiar, like something I've experienced in dreams. Command prompt, perhaps?

It kind of scared me yesterday. It seemed like whenever I slipped into my thoughts to reflect on the trip, I would be pulled back into that mode of existence, those rooms, those arrows, and above all that constant, deafening, blinding vortex of experience. It runs parallel to me, though I still had no trouble focusing my thoughts on tasks at hand when it was needed.

This is an awesome drug. I have such a respect for it now. McKenna called it a restart switch for your brain, and I finally understand where he's coming from. It forced me to remap my entire experiential reality. I'm going to have to try it again. I think I took a larger dose than I needed to (I packed the bowl VERY full and hit it VERY hard) but in retrospect it seemed like the only right way to go about things after so many failed takeoffs. Thanks and major props to all of you guys and everybody else who helped me extract it, and who helped talk me into taking the plunge.