Good Evening Nexus!
*if you care to read the methods and discussion of my boiling techniques, they can be found on this thread:
https://www.dmt-nexus.me/forum/d...aspx?g=posts&t=26727Based on all my readings and research I decided that a dosage of 8g MHRB and 4g syrian rue would give me a good introduction to the world of DMT.
So at around 9pm, with Pink Floyd Echoes playing to a muted episode of "Family Guy." I took out from the fridge the two shot glasses from that afternoons boil. The rue had an appearance of coffee but with a earthy, dirt aroma that made me gag. I took a deep breath and took a small sip from the glass. I then promptly spit it out into the sink. I simply do not have the vocabulary, nor perhaps are there words to describe how truly awfully vile this tea was. After scanning the fridge, I poured a glass of coke zero and brewed a cup of camomile tea, as I knew this might produce a solid purge later. It took me about 25 min to get the rest of it down but by sipping a bit of coke, a sip of rue while plugging my nose, and chasing it with more coke.
By this time I was feeling a bit drunk from the rue, and decided to take the shot of MHRB tea. It, after the egg clarification, was clear with a pink hue and had hardly any smell. I took a small sip and was surprised how easy it went down. Compared to the rue, this was heaven. It actually had a slight acidic cherry taste to it.
The time was now about 930pm. I sat down on the couch and listed to music while I waited for it to kick in. In about 30 min i started to get very sight nausea, but it wasn't anything that would cause me to purge. I then realized that I was starting to stare blankly at all my surroundings, while my body started to feel heavier and heavier. This is how my mushroom trips usually start, so I knew that my brews were working. The nausea was building, and with the trip taking hold, I decided to go to the washroom just in case...and that is where the medicine took hold.
Holding myself against a pulsating wall, mesmerized by the colors reflecting in the toilet water, and enamored by all the flowing tile, I managed to clean-up but not purge. On the walk across the hall to my room, i noticed that it was getting harder and harder to distinguish shapes. By this I mean that support beams seemed to sink into the wall and ceiling, as if it was one piece. I also noticed that there seemed to be a kaleidoscope pattern against the dark hallway that was more pronounced when I closed my eyes.
As I turned off all the lights I looked at a poster of Bruce Lee, it really looked like he has a slight smile on his face, and I thought to myself that he would be my protector. I really have no idea where that thought came from but it was the last thought I had before I went to lay down.
A completely dark room brought on a new environment, I could see very pronounced red, blue, and green geometric shapes that seemed to come to me in a deep tunnel. It was amazing. At this point nausea was coming and going but it was something that I could fight off with breathing techniques, and after each wave it seemed like the experience got more and more intense.
I had become tired, possibly from the rue, and seemed to enter a "dream state" where I would have very clear and distinct image and memory flashes, but nothing that was ever sustained for a long period of time. It is quite hard to describe, but it was like a extremely intense day-dream. I could see (remember) every detail of a previous life experience. Some positive, some negative, but they were coming on quite quickly. It was much more visual than emotional/mental at this point. I must have then passed out, because I awoke at about 4am with a slight body buzz and just this feeling of refreshed optimism and hope. I can't explain it as the experience seemed to be mostly visual with a body high, that is it wasn't as emotionally involved as mushrooms are for me. This afterglow has lasted all day, despite my lack of sleep.
Overall I believe I have just hit the tip of what a DMT experience is like. I can tell you that it isn't something to be taken lightly but needs to be respected. I feel that if I was to do it again I would go a touch deeper, but I would need a reason. That is, I can see the therapeutic potential of this substance from what I have read, and from my limited experience.
I don't know if I will ever seek out freebase dmt. From what i read, when it is smoked it is too much too fast, and your brain can't comprehend what happens, so you forget most of it, and I like the commitment and the drawn out time required. Maybe it has something to do with the reward of drinking down that nasty, nasty rue tea. Not to say I wouldn't do it if the opportunity presented itself
but for now I am good.
Thanks for reading, and thanks to all who helped by replying to my questions. I'll definitely be frequenting these forms for some time!