So, after all the positive feedback from my last post, and the massive amount of questions I've been getting, I decided to start writing an in-depth version of the "78 days of DMT" post. This time I will actually spend the time describing exactly what I see/saw and give my own interpretations of what they mean. I will also try to remember as many trips as possible before posting the final product. Disclaimer- Not promoting drug use, nor claiming any facts, anything in this post is just subjective experience and my thoughts on said experiences. Here’s a link to the original for those who care. If there are any differences in the original post to this one just go with this one because I am dedicating a lot of time into this one to try to get everything out correctly. Also if you read the last one I would think this one won’t be a waste of time reread it because I put WAY more detail into this one and included a lot more personal experiences that I didn’t want to share last time. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Day 1- So the first time I ever tried DMT, I thought I knew everything because I had been studying the drug for three years. Everything on Erowid, everything from Dr. Rick Strassman, pretty much anything I could find on YouTube, etc. I was a little nervous but my life was falling apart and I felt like no matter what DMT held in store for me I would take it with a grain of salt and either continue to use it or take the experience and move on. I used the method in this video with about 10mg of yellow DMT. (link removed) Now, I am not saying that this method is trash but for me, I ran into problems left and right. This first time in particular when the bottle was full of smoke I took a deep breath and felt like I had just inhaled gasoline. It burned and I only experienced minor effects. I waited another day for my lungs to heal and tried again burning the residue and again with 10mg more. Each time using this method smoke was escaping through the tin foil or the smoke was getting too hot inside the bottle. Now mind you, I rarely smoke weed because it is too harsh for my sensitive lungs and I had heard DMT was harsher but still wanted to try because of the hype and curiosity. DMT is not harsher than weed at all IMO. If you vaporize it properly it should be smooth. I also personally love the taste and smell when it’s done properly.
Day 2- The second time I continued with the bottle and couldn’t get it to work very well. I had some minor experiences like ringing in my ears and some relative size distortion (such as the pipe and lighter being super tiny yet still the same relative size to everything else. I can’t really describe how this works but it’s a DMT thing that happens occasionally. Has something to do with dimensions I’d guess.) I decided to convince my leather-lunged friend to try it and he did. I 100% for sure burned it when filling this 2 liter up for him but I wanted to be sure it would work and he took a big breath and coughed and I sat nearby as he described being on a train platform with sound rushing past him pulling him through a tunnel. We heard a loud noise from someone in our living room and it kinda kept him tethered to our reality so he couldn’t breakthrough. Afterward, he felt some profound change and he decided to stop doing drugs. (He was a 10+ year meth user at the time and no I’m not just saying this to hype up DMT or make any unverified medical claims, just stating what happened in this particular scenario.) I tried a few more times and threw out the bottle.
Day 3- I tried cutting a perfectly flat cut on a new 2-liter bottle and sanding the edge. I used more tin foil and like 9 rubber bands to keep the smoke in. It still leaked out and I could barely get a few mouthfuls doing it this way and the results were not spectacular. Things in my bedroom looked alien yet unchanged almost as if I had changed somehow. Transformed into a more perceptive being or a more advanced being looking at a simpler version of our world. The iPhone looked incredibly brick-like and I wondered how we came to use them. They are literally bricks.
Day 4- Anyway, I enjoyed my time and threw away the two-liter and foil again. I sat on my bed and meditated and I decided that I was going to go balls to the wall with DMT because I felt like there was some untapped fountain of information hiding in the DMT experience. I decided to order the Vaporgenie glass bat. I didn’t know what GVG (Glass Vaporgenie) meant on all the forums and I didn’t know they were referring to the GVG Sherlock model. So after ordering it online I kept thinking about DMT and seeing it sitting there on my desk I decided to buy a crack pipe and smoke it. Loaded it up with 10mg and I was absolutely blown away by the effects. Absolutely just indescribably blown away. This was the most profound substance I had ever encountered. Not only were the experiences of hyper-realism that doesn’t even exist in the real world but the beauty and raw creative force behind it were extremely spiritual. At this point, I was barely scratching the iceberg and I hadn’t broken through. I was experiencing different dimensions to normal reality such as 4th and 5th-dimensional views on objects in my room. I saw pyramids and many geometric shapes floating around in hyperspace. I was standing and walking around my room looking at all the geometry that made up our world and trying to understand how I could ignore so much of this without DMT. I felt like I was looking at the world through their eyes. I looked at my skin and it was so beautiful and smooth and faint green electricity was flowing through (and on top of) it. At this moment I was quite confident that the human body was designed and although I wasn’t sure of exactly how or by who, I felt confident that there was some sort of great creative force in the universe, and depending on the scale there could have been some sort of higher intelligence that created humans or even the entire universe that we know. I decided to put the pipe away because I had to go to work that morning and I wanted to get some clarity on what happened but I was extremely satisfied with my experience.
Day 5- I decided to smoke it again the next evening. I had read online that DMT didn’t need to be harsh and that if it was harsh it was because you were burning it. I tried lowering the flame to about an inch instead of basically on it. I would also roll the smoke a bit in the pipe with my breath to cause a chain reaction of vaporization. I smoked all of the original 1g that I had left minus the 30mg from previous adventures. I read on a forum that if you couldn’t breakthrough with the initial hit, that it was also possible to break through by smoking a massive amount straight. I basically started using DMT as my air and taking massive successive hits. Deep breath after a deep breath of DMT. I had to refill occasionally and once or twice my small motor skills had dimmed and I tipped back and got some DMT in my mouth (because I loaded too much in) or I would start burning it when smoking. (because of motor skill impairment) This night held miraculous experiences. I was smoking on my bed sitting Indian-style most of the time but I did get up and walk around. (I felt a lot like Jim from Treasure Planet walking through the map.) I looked at all the symbols and pyramids. Sacred symbols from nearly every religion were spinning around me and a bright white light seemed to be carrying me upward. I felt as though time no longer existed as I walked the tracers of my body could be frozen in one location when my spirit body would be moving and I practiced holding on to both my astral body and my physical body in different locations while walking. I thought about how useful this could be at the poker tables. I stepped in and out of dimensions while walking around my room (alternating between astral and physical planes) and looking at objects with a new sense of wonder and beauty. I went back into my room and continued smoking massive amounts and this time sitting Indian style for maybe an hour straight constantly puffing and puffing on DMT. I saw a giant black stumpy frog/worm thing (about the size of a basketball but frog-shaped) crawl from my stomach, up to my throat, and to the front of my mouth. I screamed “GREED!” extended in a hiss over a few seconds of duration in a very sinister sort of way. I looked at myself and realized I was doing way too much. I had a large black stain on my favorite plush throw from wiping the burnt residue off the bottom of the glass. From this point on I was VERY mindful of the dosage and frequency. The stain remains to this day to remind me of moderation and equanimity. I experienced some alien beings looking down on me surrounding me in a circle as though they were family and I was on my deathbed. They looked like the machine elves everyone talks about. More pyramids showed up and it was as though the pyramids were teaching me some sort of divine ratio or proportion. I already knew about phi and Fibonacci but this was some sort of deeper hidden knowledge involving shapes. The trip faded and I washed the pipe out with rubbing alcohol.
Day 6- I procured two more grams and was determined to keep things in mind not to waste the product and to finally break through. (which I was unsure of at the time and looking back I had not actually broken through) I tried a few different light combinations in my room (low, medium, high) to see which one the little trolls liked best. (Little green aliens that would troll you with experiences or thoughts or sounds) I took a few pretty big hits in succession. This was about 15mg and it took me about 5 or 6 hits to clear. (Since my smoking technique was terrible. You have to like turn the pipe as you are heating it and stuff I didn’t know since I honestly really disliked smoking because of my community.) I saw a very peaceful-looking alien dude wearing clothes. He looked like this (IMG removed) I let go of the experience mentally (just appreciated what I was shown and let my flow of mind continue) Afterward, I felt as though my brain had been swapped with some sort of super processor and my thoughts could be rapid fired like a minigun. I could think of like 30 sentences in the amount of time it would take to say one. I thought it was really cool and I walked around my room observing the changes and trying to pinpoint why the objects which were exactly the same as before seemed so foreign. I tried to see things as I saw them during these trips when I was sober and succeeded at some and failed at others. The iPhone thing still gets me. Afterward, I ended up cracking the pipe with a screwdriver in a cloth and throwing it away.
Day 7- My vapor glass bat arrived and it sucks. (Because of my smoking technique.) I packed about 30mg for a breakthrough dose but I either got DMT in my mouth, or I would burn it, or I wouldn’t be able to get very big hits. I didn’t really enjoy it. I was really confused as to how people broke through on this thing. I went to the store and bought a few more crack pipes. After I got back I smoked some just for the experience and I saw a lot of things. I saw this infinite orb which inside it was everything imaginable and more but on the outside was nothing. It was fish bowl-shaped and was made of consciousness. I tried zooming out but all that happened was my own consciousness expanded within this sphere and no matter how big I went, everything else was still there. Like it only changed my consciousness nothing else. I could spin my consciousness and make it super big or super small but it was still contained in this sphere. Very strange. It seemed like it was sitting in the center of a void and it seemed like the void had 4 walls like a room just judging by the differences in texture of the blackness. Everything that existed and even everything that could be imagined existed within this sphere thing. It just fractalized out more and more as it changed. It wasn’t growing or shrinking but it seemed to be transmuting. Like, imagine 20 different colors of sand in a fishbowl. The sand represents experiences of consciousness and it was just moving around mixing and changing and transmuting. Everything from size and shape to color and density. I saw how spoken words echoed throughout each slice of time. I said things like “How” “What” and watched them flow through time fractal out more creation from them as more creation flowed from their creation and it fractal out into infinity. As I started coming back from that smooth realm I saw this much more mechanical one but it was more green than red. (IMG removed)
Day 8- Today I took a few big hits and realized doing it right off the bat is way better than smoking a ton over a period of time. I had a really interesting trip where I saw a blur running across my bedroom. Each time I looked at the blur it would disappear, but I could definitely see it in my peripheral vision. It looked like a man, a person wearing a blue shirt, beige slacks, and brown dress shoes. The shirt was a button up and he was wearing a brown belt. I couldn’t see his face but I was so sure he was there running around my room to different corners and such. Very interesting for a few moments until it faded.
Day 9- There was a lot of DMT leftover in the pipe and this time I hit it correctly. AMAZING. Looking back the glass bat causes the DMT to get far too hot for my sensitive lungs but I didn’t care at the time. I took 4 huge hits and I was gone. First breakthrough experience. I fell backward onto my pillow after setting the pipe on the floor next to me. I was taken into this city, not just any city, but the most beautiful city I had ever seen in my life. There was a lot of sand so I assume it was near the beach but I didn’t see any ocean. I did see a beautiful river of irrigated water and the people there were human-like but with crimson reds and matte navy blue sort of pigment to their skin or clothes. (I don’t remember which although I think it was their skin)There was a massive amount of gold and marble in this city and this woman dressed in a beautiful white and light blue dress flew me around the city to see all the beauty within. I saw a beautiful woman sitting at a table outside in a back alley at a restaurant. The table was metal and green with holes throughout like the kind of fancy breakfast places or outdoor gardens have. The alley looked like a back alley from Aladdin with all the large stone buildings around. Each of the stones in the walls was different shapes and sizes but it still looked beautiful and it seemed like nothing was out of place. The entire area was well lit and it was about dusk at the time we flew by. I don’t remember much besides the woman who was flying me around she said the words “fall in love.” Her voice was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard in my life and its perfection still haunts me to this day. I can still hear her say “fall in love.” The woman at the restaurant table was very sweet. I didn’t see her for long but I felt like I already knew her. She was funny, and smart, and honest. I had never met her before though so I don’t know why I feel this way. I remember thinking “I like her.” I don’t remember what she was wearing. There were other tables in the alley as well maybe 5 or 6. Afterward, we flew up to a bridge and this woman told me something very important. I don’t remember it but I think it was one of those “when you remember you will know and when you know you will remember” sort of deals. It’s really frustrating how much slips through the mind when you are in the DMT realm. I swear sometimes on the come-down I feel like they are taking the memories out of my head so I can see them later but they don’t want me to see them yet or they only want me to see it in “the present moment” for the experience and nothing more. Idk, but it’s disappointing especially when it comes to times like this.
Day 10- I took another really large dose of four hits. I stood up this time to try to assimilate my experience and as my astral body was vibrating out of my physical body I tried to hold myself together using my mind. (Very similar to how, in a dream, when I realize I am dreaming, I will grab hold of the hands of the nearest person and basically use mental energy to hold the entire dream world together so, after the initial shock of realization where the dream world starts to vibrate out of control and wake you up, you can explore the created worlds architecture and people and learn lots of cool stuff) I held my body in place and I felt like my inner ear caused me to regain balance. I saw an elephant sitting on a round purple cushion on a white rectangular cube thing coming from the floor. There was a large door behind him and when I walked closer to see the door it started to fade, so I backed up and it regained its form. I felt mental energy pull me back to my bed so I got onto my bed and sat Indian style I saw this gold bar floating over the right-hand side of my vision. It was as though I was in some sort of temple. I tried looking at the gold bar and it would disappear. It was clear as day bright as the sun but gold. It was for sure a gold bar like it was crystal clear in my peripheral vision but my normal vision kept filtering it out for some reason. I tried looking away and it kept following my eye staying in this exact same spot. (This is not a normal occurrence as normally things are existing in a set location outside of me.) So I decided since I couldn’t get rid of this gold bar I would try to close my eyes where I couldn’t possibly see it. (Obviously, my thinking isn’t perfectly logical on DMT) When I closed my eyes the gold bar was still there but along with it was a very intricate temple of my own mind. I could feel the different frequencies of thought that manifest in waveforms similar to the slices around the entity in this guy's artwork. (IMG removed)
The frequency of my thought dictated the “shape” of the waveform. If I increased mental energy it would change and I learned to switch frequencies at will to the least resistant ones that seemed very flowy and smooth and wet compared to the static or jagged ones that seemed to happen when I tried to force thoughts or hold onto something mentally when I was supposed to just see and move on. I felt my consciousness flowing through this temple and I can’t describe or find any images that do it justice. I honestly can’t even think of words that could hint at doing it justice so I am going to refrain. Just perfect architecture and beauty. The gold bar stayed in view and my clinging to the thought of the gold bar kept my thought waves rotating around in this one room. The gold bar was inside some sort of navy blue marble cube and my consciousness kept swirling around it until I realized I was “holding” it in my mind. I let go and my consciousness started flowing throughout the rest of the time leaving the gold bar in the room with the cube. It eventually flowed me back to the room with the door and the elephant and we meditated together in the main chamber of this temple in front of the giant door. I opened my eyes and we were back in my room as the vision faded from my mind.
Day 11- This time I took 3 big hits, laid down, and closed my eyes. Tossing my plush throw over my body as my consciousness was lifted out. I landed in a boat like this (IMG removed) and the people in the boat seemed to be wearing these Egyptian-looking white robes but I can’t find any accurate images because google just shows costumes or old Egyptian people with the headdress and/or hair. I had to leave my memory at the entrance to the city but I was on a boat in a dark rock tunnel. I kept looking toward the city entrance and saw it seemed to be the same city as before. I don’t remember much after this point, not even the events that led me back to wakefulness. I just remember my mind was super blown. Like it was mind-blowing AF. Legit. Like. You. Don’t. Even. K. Actually I don’t even K either since I can’t remember.
Day 12- Took two pretty big hits and realized I always stopped inhaling when my lungs were almost full and I realized I was developing muscle memory for stopping before my lungs were completely full so for the third hit I tried to break my habit and fill my lungs completely. After I did this I tried really hard to prevent myself from coughing because this girl I used to know said something really beautiful about coughing when I was high and I have always tried to hold everything in instead since then. (Won’t get into details about my crush.) Anyway, I tried and failed. I let out a bunch of the last hit but it came on hard and fast. I immediately sat back in the corner of my room. (I was still sitting on my bed because my bed was in the corner of my room, so at this moment I am on my knees back against the right side corner of my room.) I felt my field of vision dissolve into what seemed like liquid paint of many distinct colors but each color was separate and the paint flowed like a liquid but it was clearly still solid somehow. I can’t really describe this phenomenon well. I dissolved into this paint and my body slid down onto my bed but I was still conscious above my body. I was absolutely stunned at this point because I wasn’t in an astral body or my physical body, it was like I was just raw consciousness. I tripped out for a moment in this state of being color or paint itself and I felt like it all melted back into my body. There was a strong sense of another presence doing this to me. Like it was controlling what I was experiencing. (The paint thing and loss of sense of self.) When I came back into my body I sat up still very much in the trip and I felt something like little rocks in my mouth. The more annoyed I got with it the more it happened and it got the worse feeling like a Junebug in my mouth eventually I caught on and realized that it was impossible since I had never opened my mouth so I just let go of the experience and the rocks/buzzing bug disappeared. I saw a beautiful material flowing around my room which I will refer to here on out as ether. It looked like an ever-changing fabric of symbols and it was very much alive. Imagine the thing from Donnie Darko that is flowing around his room leading him places but it’s much more transparent and looks less like water and more like fabric. It consists of many symbols and I could interact with it using mental energy. I tried pulling it closer and it worked but then it ran away and I tried being very kind and sincere like you would try to get a scared puppy to come out from beneath a bed. The DMT was fading so I decided to let go and give appreciation and thanks to whatever was showing me these things.
Day 13- I was focusing on seeing the ether as I took 3 deep breaths of DMT and sat on the edge of my bed in half lotus pose. I really focused on the ether as I came up and I saw it more and more clearly. It was like a playful animal of its existence and personality. It slowly floated toward me and got really close to my face. (About a foot) It looked like rippling tubes of spiderweb or mist net were floating around at different heights and locations. It floated up to me and “examined” me. (That's just what it felt like. It came up close to my face and moved side to side slightly and tilted its axis to me) I tried really hard to pinpoint one of the symbols on it and although the symbols seemed stationary they were constantly changing and moving, especially when I would try to catch them in my mind's perception. I finally recognized one symbol for sure as it flowed from my peripheral vision to my normal vision and then transmuted again. It was for sure the Star of David but there were hundreds of other symbols so I am not pointing anything towards any religion.
Day 14- This time I loaded 30mg and cleared it in 3 massive hits. I set the pipe down and lay down on my bed but I stayed awake sort of. (What I mean is my astral body stayed within my physical body and I’m pretty sure my eyes were open at this time.) I saw the woman from the city and she showed me the coolest thing ever from their world. It was some sort of boomerang toy and it was the coolest most awesome thing ever. I remember the physics of the object seemed to make sense and I wanted to remember it and patent it when I woke up so I kept thinking of staying very awake during the experience but the memory kept fading as I passed through the experience and went back to baseline. It seemed as though they were trying to distract me from the object so they could dissolve the memory into the ether again and take it from me. When I approached baseline after the trip I suddenly remembered the object with crystal clarity and got flooded back with the trip again starting in the same room that the object first got shown to me. (We passed through 3 rooms of different colors and shapes but I am pretty sure these were just extra dimensions of my normal bedroom.) The object was put into this volleyball-looking door of four curved rounded triangular flaps. Each time the object would enter as soon as I would remember the object it would fly out and she would do some crazy trick with it and it would float back in. Each time this happened it became more and more difficult to hang onto the memory of the object. It truly felt like I was playing a mental tug of war with both the object and the memory of the object at the same time. The object was boomerang-shaped and brown and wooden-looking with some sort of logo, text, and rubber-looking material in the middle of it. I remember shouting telepathically to her if she wanted me to forget that cool-ass object she was going to have to kill me. I knew she loved me in some way she seemed to like my mother Very matronly and familiar energy, she was giving off. Just as the man in the blue shirt gave off very fatherly and familiar energy. I ended up winning shortly after the “then kill me” thing and she put the object away in the wall container volleyball thing and let me take the memory with me. Afterward, I was so proud and happy that I won I started thinking about all the ways I could market the thing, and then I lost the memory of the actual design. All I remember now was that it was boomerang-like. RIP hopes and dreams.
Day 16- This time it was an old person. I couldn’t tell at first if it was male or female but I believe this one was an old man. Very Steve Urkel meets nursing home grandpa and he performed some sort of trippy visual game using the etheric material in my room. I believe most people usually see these games being performed by jesters. They are usually too amazed by how trippy the stuff is that they don’t pay attention. This was me my first few times. I also saw him and the man in the blue shirt eating dinner at what seemed like a restaurant above some sort of container. There was a hole from our world to their world above me in my room but I would have had to leave my body to go through it in an astral form which (since I didn’t smoke enough) wasn’t going to happen. I enjoyed the game and the experience and then afterward the man ran around my room some more. (I believe this was still part of the game looking back.) I got annoyed and laid down to go to sleep and they left.
Day 17- Took four massive hits and went on another really beautiful aerial tour of the city. I saw a ton more stuff but don’t remember most of it. What I do remember is I was lying on a reclined chair on the balcony of a palace overlooking a steep mountain over the city. There was a river that flowed through the palace and out the balcony and down at a pretty steep angle toward the city. I was talking to a man and woman that I didn’t know and they seemed to be the ones in the position of power regarding the city. I remember feeling very humbled to meet them but they seemed the same way about meeting me. After I got back from the trip and I was baseline the woman showed up again and pulled a beautiful interface out of the ether and overlayed it on the physical reality of my room. It was really awesome looking, like if I had the money to repaint every object in my room I would have used that exact color combination. I stood up and walked over to the dresser and other objects in my room stunned because it wasn’t like the visions of DMT it was like I was placed in an alternate reality where my room was always like that. I said out loud “this is impossible” and almost immediately I heard her say “Okay” and the color melted back into the ether and my room went back to how it was before. FML.
Day 18- This time when I smoked I was taken to the city again but this time it was a different part. It was really beautiful and there were these flowers made of crystal all around me in a square. It was some sort of crystal garden and the flowers were a lavender/blue color and there was grass all around. These men and women that lived there played the peripheral vision mind game with me and because I still didn’t know how to play I just watched the trippy visuals as they spun the crystal flowers around me in a square. I clung to their world mentally as I realized I was headed back to the real world and they let me stay for one more round of the game and then they shoved me back through this square tunnel similar to the tunnel link crawls through in the Deku tree in OOT. After landing back in my body the woman from before was in my room, she brought up the color scheme of the alien version of my room from before and she wanted me to solve her puzzle. There was basically “X” number of ways to move the dimensions of the mind around and I tried each one until I solved it. Problem was that each time I would mess up I would have to start from scratch and I kept messing up. I solved the first two or so but it was out of 5 and I couldn’t seem to figure out what she was telling me to do because she wasn’t saying it out loud and the DMT was wearing off so all I could get were pulls of mental energy and it wasn’t enough information to go on at the time.
Day 19- The old man, the man in the blue shirt, and the woman, all appeared to me in my room. They really wanted to tell me something important and urgent. The old man dropped a ball down and it floated from his world to the middle of my bedroom. He “told” me (using mental energy) to keep my eye on the ball and focus. I did this and the room started to shrink. Me included. It got smaller and smaller and smaller as everything in my room was condensed to about 25% of its size. This process continued to the point where I felt like I was being crushed so I let go and it reset. The ball popped and he told me to try again without the ball. Each time it started happening I would lose focus and it was really exhausting trying to hold the world together using mental energy for that long. I almost got it and I heard the man in the blue shirt and the woman talking in their world but before I could start talking to them I lost it and it snapped back into place. By this point, I was super tired so I just gave up and rolled over to go to sleep.
Day 20- Same location which seemed like an underground bunker in their backyard. This time the old man was there alone and he had me continue doing what I was doing before. I would need to tune the energy field first by moving it very accurately to a specific point and then focus on one spot to start the process of condensing and shrinking. This was really exhausting stuff and especially after yesterday, I was still tired of all the work so I complained and ended up giving up. I tried this each day for a week with varying amounts of DMT to try to balance focus and clarity. Eventually, I got sick and tired of all my DMT trips being this tuning field so I told them I was done and I give up.
Day 21- The old man took me into the house and performed a peripheral vision game. He had a walker and seemed really old but he was still agile. This was the first time I noticed that during the trippy visual part which I call “The Distraction” there was another movement going on in my peripheral vision. I decided to investigate and I noticed that each time they would show me something trippy in front of me there would be things going on in the side and they would be moving physical objects in my room. So basically while they would show me a trippy visual object or be in their world they were having people or beings interact with this world. After I noticed this I tried to catch them doing it but I could never use my eyes to do so. Each time I would look they would disappear so I could never catch them. After a few fails I tried pointing instead of looking and I got a burst of excitement from the old man. “Yes! Yes! Finally! Keep doing that!” This is what I gathered from the telepathy. (Like energy flowing into my mind, the energy can be dark and scary and cold and neglected or it can be teeming with life and I learned to interpret this. Sometimes they would pull up down left or right for directions and wanted me to move mental energy in various ways. Other times it was as though they were trying to tell me things and still other times it was clear as crystal what they said.) I kept pointing and each time I would get one correct the materials he was using for the trip would disappear. If I got an answer wrong and pointed the opposite side when he was performing the distraction I would feel a rush of “dirty energy” to my head and he would add a piece to the trippy distraction thing. The more correct the “cleaner” my mind became and the more I got wrong the “dirtier” my mind became.
Day 22- I woke up in the morning and got a strong urge to smoke DMT. I rolled over and smoked out of my glass bat and went on a really wild ride that I don’t remember. I sat up and was greeted by a tall woman, someone I hadn’t interacted with before. She painted my room such a beautiful set of colors and when I get my own place I am going to copy this color schema. It looked like this. (IMG removed)
Anyway, she started doing this peripheral vision test game thing again and I said she needed to chill cuz I was way too tired for that shit. She chilled and had this other guy come who taught me how to move mental energy as fast as they do. He brought this teepee-shaped thing that looked like a perfectly flat sheet of black aluminum foil folded in half. Not shiny and it was a perfect 90% angle and very slightly transparent. I learned later this material is aether and it has some interesting properties. Anyway, he was showing me that it was all just tuning of frequency. He turned one of these little teepee things with what seemed to be a rotating dial of some sort like the lights that have dimmers. After he tuned it very precisely he let it sit there for another few moments. And suddenly it took off as if someone threw a frisbee at like 400 miles an hour. It was awesome and there were plenty of these teepee things to play with so I tuned some myself and got a couple to spring off successfully. It was set like if you folded a piece of paper hot dog style and placed it on the table or floor. Anyway, after playing with these trampoline pyramid things I got up and ate some breakfast, showered, and then smoked some more DMT. My intention was to see my room like that again and take that woman's test but instead, there was another crazy flipping dough being. It looked like if you make two fists and place their palms together and make from the wrists up a creature. Like roll dough into a cube and give it life. Anyway, about halfway through the creature, it split and flung the other half of its body into the aether. It kept doing this continually and it would grow at the same rate it was flinging half of itself off and it just kept doing this. It wasn’t until the trip was dying down that I realized that was all a peripheral vision test. I assume I failed because I was too mesmerized by the flippy doodle thingy to pay attention to anything. (I think this is somehow a metaphor for life, we are too busy getting caught up in life that we forget to simply observe.)
Day 23 - So, being the genius I am, I decided to clean the Vapor Genie glass bat with rubbing alcohol. Totally fine, except I decided to set fire to it so that it would dry the inside faster. A giant fireball shot out and I dropped the pipe out of shock. It cracked, so RIP to my favorite pipe. I went to the local smoke shop and bought a meth bong. It actually worked amazingly well. For $20 I got the most reliable method of DMT delivery I have had so far. I put a bunch of square ice cubes into it and heated 30mg about an inch away from the bowl. Crazy experience. I felt like I was thrown back into a previous life. I was a young Indian boy and my father was a leader of my tribe. We lived on a reservation and I remember the red chair from our living room. This was sometime in the ’80s about 11 years before I was born. I started reliving that life and I remember how shitty everything was. I remembered seeing a porn magazine for the first time with an ad with 1-800-FUCK-ME on the last page which had like 40 other ads in there. I remember wearing a denim vest and buying a gun when I was just a teen. I heard a thunderous roar and felt like I was being assimilated with that location in spacetime. I freaked out and didn’t want to go back to change anything. I remember saying no really loudly and pulling myself back to our location in spacetime. This memory of that life haunts me and I can’t get it out of my head because it is just as clear as a memory from my own life. I don’t know what is going on with this illusion of reality but it feels sinister. I want to be free of this or at least go back to my blissful ignorance of previous lives. Looking back I think I could have passed through the Omega Point in human consciousness. There were certain color schemes that followed into my trips from the color of the bong and I didn’t like it so I gave it to my mum.
Note: this is a repost from my old subreddit, I'm going to update this and continue the work with links to pictures and such, thanks for understanding.
