Venkman

I recently had my first DMT trip and it was absolutely amazing. I did not know what to expect, i had never tried any sort of psychadelics, only microdosing mushrooms. The whole thing was done with the guidance of a shaman and i felt i was i good hands. I was really nervous but excited at the same time. I was passed the bong, i took three big hits and when i exhaled on the third hit, everything around me disappeared, all noise faded away, i laid back and remember breathing out while quitly saying “ooooohhh yeeeeeeaaaahhh”. It almost felt like i was floating in a perfectly warm pool of water. I don’t recall seeing alot of geometric shapes and colors, instead i was overwhelmed by a surge of love, that was filling my entire being while at the same time, cleaning me from all the emotional clutter i had been gathering up during my 39 years of life. I was lying there, with tears of joy running down my cheeks, as i was filled with this pure love and reminded how much useless emotional baggage i had been dragging around with me. When the trip wore off, i was handed a changa joint, took a big hit and then the colors and geometric shapes came to me. I laid back down and was in awe of all the things i was seeing. The shaman took a singing-bowl, made it ring and the sound made all the geometric shapes vibrate intensely. I was still in this blissful state where i was feeling pure love and at the same time being “cleaned” from all my emotional clutter. The trip wore off and was handed the bong again, took three more hits and went back to the same state again… but this time what really stuck with me, was how amazing it felt to breathe… it was like i was realizing, that i had never taken a REAL breath of air in my entire life. Each breath felt like they were several minutes long, there was pure silence, no racing thoughts… it was just pure bliss. The shaman started a beat on his drum and i could feel the energy of the beat in my soul… it brought out a primal energy where i almost felt like i was in contact with some warrior-spirit deep inside myself. The trip wore off and i was asked if i wanted another round, i said yes and was handed the bong for the fourth a final round. I took another 3 hits, everything faded away and suddenly i was in this vortex that was moving incredibly fast around me… it was almost like prisms with my memories inside them. I was no longer in my body and everything was moving so fast that i couldn’t focus on anything. I was starting to get nervous, i opened my eyes and was looking at the shaman and my girlfriend… i recognized both of them, but i didn’t know from where. The shamans face was at times looking like it was made out of blue glowing cubes and his eyes was glowing too. I’d look at my girlfriend, trying to recall our history, but i couldn’t. I knew i had a life but i could not recall anything and i started to think i had died and that i had passed out somewhere and now i was floating around in this intense vortex. Looking at my girlfriend and the shaman, i suddenly felt like i was a tiny particle and that they were two gods looking at me. I was still not able to focus on much and in the attempt to find an achor to something physical, i sat up and started tapping my hands on my thighs and not long after the trip wore off and all my memories was back. I had been quite scared during the final part of the trip, but as soon as it wore off, i understood why it had to happen and i felt this massive gratitude for the gift i had been handed. - [ ] The weeks after my journey is a story of it’s own… but i can say that doing DMT has been the most profound thing in my life. It has been such an important part of my journey and i’ve learned so much from it.