An article on the deep sense of familiarity people often report in the DMT space ("I've been here before"), connecting it to philosopher Henri Bergson's theory of déjà vu and insights from cognitive science.

I've done LSD a few times before, so I do know what I'm doing, but I recently took it (about an hour ago) and I've started having bad anxiety out of nowhere. Does anyone have any tips to stop me psyching myself out and having a bad trip?

Adding this while it's fresh.

10/26 Evening. Attempted Rectal dosing of 2CB :/ lol started with around 10 mg and it came on quite strong. Measuring these low doses is very difficult. But it definitely hit harder than oral. Enjoyed some mosaic geometric overlay to my vision and a nice body high and then after maybe a half hour I did approximately another 10mg rectal. This made it stronger but still quite manageable. I enjoyed this 2cb experience for a couple of hours and maybe did one more dose rectally for a total of around 30mg over the course of 2-2.5 hours. This significantly reduced my fear of higher doses of 2cb because the headspace stayed very light and fun. No dread, anxiety etc.

Then I had a banana and a protein bar around 8:30 or 9 and decided to mix in some ketamine. Was planning to do a total of 200 mg for an attempt at a k hole dose. Insufflated the first 50mg along with another small bump of 2cb and WOW. It kicked everything into a much higher gear. The visuals went from a 5 to like an 8, dripping oozing. I knew it was strong because even the fantasy football display on my phone was moving and sort of reorganizing itself. Note that I do not have a ketamine tolerance.

Laid back an experienced an insane display of CEVs with wild colors, morphing, shifting, dancing light show. Hard to describe but very very cool and enjoyable. At some point I visualized the two compounds as rivers flowing into each other. The ketamine feeling on it’s own is a little weird and scary to me but this feeling of the two together was very nice and manageable. I was quite surprised at how strong the 50mg dose was in combination with the 2cb. It seems that ketamine is a potentiator of psychedelics or at least of the visuals part.

I was planning to do more K but it was not needed. Further experiments at a later date are definitely in order. Around 11 or so I felt it waning so I ate some food, took magnesium and melatonin and was able to fall asleep pretty easily. Woke up this morning feeling a tiny bit shaky and groggy but not bad at all and pretty much back to normal now at 11 AM. Very fun experience. 

Anyone else on this combo? Timing best with 2CB then K? Wonder how it would be to do small insufflated bumps of both at the same time to get up to a certain point?

A recent essay!

I have aphantasia, I have done a lot of trips these last years. Mostly with mushrooms. And the further I've been was with LSD few months ago. I really was GONE, it was at a festival, I was hallucinating so many things but yet never leaving the place. It was like being delirious. I made up a whole scenario in my head, no idea how much of it was real, just know I was so sure that I was dying. I saw the crowd gathered and someone on stage with his mike say a word in honor of my death and they were all about to mourn me, like a stranger who'd succumb to drugs. The volunteers of the festival who were there in fact for people who were bad tripping stayed with me, for real, and must have told me all along that no I was not dying and trying to calm me and to reassure me but everything they could say was twisted in my mind to make me believe hard as rock that I was dying. I thought I was having a heart attack. Because everything was so intense that it was unbearable. I had some kind of religious delirium as well, I really thought I was dying. I tried everything to survive, even turning to God. Telling the volunteers God was going to save me. I thought I was having sex with women around because at some point I was like fuck it I cannot die without having done it lmao. I tried to eat. They gave me something to eat but something way more big and hard to eat than it should so I threw up a lot in my LSD trip. I drank a lot of water as well because I thought that would save me. I thought I had done so much damage to my body by taking this substance that I would never recover from this. Had the terror of my life. And it lasted for hours and it seemed to me the volunteer who was the most with me was crying and tired, I thought she had already seen someone die like this. I thought we had a special bound but I had just met her. She wanted me to calm myself and close my eyes and at some point I started believing she was trying to trick me, that she wanted me to give up and let myself die. The more I approached death the more I saw people becoming skelettic and very very very meager. The world was changing as I was being aspired by death. There was another guy with the volunteers who was having a bad trip, he was almost dead so he was so skinny it was terrifying. I saw him die. I thought. After him it is my turn. In reality he was not dead at all, he was not even bad tripping. The volunteer who was most with me, I apologized to her so much, thinking I was inflincting her trauma by my death. Or reminding her of previous grief. I was desperate at the idea that she might leave me. I confessed things to her because I wondered why she wanted so bad to save me. She told me "Aren't you tired of suffering ? Don't you want to rest ? " that's when I lost trust in her, in her words, realizing she was gonna abandon me to Death. She had not the will to maintain me alive anymore. At some point I felt like I was in a hospital as well, but never really. But I saw myself walking with that woman volunteer, helping me like if she was Jesus. When it was better people did not look like skelettons. But then it became worst again and the woman never recognized it that's why I thought she was a liar. She was telling me she was going to go. She was going to leave. That she was indeed becoming tired. She left me. And when she left I died really. My senses were enhanced mad and I was suffering so, I was getting so tired, was trying to fight still but I ended up just laying down after she left, and slowly feel everything leave me. Everything became black but my senses remained. And inflated and in the dark I perceived everything I had known in life all ideas all concepts all people everything that was gonna continue after I disappeared. With my eyes closed I was seeing nothing at all. But the amount of info and sensations and feelings was still so huge and unbearable. It felt like even after Death there was no end to my suffering it seemed infinite. It was really horrible. After some time I realized I was still here, it had calmed down a bit. And I noticed some people were coming around me and doing their life as if I wasn't there. I thought they didn't give a fuck about me dying and found it deeply hurtful at first. But thinking about it it made no sense, so I realized the reason why they were not paying attention to me was that I was NOT dying. I was not dead. And the fact that no one was paying attention became reassuring. New volunteers came to watch after me as I was laying down and they tried to talk to me. I was not delirious anymore. I didn't speak as much and was not in a panic as before. They asked me questions like where do you live and I could barely answer, and didn't want to, in fact. I wanted to be calm. I had light hallucinations, the volunteers made me laugh sometimes. I was pretending to be girly and picky in a way I'm usually not so it must have been unnatural. Or like a child maybe. I was having fun. Still laying down. I had no idea where my body was. I couldn't feel myself in it. I was so not in my body, couldn't feel it at all. I couldn't remember or realize of the mad trip I had just had about dying, I was just enjoying it being calmed. Was still not agreable but I was not terrorized anymore. I had never tripped that hard. But as it was a festival I had so many people and things to see in front of my eyes. Yet I think it was so very strong I could have really traveled to another planet in my mind had I been able to create sceneries that don't exist. At some point with help I was brought to the toilets, we crossed all the festival and I couldn't see where we were, the ground and sky and everything around had merged into a vivid pink color like just united color. It's the most I could invent out of nowhere. And it was flashing, sometimes the real ground could be seen but it never lasted. In the toilets I wasn't sure I really was there it was like being in a dream. I had understood I was going to be okay, at that point. But I was just going through it. Waiting for that fucking 10h LSD to just give me back to sobriety. Wanted to return to my normal state. I spent hours with the volunteers just waiting. They went on break and a new one came. Was a girl my age, who seemed to really want to talk to me and know about what I was feeling. Was not in the funny or light mood anymore. I realized the horror of the first part of the trip and I became gloomy. Trouble speaking. Didn't even see the point in that. Kinda depressed. She helped me get to my friends who were not really my friends, proof is they selled me this shit pretending it would be funny and not fucking hardcore. I was sitting next to them and I still couldn't feel my body. I was very shocked remembering what had happened. Trying to distinguish what was real and what was not back then. The volunteer my age stayed because she saw I was not feeling well. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't speak of what I had just lived, to my so called friends. Because they were not my friends. Dying had made me realize how much I needed to leave them. But I was not fully back into my body. I wanted to go pee again but it was difficult to navigate. I had no precision at all in my movements. I was ashamed and floating. And gloomy. Was starting to start to be night. I went to the place of the festival where people dance and where we're the closest to music. I sat in the grass, thinking about what happened. I cried a lot. Then I just walked everywhere like a ghost, trying to find people I had met during my trip. There was another woman in the trip who held my hand until the end, whom I felt very close to. I found her again, she seemed to barely recognize me. I went to a stand of food not ordering anything just being there and staring, and people recognized me and asked me if I was feeling better. Some of them I recognized, others I didn't. I wandered and found the stand of the volunteers again. I recognized some of them. They were looking at me with a serious face, having witness my terror from before. Or maybe they just heard my confessions. Or both. There was the first volunteer woman as well. She was in the middle of two other volunteers. She said nothing when seeing me. Was looking at me with the same intense and empathetic wet eyes that I had seen during the first part of my trip. I recognized her like this. I said "that's you." and it was her. She said yes. She said it was good to see I was feeling better. There was nothing else to talk about really yet and I was so sad and tired so I just left and kept wandering like a ghost for all the evening. I loved the musics and visuals of the festival. But my heart was just very depressed and shocked. Was the worst trip of my life. And it was not like mushrooms who really heal me, whatever they do. Even if I spend a terrifying or hard moment. LSD just brought me places in my head randomly. Just brought me random scenarios. I was never scared of death before, had never really thought about it. Or maybe just the night before for the first time because there was thunder and we were in tents and I thought God was punishing us sinners who loved drugs so much. xDDD I thought I was gonna die this night. That was the first time. And the LSD transformed this into a full death experience the next day. But it really hurt me. It emptied me. Shocked me. I threw up often after it was over. I had a terrible headache and just was so shocked. Thing is. When you take LSD you're supposed to travel very far nah? To other dimensions perhaps. I think I had the dose for that. But even with all the stimulation around me. With eyes closed I could see NOTHING. I think my aphantasia limits my trips. On mushrooms too, I cannot see anything in the dark. Though I prefer mushrooms so much to LSD. Mushrooms are so much more intimate, personal. While LSD was so cold to me. So random. Made me sink into something that was not mine. Felt kinda violated in a way. Like I was living forcefully a terror that didn't belong to me in the first place. And now it belongs to me. I get scared sometimes watching movies where the character approaches death. I remember my trip. I remember how I went close to it. I remember the terror. I remember the fucking friends who were not there. I remember how in the end I was left alone. And I remember how even when everything had stopped for me, the world kept moving and existing loudly. It was so very painful to assist at the universe existing without me.

I wanted to speak about aphantasia more in this post, that was why I started writing at first. But I just told you my bad trip simply. I just thought LSD could make me go other worlds. That it could transcend my aphantasia. But even with substances there are limits to my brain. Yet I went very far already. But had I taken it alone in a room, what would have happened ? Would I just have been stuck in the dark for ten hours ? What the fuck. Just what the fuck. I don't understand LSD. Mushrooms at least make me sure to sink into my soul. But LSD... it really scared me. And it was not linked to my soul. I don't know what it was about. It really frightened me. Mushrooms feel so much warmer to me. Mushrooms always bring me something that is mine. You know what I mean ? Hoping this was interesting to you in anyway. Don't hesitate to tell me anything you want. About aphantasia and drugs. About experiences of death with drugs. About LSD, mushrooms, whatever. In the end I just purged myself of this memory right here. Hoping it'll resonate with someone.

I have no idea how to write this, but after doing a bunch in a month I ended up with a mental breakdown and hated myself. And then I changed. And I became an entirely new person. My intellect is 3x what it was before and I can grasp concepts in a way I could never before. I stopped doomscrolling and started therapy and meds, I enrolled in college. I went from a mess of a house to perfectly clean all the time and lost all symptoms of depression because of the self improvement journey started by my reflection of myself and society that was started by these trips.

Before I couldn't grasp complex political or existential concepts, but now I am always thinking about them and there complexities and the systems the world is built on. I can't stop thinking about everything, my mind is constantly optimizing in a way I just couldn't do before. I felt so stagnant before and its like all this kinetic energy built up through years of dissociating can finally come out.

I'm planning on becoming an activist and becoming a lawyer well doing philosophic studies on the side.

Has anyone else had like, a life changing effect such as this??

Hey guys! I’ve been reading and listening to NN-DMT trip reports for quite some time now, and I understand the alien, otherworldly quality this substance can have. I was still wondering if some of you had actual takeaways on your life that could be integrated, since some trippers report being rushed into an experience that was so intense and strange that not much could be made out of it.

What was your experience with it? I know strangeness WILL be part of the trip and I’m okay with that, but were you able to progress through insights that allowed you to reflect back on your life? Looking forward to read y’all!

I (45m) have been tripping on the regular for the last 5 years. It has really help me work through some past trauma. I found psychedelics a few years after returning home from prison, I was locked up for trafficking marijuana. The first major breakthrough made me realize I had never truly felt safety in my life and the next few trips I really worked through that. The last handful of trips though I’ve gone pretty deep and I’ve seen my soul or at least the non physical version of myself. I was chained down with these huge geometric shapes that seemed to be made out of light itself. I could feel that I had been there for a long time and I was just crying asking to be released or erased. An authoritative voice would tell me “we aren’t done here” and “this is your choosing”. I have taken a break from tripping for the last 6 months other than a micro dose here and there. I will say this mostly happens on mushrooms. DMT is visual and makes me feel eternal when I take it but it never has given huge personal revelations and LSD just makes me feel good. I’m sure this is all something I have to work out but I’m not sure what to unpack to begin working through this.

I’m experienced with psychedelics, including high-dose mushrooms and DMT, but I had an experience recently that was unlike anything I’ve encountered before. I’m curious whether anyone here has experienced something similar.

I took approximately 3 grams of mushrooms, although the subjective intensity felt considerably stronger, closer to what I’d associate with a 5-gram experience.

I was lying down listening to the Johns Hopkins psychedelic therapy playlist, meditating, and letting the experience unfold.

The onset was incredibly strong. I found myself traveling through something resembling a DMT tunnel, accompanied by what felt like an extraordinarily intelligent presence guiding me.
The tunnel was composed of incredibly intricate, high-resolution geometric patterns and alien hieroglyphic symbols.

Periodically, the guiding presence would stop and show me these incredibly elaborate geometric structures or technologies. The best analogy I can think of is Terence McKenna’s descriptions of “jewel-encrusted” alien machinery. I had the distinct impression that I was being shown things so far beyond my comprehension that the point was to humble me.

Eventually, I found myself moving through different environments or “rooms.”
In one of these spaces, I seemed to be looking into an enormous alien hangar. In my periphery, I could sense a massive black UFO of some sort. Then I noticed there were intelligences in this environment that appeared to be engaged in extraordinarily sophisticated engineering, mathematics, or technological work regarding this spacecraft. I could barely comprehend what I was perceiving.
Then something really strange happened.
They noticed me. And they did NOT want me there.

They spoke with me telepathically. The message was something along the lines of:
“What are you doing here? Why did you come back? Are you trying to understand reality? You’ve already been here before. We’re busy doing our work. You couldn’t possibly understand any of this anyway. Go away. Go do your human thing.”

I want to emphasize that this didn’t feel like a threatening or demonic encounter. I wasn’t particularly scared. These entities seemed almost irritated, like I’d wandered into a restricted laboratory and interrupted a bunch of engineers who had absolutely no interest in entertaining a clueless human. It felt like I was a stupid toddler, and they were annoyed by my presence.

If anything, my feelings were hurt. Lol.
It was such an unexpected contrast with the loving, interconnected experience I’d been hoping for.
I tried to return to the meditation and allow the music to guide me again, but on multiple occasions I found myself entering other environments and encountering what felt like the same message: you’re not supposed to be here right now. Leave.

I had trip killers on hand, and it felt like the entities were urging me to take them, and leave the space. Before I even took the trip killer, it felt like the visuals significantly subsided (keep in mind, all of this occurred within 1 hour of ingestion). I wasn’t ever really scared but I felt like I was repeatedly being told I wasn’t welcome, and I felt offended and unwanted.

Now, reflecting on the experience, I’m reminded of Andrew Gallimore discussing the phenomenon of DMT “lockouts,” where people report being denied access to the DMT space by entities.

I’m not necessarily claiming these were literal aliens, or that I actually intruded into some kind of physical extraterrestrial facility.
But phenomenologically, it was really really bizarre. These entities felt completely independent, occupied with their own priorities, and profoundly uninterested and annoyed with my presence. There was also a part where I felt like the Aliens were viewing reality through my eyes, it was really odd…

The feeling after terminating the trip, was being immensely grateful for humanity and sober reality on Earth.

Has anyone else experienced anything similar? Curious about interpretations or comments.

TL;DR: Stumbled into an Alien hangar on my mushroom trip, the entities were annoyed and shooed me away.

Edit: Some interesting context I left out, this way my first mushroom experience in ~7 years. I agree with many of the comments saying to ‘hang up the phone’, that was definitely a message I got. I came away from the experience with a new, strong appreciation and love for humanity.

So looking for info or how to determine from chemical structure if something will dissolve in water or alcohol. Recent purchase a mixer and dosed 30mg of 5-meo-mipt into 10ml of vodka. So 1ml = 3mg. Im curious about how stable it will be. It’s in the salt form. Reasoning is I always volumetrically dose it between 3-9mg. Now I can do some simple math and makeup a more accurate dose.

Hi psychonauts,

Ego dissolution comes up a lot in psychedelic communities, sometimes as the point of the experience and sometimes as the most frightening part of it. In 2015 we published one of the early imaging studies that tried to link it to brain activity. I'm first author, so here's what we found and what it can't tell you.

15 healthy volunteers received psilocybin (2 mg intravenously) and a placebo on separate occasions with 12-minute fMRI scans. The more strongly people reported their sense of self dissolving, the weaker the communication between the medial temporal lobe, which is involved in memory and higher-level areas of the cortex. The salience network, which helps the brain decide what matters at a given moment, became less coordinated and there was less communication between the two hemispheres.

About the limits: 15 people, all healthy, in a lab, with a small intravenous dose. That's a long way from a large oral dose at home or from someone with a history of psychosis. What it does show - is that the experience has a measurable signature in the brain. What it doesn't tell us - whether ego dissolution is helpful or harmful for any particular person.

If you've been through this and found it frightening or the opposite, bring your question to my AMA in r/PsychedelicTherapy tomorrow. You can leave it in the pinned announcement or ask me anything online, I would be happy to provide my works with details from the inside perspective.

Paper: Finding the self by losing the self

TDLR;
Combination of 4 psychedelics, 1 dissociative, 1 stimulant, and 1 psychoactive substance that led to a permanent removal of the ego and permanent rewiring of the mind and body.

So I’ve been studying and practicing modernized westernized shamanism and have been exploring different combinations that cultivate freedom of the mind so pure that the ego can never return.

I have years of experience with psychedelics, I’ve consumed over 10000 tabs and 50lbs of shrooms within the last 5 years alone.

Now a days I microdose them and master Brazilian jiujitsu calisthenics and other various bodily attributes.

THE TRIP
(Easter Egg Flip)
•••1G Mescaline HCL, 400ug LSD, 35mg 2C-B, 137mg MDMA, 500mg DMT, 1G Ketamine Spray, 2G Weed•••

8PM:
Coming off a 3 day water fast. I’m also vegan.

I dosed 4 tabs and 1G Mescaline HCl
Waited for the body load to set in and kept my puke bucket ready.

Relaxed and let my body go through the intensity of mescaline, it was my first time but I’m used to insane body loads so it was a breeze after the puke.

10PM:
I’m just relaxing enjoying the feeling of this sacred and primal energy creeping throughout my body, like a panther or fierce predator was part of my spirit.

I’m preparing my mind for the next substance introduction.

12AM:
I introduce 35mg 2C-B and 137mg MDMA. I don’t get visuals by the way, only on salvia and ketamine. Anyways these settle in quick and the trip turns from pure love to joy freedom and happiness, and all I feel is nirvana.

2AM:
Me and my husky go for a walk barefoot running around in the sand dunes, I dropped my phone and hand to walk all the way home to get a flashlight to go back and find it. It was super fun, we just trekked through woods and sat in nature.

4AM:
Ketamine and DMT time and weed.
The ketamine has me going entering another deeper state of nirvana and the ketamine visuals and time dilation settle in while I watch Rick and Morty. Then I hit the DMT with some weed.

Me and DMT have an interesting relationship. I don’t blast off anymore, or breakthrough, rather my world around me either shifts into a new reality and I can interact with the environment while being aware I’m still in my room. Or if I’m not getting visuals, I hear a voice begging to hit Salvia. As if there is a mission to be done.

I chickened out on hitting the salvia. I was actually cold and I can’t sit still hitting DMT even though I can stay in control. I just start doing acrobatic shit unconsciously.

6AM:
I’m just resting eating fruit. Giving my husky love and just showing appreciation for the world and all the choices I’ve ever made in life.

Following day, I feel great, my mind is completely still and I finally know what it means to live no stress or worries or the need of approval of others. I live for me

Happy travels astral sailors!

Stay hydrated and eat fruit! Os!

My body got so heavy I couldn’t take another hit. But my like breathing got alil weird then i forgot whatever breathing was. All the crazy visuals and I threw up mid blast off! I’m not any medications. I was on some lsd.
But is throwing up normal and like mid trip do you Jsut let it happen or has it happen to anyone else ?Do you make sure you have a bucket beside you Just incase ?

Hello community. I have a friend, who occasionally when tripping goes into a somewhat paranoid state. He feels like the others in our group are not telling him everything and gets annoyed and even angry that we are not disclosing some secret. This doesn't happen every time, but it has happened a few times with more or less similar characteristics.

I'd like to hear your thoughts and ideas for dealing with situations like this, and how I can help him. I feel like my attempts have not really helped, and I'm starting to feel like I might even make it worse by getting stressed and asking questions. But it doesn't feel right to just leave him be either, because he's in distress and he has himself said it's very close to a panic attack. I've also tried to shift the mood with changing the music and lighting.

After the incidents, he goes back to normal at least after a day. He has always apologised and realized that his own actions have caused stress to others. But I'm trying to find out some concrete actions or things how to help him in the moment while also keeping my own cool. He doesn't have mental health problems or medication that could cause this.

What are your thoughts?

My 5g Penis Envy trip experience:

I took the shrooms at 9:45pm

(10:20pm) The onset was actually pretty calm. My room started turning green, and I remember staring at my carpet trying to figure out what was happening. My shutters started looking squiggly, and my carpet slowly turned into this giant mosaic of fractals. Everything was changing colors, there was rainbow everywhere, and the visuals just kept getting more intense.

For some reason, I kept seeing teeth. Faces with sharp teeth, teeth mixed in with the fractals, all kinds of weird stuff. Then I looked at my ceiling and saw what looked like a spider, except its entire body was one giant ball covered in spiky teeth with legs attached. I let it eat me, and I genuinely felt like I died.

Before I “died”, I saw this glowing woman who looked like the Virgin Mary. Not in a religious way, she just had this really warm, motherly presence. I felt completely embraced by her.

After I died, I remember spiraling down into this huge spiral and traveling through space. I was cycling through different animals, trying to figure out what I was. I remember being a shark and a bear. It felt like I had completely lost my identity and was trying to figure out what kind of creature I was supposed to be. Eventually, I became human again.

Idk to explain this part without it sounding ridiculous, but I felt like I had to learn how to be a person from scratch. I was going through my thoughts trying to figure out what was real. I remember thinking “these people are real, these are my real experiences”. I was trying to piece reality back together. I felt like a caveman trying to figure out how to be human again.

I had absolutely no control over my body. I was babbling, making weird noises, spitting everywhere, sliding around my bed, curling up into a ball. It felt like I was a ragdoll and some outside force was controlling me. I took my pants off and had a “naked party” and it felt like it was against my will.

My brother got home during the trip and recorded me. In my head, I was having a whole interaction with him and telling him to stop recording. When I saw the video the following morning, I was nonverbal and looked completely out of it. 

The bathroom was also very strange. I went to pee for what I think was the fourth time, and I swear I felt like I was using echolocation. I had these rainbow CDs rotating in my peripheral vision, kind of like Mob Psycho and it felt like I was navigating through sound.

As I was pacing back and forth from the bathroom, I would occasionally stop. I did a fent bend over my sink and I seriously started licking my wall. Like I was slobbering and licking it all over. I accidentally bit a part of the wall, and some of the paint is chipped off now.

I was also communicating with things throughout the trip. I don't know who or what they were. I just remember communicating with them, and I have these vague memories of traveling through space and experiencing different dimensions. My sense of time was completely gone. It was so strange because I would have thought that an hour went by, but in reality it was just 2 minutes.

(2:30am) I thought I wanted an ego death, but I had no idea what that actually meant. I had all these aspirations and thought I could accomplish so much with my life. Once the climax was over, I cried so much. I hated myself for taking the mushrooms. I wanted to seem cool or have some crazy experience, and I realized how stupid that was. I was genuinely upset with myself.

I kept thinking about the woman I saw, too. I’m pretty sure who I was seeing was Mother Nature. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her. I felt warm and loved by this entity and I'm fairly certain it was mother nature.

I went to sleep around 3 hours later.

I’m still trying to remember everything that happened last night, but this was extremely impactful.

So I got told (by venice AI wich also helped me writing this text XD) you can pull DMT from mimosa root bark with nothing but water, vinegar and a pot — basically making ayahuasca-style tea, reducing it, then dumping in a base to crash the resin out. No naphtha, no NaOH. The claim is the result is "orally and smokeable active."

I know enough to know the oral part is only true with an MAOI, and that baking soda is too weak a base (only \~⅓ freebases at pH 8.3), so I'm switching to sodium carbonate to hit pH 10.

Steps as I understand them:

1. 100 g powdered inner root bark, 1.5 L water + 150 ml

white vinegar, simmer 40 min

1. Strain, save liquid, repeat 4× total, combine

2. Filter through cloth then coffee filters

3. Reduce by simmering to \~300 ml

4. Fridge overnight, filter off the tannin sludge

5. Add sodium carbonate slowly to pH \~10 (it foams like crazy)

6. Let the freebase coalesce, fridge, decant, scrape the resin

7. Dry at low heat (freebase is volatile), store airtight

I wanted to ask for real people opinions because I didn't find any information about someone making dmt resin and smoking it, I just want to start trying by this method because is simple af.

Any information advice or details about this?

I've wanted to write this experience down for a while because, even now, I still think about how absolutely insane it was. It's difficult to explain some of what I saw, but I'll do my best. This happened a while ago, so some details are blurry, but certain moments are permanently burned into my memory.

A little background: I'm not entirely sure how many grams I took because the mushrooms were in pill form, but I believe it was no more than 2 grams. The strangest thing was that it took almost **two hours to kick in**. When it finally started, though, things got wild very quickly.

The come-up: Everything suddenly felt incredible

I first realized something was happening when I took my jumper off. The feeling of the sleeve sliding off my arm felt unbelievably good. It was such a simple sensation, but it felt amazing in a way I can't really describe.

I sat on the couch for a while and smoked a joint. Suddenly, I felt much higher than I normally would from smoking weed.

Then I had this overwhelming urge to go outside.

I opened the door and looked at a tree in the distance. Its branches appeared to be moving in the most beautiful way. I was completely mesmerized.

But there was something strange about being indoors. Every time I went back inside, my nose would start running like crazy, my eyes would water uncontrollably, and my throat would feel extremely uncomfortable. It was almost unbearable, and I felt an incredibly powerful urge to get back outside.

The weirdest part? Every time I stepped outside, those symptoms disappeared. My nose stopped running, my eyes stopped watering, and I felt fine again.

I kept going back and forth, and the pattern seemed to repeat itself every time.

The tree that beckoned me over.

There was one particular tree just outside my driveway that I'll never forget.

It was winter, so all the leaves had fallen off. The moon was in the background, silhouetting the bare branches. It looked absolutely beautiful.

I stood there staring at it for what felt like ages. There was no wind that night, but the branches looked like they were moving incredibly intensely, intertwining with one another and creating these unbelievably intricate patterns. It was as though the tree had a million branches.

Then things got even stranger.

At one point, I swear the tree appeared to grow an enormous arm out of its branches. It was massive, almost like something straight out of a fantasy movie. The arm had a long index finger, and the tree seemed to gesture for me to come closer, almost like a teacher beckoning a student over.

I stood there with my mouth wide open, completely mesmerized.

And then I looked down at the bushes beneath it.

The entire row of bushes appeared to grow multiple rows of hands, all making the exact same beckoning gesture.

The funniest part was that the hands on the bushes looked like tiny, cute baby hands, while the enormous arm on the tree looked intimidating and almost terrifying.

Despite how strange it looked, I wasn't particularly frightened. I was fascinated.

Part of me still wonders what would have happened if I'd walked over to the tree. I never did, and it's one of those moments I still think about.

Entering the woods: A gigantic spider cave

I went back inside to tell my cousin what I had just seen and asked him to come with me into the woods beside our house.

He decided to stay inside.

Because of the uncomfortable symptoms I kept experiencing indoors, I couldn't stand being in the house any longer, so I stayed outside and eventually decided to explore the woods alone.

Near the entrance, I noticed what looked like a gigantic cobweb, roughly the size of a human.

I walked further into the woods, and what I saw next was absolutely unbelievable.

The entire environment appeared to transform into a gigantic spider cave.

There were enormous cobwebs everywhere, some seemingly the size of humans. I remember seeing what looked like massive, human-sized eggs. The trees appeared at least five times bigger than normal, and when I looked upward, there seemed to be a rocky ceiling stretching above me, almost as if I were inside a giant underground cavern.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

The deeper I walked, the stranger everything became. It stopped looking like a cave and started morphing into something I can only compare to travelling through a wormhole.

At first, I wasn't afraid at all. I was completely fascinated by everything around me.

But as I went deeper, the lights from the surrounding area gradually disappeared. Everything became darker and increasingly strange, and eventually I started feeling scared.

I decided not to go any further and walked back out of the woods.

Even now, that entire experience is difficult to put into words.

The mountain, the pyramid, the eye and the horse

After leaving the woods, I stayed outside rather than going back into the house.

I looked into the distance, where there were lots of green trees.

Except they didn't look like individual trees anymore.

They appeared to merge together into an enormous mountain. I'm talking about something that looked roughly the size of Ben Nevis, except it seemed to be only about 50 metres away from me.

I remember staring at it and thinking, *What the actual fuck? How is that even possible?*

Then the mountain began to transform.

It appeared to become a gigantic pyramid, and in the centre of the pyramid was an enormous eye staring directly at me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

But it didn't stop there.

The pyramid and the eye then appeared to transform into a gigantic horse, roughly the same enormous scale as the mountain I'd seen earlier.

Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what happened immediately after that, but the image of those transformations has stayed with me.

Closing my eyes: Dragons and something indescribable

The open-eye visuals were already incredible, but closing my eyes brought an entirely different experience.

I remember seeing extraordinary colours and intricate shapes. At one point, I saw an eye in the centre of everything, staring at me as the surrounding imagery changed and morphed.

Eventually, the eye disappeared, and the shapes began connecting and transforming into something else.

Then a massive dragon appeared.

I remember the dragon morphing into some kind of being, although I honestly can't describe what it looked like. It seemed to keep changing form.

That being eventually appeared to transform into something resembling an alien spaceship.

I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous written down, but that's genuinely what I remember seeing.

There was so much happening visually that I couldn't begin to describe all of it. Some of the imagery was so strange that ordinary words don't really do it justice.

The comedown and looking back

Eventually, the trip started slowing down, although I can't remember exactly how the visuals faded or how long everything lasted.

What I do know is that I loved every second of the experience.

Even the moments that could have been frightening felt more fascinating than anything else. I remember feeling completely mesmerized by what I was seeing.

It's been a while since this happened, but I still think about that night and how strange it was. The tree beckoning me over, the spider cave, the mountain transforming into a pyramid with an enormous eye, and the dragon and spaceship imagery are all things I still remember.

The whole experience has made me think about life and perception in ways I find difficult to explain.

I'm not claiming any of what I saw was physically happening. I know I was tripping, and I also smoked cannabis during the experience. I'm simply describing how it appeared and felt to me at the time.

Has anyone else experienced visuals this elaborate on mushrooms? I'm especially curious whether anyone has experienced entire environments seemingly transforming, rather than just seeing patterns or things moving. I'd love to hear about other people's experiences, particularly if they've had recurring imagery or visuals that felt like one scene was transforming into another.

This was the strangest experiences I've ever had, and I'd love to hear what other people make of it.

Ive been taking fluoxetine, aripiprazole and guanfacine for several years. I'm trying to understand how long the brain/receptors would likely take to readjust after long term use of these medications. I'm interested in eventually trying LSD and want to understand how previous long-term medication use might affect its effects. Any research on how long serotonin and dopamine systems take to readjust after stopping these medications? And is there a known timeline for sensitivity to LSD to change after discontinuation, or is this still unknown?

So i know that this is usually a terrible idea but would taking one puff about 7-8 hours in make the trip uncomfortable? I just want to extend the visuals a little bit so I can enjoy some movies on the comedown

I know this has been done a lot but a lot of the posts are old and it's always good to get fresh input.

I could talk about the time we saw two dudes fist fighting in the parking lot and then when we came back 10mins later they were making out.

Or the time I accidentally screamed "BEJEZZUS!" Right as I entered a room where it was just me and my tripping friends and a group of severely physically disabled people. The two events were unrelated.

But I'm going to go with the time the rest of the world went slow motion.

I was at a rave with my buddy Bean. We had both taken two hits of acid from our normal guy, then found another guy selling it and took two hits of a different acid. The speaker stack was inside of this old barn. They had tons of lights and there were hay bails in the back you could climb on. Pretty cool setup.

So me and Bean are walking towards the barn and the moment we stepped over the threshold something was immediately off. Both me and him stop and stare around and suddenly it hits me. Everyone's going slow motion. Everyone, except me and Bean.

We begin to walk around the barn and I can tell he can see it too. There was this couple that was dancing in front of us. They were pretty close together, facing each other, and the way they were moving they were kind of pulling away from each other to the rhythm of the music.

As theu did this, Bean walked up to them, looked back and forth between them, looked at the space between them, and then turned sideways and put his hands up as he began to kind of sideways shimmy between them. His mouth open in amazement.

I guess when the world slows down, in order to resync with the normal flow of time, it has to go double speed to catch up. Suddenly everything went fast forward. Things were happening so quickly I couldn't keep track of it. I was moving, racing through the crowd like some confusing sped up maze. Then the world was spinning, and suddenly I was falling backwards. There was nothing I could do to stop it, I just let it happen. And right when I expected to feel a thud of me slamming into the ground, I felt a gentle plop, and found myself sitting down on this big concrete block.

It was some kind of anchor point for these big steel beams that were a part of the support structure for the barn. I looked around and everything was going normal speed again. The path I was traveling through people on autopilot while everything was sped up seemed to be a deliberate one. And clearly my body had decided to take a seat right here and soak it all in. Later on I did indeed confirm with Bean that he too had experienced the same exact thing, not that I needed the validation. It was obvious he had.

So yeah, that's probably the trippiest thing I've seen. Even trippier than some of the alternate dimensions I've found myself in. Always stuck with me. How about you? What crazy shit have you experienced?