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I had vaped DMT twice before on this day and this third go around came after a break of several hours.
The first experience was 11 mgs with not much to bring back other than I was on a bizarre landscape with these beams of light coming down from the sky or ceiling. Anthropomorphic entities were rushing towards these beams and when they entered the beams their limbs multiplied and they became hyper-spiders.
I don’t have much more to report other than picking up another English word in the rainbow blinking marquis and that word all in caps was CATS.
My second experience was with 17 mgs. Also not a lot to report. The marquis were everywhere and spinning into disks and other textures. I wound up in a pink hilly space full of these marquis and alien structures and entities telling me to freaking breakthrough already LOL. A bit creepy. Yet also tempting to increase the dose.
My third experience was 22 mgs. Please keep in mind I am older and profoundly sensitive to drugs so it basically hit me like a solid 44 mgs.
In coming back to DMT I have tried higher doses - 23 and 25 mgs. 25 mgs yielded the Heaven and Hell Inside My Head report but my memory of it was not even at half of the level of intensity the current experience. The thing about this 22 mgs is I had really refined my vaping technique at this point and I vaped it fast and hard, getting most of it in on the first hit, holding a long time and lightly coughing (rare for me with DMT - good hit!) visible vapor, then finished it off with a decent second hit. The third hit was clear - no visible vapor.
It started immediately and was undeniable and irresistible.
It started with me rocketing down these sinusoidal paths at about Warp 9. They were square bordered corridors, in a blacker than black, shiny tone that had vertical dividing lines and colorful multi-fasceted . . . things . . . inhabiting them. I could not control my path as I shot through these tunnels. I could see it split off into other dimensions, left and right, up and down and off to diagonals but I just kept warping in an uncontrollable manner.
I got the strong sense I had taken too much. I tried to mentally buckle up, as I know this is part of the bargain and can happen at any time. I also knew I only had one person to blame.
Ever since I was privileged to spend about 12 years living with a gorgeous, regal, highly intelligent and friendly brown street cat I have had a great love for and appreciation of the color brown and all of its’ hues.
I made it to the end of the tunnel network and it’s hard to describe but the tunnels just started opening up and expanding and suddenly I was in a layered bright circular, glowing and shining brown landscape, that was divided not only in terms of horizontal layers but also had vertical subsections. There was a DEEP and powerful sense or feeling of deja vu. Some time, some life, some when, some dimension, I had been here before. My perspective was from the outside of the sphere or curve. In other words, the whole landscape was curving towards me in a convex manner.
Each subsection was inhabited by an extremely pushy and alien entity. These entities were compact, mechanical, square or boxlike and had a lot of protruding and moving objects. They were bright and colorful, radiating light and interest and dominance.
This “landscape” was rolling towards me very rapidly and in repititive waves, with the motion being top to down. It would rapidly roll forward, I would see the dividing lines and the divisions would resolve into individual entity rooms. The boxy, machine entities would see me, rush forward with all kinds of prody, pokey, protroding rods, wires, cones, mechanical eyes and more.
I kept trying to ask them for help for Nemo and I but that was not going over well in this space. They were NOT taking requests. They were very VERY interested in who had dropped into their highly organized world and really wanted to know more about me. Their intentions were good, it was just so high paced, frenetic and INTENSE. Absolutely overwhelming.
The space was exquisitely beautiful, alien and operating on a much higher, much more organized level that was very fast and vibrational than consensual reality. The word filters when applying to consensual reality and the concept of being stripped of all filters was perfect in this situation. I was as psychically naked in there as someone who still has an “I” left could be.
There was no sense of the sacred or numinous here. Rather just an excessively alien realm completely jacked up on an overwhelming level of speed and intensity.
The brown layers were very highly polished and had an inner glow or light as was everything on the entities and there was a sense of openness or vastness about the space. The body load was massive. My heart was pounding, my hands were curling into claws, or so I thought.
My husband said I did moan and groan a bit. If asked I would have said I was gasping for breath and exhaling in a way that made “phew!” sounds.
I kept trying to not panic and would try to fall back on peace, love, healing, acceptance, integration, intentionality, my personal mantra. I’d make it to acceptance (good!) then just loose it (and myself for a bit) as I got OVERWHELMED by the vision. This happened more than once with the competing/partitioned thought of, “Well this would be an interesting way to die.” Also telling the entities I loved them but goodbye because I probably wasn’t going to be able to dose at this level again soon. I knew exactly how I had gotten there - it was my choice and action.
The situation eventually changed and I was in a very tall, rather tight vertical space with entities and machines that were all moving to the left in a circular manner. The vibe was pure party. The more I was there the more I started to smile and chuckle. It’s like I was being injected with a bit of ecstacy. I don’t mean MDMA. I mean the refined, purified SOURCE of ecstacy. I got a mental injection.
I wound up in an odd miniature “play” city with spinning, circular pastel rings that were inhabited by little entities, vehicles and habitations. Everything here was pastel, small and toy or play like. I realized that the brown geometry alien machine entities had sent me to hyperspace preschool because I JUST COULD NOT TAKE IT!
Again the emotion was of HIGH humor. The ecstacy injection effects were lingering.
It was about at this point in Shpongle’s I am You that the line came up, “I always take just a little bit too much . . . oh my Grandmother would kill me!” This is where I started kind of laughing out loud. I realized at that time I had lost the music for awhile. It was good to be back at such a humorous point.
I was also being brushed by weird tactile hallucinations as my full body sense returned.
When I first opened my eyes the room was coming back but shimmered as if broken up into giant rainbow raindrops.
As I sat up to type my body control was difficult, typing was slow and plodding, single word, pause, single word. This improved at a steady rate.
I was left a bit shaken and overwhelmed, yet laughing. That was definitely enough DMT for today.
The day after I feel calm yet oddly close to death. Apparently I took a big chomp out of my left cheek while in hyperspace.
I am just trying to take things in and breathe. The memories of yesterday are very immediate and intense. This is going to take a little time to process/integrate.
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I have a light work month and the opportunity to vape DMT if I so desire. My intentions remain ongoing. I am working on existential issues, getting a handle on anger and making direct asks for help for my husband (Nemo) if I make any direct entity contact.
I smoked a blast of fb harmalas first and am not sure of the dose. I had a 15 mgs misfire where I got some of it but it was less than 10 mgs dosed then I added 11 mgs to the pipe and tried again (both harmalas and DMT). So this trip was probably in the 15 to 20 mgs range.
10 mins in
The details were insane and memories are difficult.
It started dark but then opened up into a fantastic opened blue room that was constructed of sheets that looked like trapezoids, somehow making the whole room kind of look like a 3D rhombus. This royal blue room was filled with the alien marquis spinning and carving all kind of weird shapes and pathways and taking pieces of the room with them.
I wound up sliding up against a weird shiny grey robot. It was crude, almost 1950’s style, made of rectangular and square blocks. Think a large rectangle for the abdomen with a square for the head and two smaller rectangles for legs, etc. That kind of robot.
The robot had circlular plates on his chest, face and other parts that had other items of small geometry on them with lots of weird pieces spinning or floating away. The robot was shiny grey with the circular plates being kind of a lighter grey tone and the pieces of geometry or hyperspatial circuitry were done up in bright pastel tones - pinks, purples and blues.
I got taken on a hyperspatial tour of a bizarre and happy landscape. I was “transported” to this landscape in some weird, crazily overfilled conveyance. Like something between a tractor trailer truck and a bus, it was open air and filled with hyperspatial junk, mostly large pieces of brown 3D geometry, predominantly cylinders, cones and spheres. They were dull. Not inner lit. No polish. They were being hauled away as hyperspatial junk.
My brother who lives with me is a professional junk hauler so it is kind of fun that I hitched a ride on a hyperspatial junk hauler vehicle.
The bizarre and happy landscape seemed contained, indoors or underground. Again blue was the main color but this time it was lighter and better lit. Anthropomorphic entities were abundant and in wild motion. Two dancing ones caught my attention.
I was shown to a fantastic, rectangular building constructed of glowing white panels and roof with thin black cylinders creating dividing lines between the wall panels. The roof panel was low. If my hyperspatial body was 5 feet 7 inches then the ceiling was 5 feet, 8 inches. Weird, happy entities opened the door and were using telepathy and body language to give me a very friendly and welcoming invitation to enter the building. They radiated pure joy.
It was the Egyptology Museum in hyperspace. There were hyperspatial plinths and like boxes made of light with items from Ancient Egypt. stone heads, ushabti’s, images of Gods and Goddesses, etc. But, it started changing and the boxes were breaking open and weird indescribable items of orange and green light were emerging, chevron like shapes, expanding. Everything was changing, the building was breaking apart.
Things broke down a bit and so did my memory. I do remember a most fascinating tunnel or cone of very bright, inner lit pinkish purple hues - inside of the cone were three other cones and inside those were strips of amazing and colorful psychedelic light shows. I recall thinking how the F could my mind come up with this, even on a drug?
After more indescribable and difficult to remember touring, I landed in front of two adolescent males on what looked like a sports field, as if they were just hanging out on a Summer’s day. I asked them if they could help Nemo and they looked confused so I let it go and soon they kind of broke up and dissolved and I wasn’t seeing much other than alien marquis which quickly faded.
In a way this trip feels kind of like a gorgeous nothing burger to me. It is the day after and I feel fantastic, am glad I did it and will do it again soon, maybe even today.
But I’m not sure I made any forward progress or that it has any meaning. Some DMT trips are like that for me. Frankly about 2/3. I do think it’s kind of cool how stuff from my everyday life (my husband is fascinated with Egyptology and my brother is a junk hauler) kind of seeped in.
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My husband is not a member here but goes by the name Nemo Amicus, Nemo for short. He has a lot of medical issues and problems.
Also, please remember I am old enough to be a grandmother and these days am profoundly sensitive to psychedelics. So 15 mgs. DMT hit me like a large dose hits younger folks.
Although I am not a fan of the extended comeup with harmalas I decided to smoke a dose before going in again to calm myself down a bit.
Large eyeballed smoked harmala dose followed by 15 mgs DMT
Back after 10 minutes - this was a good choice.
The come up was surprisingly easy as was letting go. I could definitely feel the harmalas. It felt much more organic.
I started in a gigantic “room” that was also like being on an undulating purple hillside made up of weird sections (that reminded me of closeups of human skin - the diamonds and other shapes) with perpendicular pieces of line geometry semicircles of various colors throbbing up and down, some higher than others, at various angles, within the borders of the weird sections. The “ceiling” was similar and these floor and ceiling surfaces were undulating closer and closer together. Nearly touching in the far background, which was also higher up the hill and a bit more opened up closer to my perspective which was closer to the base of the hillside. Also in the far background I could see tiny moving marquis near a distant wall and I could hear the tinnitus sound.
There were all kinds of little bugs, small flying things, floating blobs of . . . “information” helping to fill this space. There were flying entities and entities standing on the hylozoic “ground.”
Letting go of body worries was as easy as a thought then they were gone and I was fully immersed in the trip. I literally didn’t think about my breath. I didn’t need to.
When the “floor” and “ceiling” surfaces merged, I/my perspective kind of got squeezed into a different space, a much more mechanical space, with like (old toy set from the 1970’s and beyond) Erector Set pieces made up of bright white light with other pieces of red, yellow, lots of blues and other inner lit colors. There were odd structures all around.
I was looking at an object on the “floor” that at first looked like it was made of beams of this hyperspatial Erector Set of light stuff arranged into a circle formation (radiating around a central point) with a line of beams leading away from the main circle in a kind of curved formation. When I looked at it beams began to shift position. Four beams moved perpendicular and many more formed a spiky formation on the end away from the curved part. The object was doing a kind of situp and flipping over.
I suddenly realized it was an exquisite, very angular hypercat on its back - the moving beams formed its’ legs and it’s face/whiskers. It was delightful and seemed happy to see me. It’s giant tail made of white light was moving in the happy friendly way that cats’ tails do. It suddenly curled up and blocked my vision. I fell behind it and slid into and drifted down a “hallway” that had alive, constantly changing walls, ceilings and floors that led to another “room”
I met an odd bureaucratic, female snake like entity with an amazing, self-transforming head and hat. The edges of her body were dark green, but her inner sections were golden. Her head was large, flat, circular and light grey-green with lots of small blue and purple triangular and other shaped pieces that were flying off, moving in time to the music or changing/evolving.
She was sitting at a desk made of a large oval of transparent light and the desk was kind of floating in space. There were other entities just like her with desks just like hers behind her floating in well lit space for as far as I could see. These other entities had desks exactly like the snake lady in the front and similar styles of bodies and heads, but just like our customer service representative their faces were rapidly and wildly transforming. So although they were all the same, they were also all different and changing.
I asked her if she could help Nemo and I? I used my voice. I did this because this really felt like alien contact. Like I was in a sacred, alien room where requests were processed infinitely and the vibe was friendly as well as bureaucratic, so I figured, why not?
My perspective was forced upwards into her hat which exploded into its’ own hypercity of fantastic depth and detail. It was very high tech and mechanical, very brightly lit with lots of flat metallic strip-like parts moving in sinuous arc like motions throughout. The surface of these weird arcs also had stuff and scenes happening on their surfaces, some of which would fly off.
I was way beyond the peak now and things were starting to both break down and kind of come in waves. I did see a different kind of hyper-mechanical cat that was part of a brown wall full of lights and just pulsing energy into its environment.
I was pleased by both the strong effect, the ease of letting go, the comfortable, organic feel of the experience and the strong feeling of having made actual contact with the snakelike entity. As to whether she will consider or submit or move my case up her bureaucracy remains to be seen.
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My intention is ongoing. I am still having problems with anger and existential concerns. I need to work on these things even though I live with someone who keeps causing a tsunami of stressors.
150 mgs fb harmalas with lemon juice and water.
11 mgs fb DMT
Gentle alert on the harmalas after 40 mins. Feeling a bit intoxicated and shaky. Few mins later feeling warm and a bit tripped out.
Decided to try the DMT 30 mins after the alert. Cannot say I am experiencing much fear or anxiety. There is a kind of distance offered by the MAOI state.
I worked on quieting my mind with a blindfold and had CEVs of a feminine hand with a rotating silver ball above the palm side up. Her long fingers were moving to keep the sphere balanced and spinning in time to the music.
Soon after I vaped the 11 mgs. For once the first hit was the biggest and I held it for at least 18 seconds, probably more.
Back after 16 mins. Might have stayed longer except for a feline intervention.
Really hard to remember and impossible to accurately describe metallicized strips of texture that were rainbow and glowing with electric radiance, constantly changing.
Amid these textures were these reaching, feminine hands.
The comeup was difficult. My intentions were jettisoned at light speed.
I felt like I was dying AND watching my mind split into EVERY possibility. Every moment, split into a cube and the cubes split into others. On the surface “screens” of these cubes were scenarios from my life. Every hard decsion caused another bunch of cubes to form. Like what if I were to stop trying to surrender and just rip the blindfold off and freakout. . .
There were many of the spinning marquis. Many of them had English language letters, but no words to read.
I felt like was experiencing an extended slow death.
My memories aren’t great but I do recall attempting to sharply focus on one of these marquis to see if I could read anything and as my vision/perspective got closer I quickly became increasingly astonished to realize that on these strips of living material were whole miniature cities! Tall buildings, public transit and lots of entities.
As I approached and started noticing the buildings, vehicles and people the whole thing kind of looked like Larry Niven’s Ringworld but as I got closer and closer, everything got larger and I lost the sense of thing on a curving strip of material and was just IN the micro city.
Still in the micro world of the marquis I travelled briefly on an odd kind of coach. I saw no leading animals. The coach was white with a lot of yellow panelling, everything was lit internally and changing, moving with the music. The coach had large, white, spoked, bejeweled wheels and bumped along doing the whole hyperspatial party thing.
I realized that if this is another dimension or just an intoxicated brain state, that the DMT effects were happening at all levels of size.
The coach arrived and I ascended with a “family?” of entities into their 2nd storey apartment. Yet my perspective simultaneously remained outside of the building.
Parked outside the apartment, apparently not subject to the laws of gravity, was a little spaceship. This spaceship was kind of like an egg shape but the ends, rather than rounded, came to tight little points.
On the top center of the egg-shaped ship was an opening and I watched the “son” entity get in and the ship started to move towards me, bobbing along as if on a tempest sea. By the time it had halved our distance the entire front of it turned into weird, staring eyes.
As it got closer it began to move backwards in time. It was bobbing along and all kinds of stuff was flying off of it in all different directions. It would shed a layer, then look like it was from the past, then show it's new form and start having stuff flying off until it shed another layer and looked like it was from deeper in the past. By the time it reached me it looked like it belonged in the 17th Century.
Eventually I reassended to the normal sized realm and my visions started becoming a lot less clear. A giant vortex, with lots of mouths coming out of it. Tunnels and doors.
What really broke things up for me was my cat, Nefer, jumping onto the bed, climbing up me and sitting on my chest, kneading biscuits. When I took the blindfold off she looked totally tripped out.
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Thanks always for your detailed reports , your knack of recalling such forgives and maintaining such awareness in that realm leaves me inspired. Though the intentions were jettisoned, do you feel anything was resolved?have you done vaporausca many times? I was only successful once and was astonished... View More
Thank you for reading. Nothing is fully resolved as this is a marathon not a sprint. But, the days after have been very good, very calm.
This is the only time I did vaporhuasca. I suspect I may have stayed at least 5 mins more if not for my delightful cat.
I have finished work early today and even though it’s only been 3 days I have been thinking about going back a LOT. I want to be able to take enough to get a spinning marquis and see if we are back to alien language or if there are any more messages.
But, I find myself lacking in guts.
So, I thought I would try a warmup dose of 10 mgs. It turned into so much more.
7 mins in. Perhaps a scale error. Perhaps some residue from the last trip, though before that one I had thoroughly cleaned my GVG. It seemed like the effects were more than 10 mgs could offer but I am coming to learn that in this older phase of life I am more visionary than ever.
I know eyeballing is no gauge but my DMT has been finely chopped endless times by a razor to create a fairly even looking powder. Not much of this powder was dumped into the pipe. It looked like the kind of quantity that engendered no overt anxiety.
The comeup involved very little conscious body load. There was a black background and a multicolored spinning geometric gigantic flower that I kind of fell into.
In very little time I was taking a zero-G tour through an odd 3D sinuous space full of polished, passive. anthropomorphic, gender free or gender fluid entities sitting on thrones against the walls.
The word “room” is incorrect. It was more like a wide bore 3D sinuous kind of tunnel. Think of being inside a 3D underground ant colony, what those tunnels might look like. I got a tour through this space with no volition or control. I floated by and around but could not control speed or direction.
I heard my husband make an odd sound and very much wanted to ask, “Are you okay?” but could not gain control of my throat or mouth at all. I soon let this go, hoping for the best (all was well).
The complexity of all the polished, well lit rainbow stuff coming off of these guys was ridiculous. They looked amazing, gorgeous and ridiculous at the same time.
There were strips or layers of material on their faces mainly of lavender and blue colors. These thin strips of material hugged the shape of their faces. Within these strips of material were many shiny, silver geometric objects. These strips would radiate out/off from the entities and dissipate then new ones would form. It defies my imagination how such visions are possible and my ability to try to describe them is pretty much zilch.
Their thrones were made out of a kind of inner lit alabaster type material. They were blocky and square. No padding or accoutrements that made them look comfortable. There was lots of brick-a-brack on these thrones. The entities simply sat in them, with their arms along the arms of the thrones.
I floated around, met various disinterested entities and was not able to control my direction or effect contact or anything. I had zero control/volition. I was a passive tourist thinking, “Wow!” a lot.
I did notice spinning thin strip marquis but they were not circular. Rather in figure 8’s and much more complex shapes. They had like vertical lines on them or somesuch but no recognizable letters, English or alien.
There were weird 2D magenta and mauve colored hands with lots of rings and other jewelry floating and sliding past. These hands had all the fingers together. Think of the palms you see at places that offer psychic services and palm reading. But these were sliding past horizontally.
When my tour through this sinuous throne space was ending and the visions were beginning to move back towards hallucinations I recall seeing multicolored, curving layers of material or textures, each layer made up of many smaller, electrified pieces. Everything vibrating. Feeling very small, the thought crossed my mind that DMT really does allow us to see/imagine a bit of quantum reality.
I recall coming back in contact with my body a bit and feeling an itch on my neck but being too paralyzed to scratch it. Soon after I was back and my eyes were opening.
P.S.: I re-calibrated my scale and cleaned my mesh (7 screens and liquid pad) of my GVG in the aftermath.
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It kind of was! But a way more 3D (again the idea of a large underground ant lair comes to mind) area in terms of forward/backward, up/down, left/right than any Disney ride I remember.
I had a similar DMT trip recently. I only mean similar as I was being carried in some sort of semi viscous fluid that kept my body locked in place. Whenever I tried to move it felt like I had the heaviest weighted blanked on me. Was a bit claustrophobic at first but I just gave in and went along for... View More
The plan HAD been to eat 2 grams of shrooms then do some DMT today but that did not work out. Set wasn’t right. A customer called with an emergency. I wasn’t feeling it, chickened out, whatever. My next opportunity opens up in about a week.
20 mgs DMT, 8 minutes in trance.
Gorgeous rainbow with dark background start. The body load was a factor - I could really feel my heart racing. Reminded myself it is a short lived effect and worked on letting go.
Soon I saw a wall of stationary entities. The wall was black and the entities looked lined up like figures from The Nutcracker ballet. Just in terms of their build. Their fundamental colors were black but they were also made of many blues, purples and other colors. They were constantly changing within their basic anthropomorphic form.
I thought perhaps I should try to initiate contact since they showed no interest in me. This caused my perspective to move closer. Then it’s like they telepathically informed me they were not interested in any communication at this time and then force directed my attention down between their legs and there I found hyperspatial cats. Oh wow, they were very electronic and fantastically changing and impossible to tear my attention away from.
Eventually this scene opened up into a kind of room that felt very holy or mystical. It was filled with fantastic spinning objects and textures. Eventually I saw language. It is the FIRST time I have ever seen language I can read in hyperspace. I am convinced this was not just a personal message for my ego but a general message from hyperspace to DMT users and others who visit. Therefore I want to share it with you.
The message was simple and is beautiful to take in. I found it to be wonderful and somehow very reassuring. The message from hyerspace to YOU is this:
LOVE YOU.
Wow, I thought. I just bathed in that for awhile.
I honestly don’t remember much more. Many fantastic, detailed and ever changing hallucinations were experienced.
I was stuck on the message. Hyperspace loves you folks. :blue_heart::purple_heart::heart::green_heart:
Vaped 10 then 15 then 22 mgs today in preparation for a big day on June 2nd. A remarkable lack of anxiety all three times.
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Looking good for June 2nd belated birthday celebration. Mushrooms and DMT hits.
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May 21, 2023
PandoraSpice what is your ratio of spice to juice? I would like to start low as well, my tank have 2 ml capacity so how much spice should I add to it if I would like to start from 10mgs let say. Does it make sense?
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June 10, 2023