DOSE: T+ 0:00	150 - 250 mg	oral	Syrian Rue	(extract)
T+ 0:45	1 g	oral	DMT	(freebase)
T+ 0:45	1 bump	insufflated	Heroin	(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

175 lb

Very experienced with traditional psychedelics. Prefer combo L, Fungi, Mesc lately.

I had been smoking DMT for a awhile back in 2007. Mimosa opened a door that I am glad and lucky has never closed for me. A few times a night for a couple of months. (Yes. I mean, I prefer eating ten strips and combos with other psychs at the same time. Blasting DMT was a godsend for my personality type.)

Multiple attempts at anywhere from 30mg to 100mg produced no noticeable effect even after lowering my overall tolerance from smoking for awhile. (DMT has a reverse-tolerance effect.) It was clear I had to crack my head open with a larger dose.

I figured eating a gram would be an acceptable way to succeed in producing some effect, and not deplete what I had at the time. The color was off white, slightly yellow. The harmala was a simple vinegar simmer/salt precipitate. I might have taken anywhere between 150-250mg of harmala about 45 minutes before ingesting the DMT freebase.

Within about 30 minutes, I realized I had really overdone it. I went to the box I kept my emergency chill pill of choice, which happened to be H at the time (I had recently ripped myself away from methadone in 2007 at the time, and had to toot a tiny bit of the old horse here and there to sleep and keep off the worst, but I was not using every day by any means). Psychedelics were becoming my "thing" again.

My senses reeling skyward, I shoved a piece of the poison up my nose and felt it was just enough to keep me from flying off the edge forever.

At the time, the elves I'd never seen before though I'd smoked DMT many times, came out of the woodwork and were made of unexplainable "stuff". Darkness, light, and all the twined webs inbetween, these beings came out in a circle around my perception of my head, which had become a giant flower of expanding arms which are my mind-feelers I recognize from many trips before, but they were scintillating and almost lightning-sharding out from my head as opposed to being just energetic and movable like on a strong dose of acid.

They "attended" these mind feelers that were now seemingly expanding and exploding out of control, and said "we've got your mind", in a way that I knew to be funny, yet comforting.

I lay back down in my bed and watch the explosion. Everything kind of shook and twisted and melted until there were no corners on the walls, which seemed strange but almost normal at the time.

I rolled in and out of all kinds of warps and strange dreams that propelled me through more warps, or dimensional shifts, or something. It felt like I was rolling through eternity and there were so many mazes to it. I was a ball being rolled through all these mazes and hyper space speed.

A passing thought occurred to me: Will I ever get back? Will I ever go to work again?

I had a vivid vision of myself crossing the street in front of where I worked at the time, to go into work. This was weird because I've never done this before. I always drove and parked at that job and I was confused at this vision.

(It turns out the VERY next week, I was asked to walk across the street to the print shop to get our menus reprinted for the Fall. I caught myself walking back across the street to my job and did the whole shaman's deja vu thing. Weird how vividly I "dreamt" it during the experience.)

After about 4 hours of gripping my bed sheets and waiting, drowned in geometrics and dancing hyperspace critters, the corners started coming back to the walls and I realized it was going to be over shortly .

It's very interesting how DMT is already at home in our brains and we take to it so well, in terms of acceptance of experience and otherwise.

But scientifically speaking, this experience enabled me to not get too deep into my addictive nature, and after a few doses of mushrooms and L, I stopped street drugs altogether. It was like I realized my pain and became one, then more than it during these later experiences.

They say on high dose tryptamines, the brain shuts itself off for protection, but this by no means happened to me on a gram of very clean DMT.

Love is the Law

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 113274
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 27
Published: Jul 10, 2019	Views: 1,313
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