A few months ago I was fortunate to acquire a few grams of crushed mint leaves coated with 5 MeO DMT extract through an ethnobotanist friend. I held onto it for awhile because I haven't had an entheogenic experience since 2001 though back in the 90's I've had powerful experiences with psilocybin, ayahuasca brew and other psychoactives. For the past ten years I've been mostly focused on career and relationships, distracted by hobbies and entertainment, and my main personal interests had shifted towards parapolitics and conspiracy (especially since 9/11). However I retained an interest in entheogens over the years and kept up on current DMT research through articles and podcasts. 11/11/11 seemed like the right time to finally try it because it was a significant date for many and any such concentrated focus of consciousness might have an interesting effect on the experience. Also, we seem to be in a period of accelerated change in society and consciousness (I view the Occupy Movement as a sign of this change), plus I happened to have the day off because it coincided with Veteran's Day.
At around noon that Friday I sat cross-legged on the floor, loaded a full bowl of the DMT coated mint leaves into a glass pipe, took a large hit, held my breath for as long as possible, and slowly exhaled. I felt the effects almost immediately. One of the first things I felt was my heart rate increasing as small tears formed from the corners of my eyes. I'm not sure if it was an effect of the smoke, but it reminded me of tears I would get from yawning while on mushrooms. I saw slowly shifting fractal patterns superimposed over my surroundings while ambient sounds such as the background hum of the refigerator took on a throbbing, echoing quality. This part of the experience was not so surprising because it was also reminiscent of mushroom trips. What caught me a little off guard was the difficulty I had moving. My mind and body felt out of synch and senses overwhelmed by increased influx of information, so it was with relatively great effort I was able to get up from the floor, retrieve earplugs and lie down on the bed under blankets. My body suddenly felt weak and cold and I was trying to reduce as much sensory distractions as possible. From the bed, I took a second hit and closed my eyes. This time I heard a loud internal sound (like a time-distorted gunshot) building to a crescendo then receding as I experienced a sensation of being transported to a different realm. My internal visions could be described as a collage of crystaline structures with complex latticework textures. They had a mostly blacklight purple glow highlighted by neon green edges. They weren't exactly the jewelled faberge egg looking elves described by Terence McKenna, but I could see how such a description would be related to what I was experiencing. Aspects of this portion of the trip also reminded me of previous experiences I've had with ayahuasca. There was a sense of my consciousness intermingling with external minds to the point where it became difficult for me to distinguish my own thoughts and feelings from those of the other(s). After this sensation of dissolution I felt at one with a greater consciousness and had a vision of my "self" as a small facet of a vastly large object symbolizing the unified consciousness. I didn't feel this experience was completely alien, rather it was as if I was reminded of something I forgot. It gave me a sense of assurance and joy. As my emotional state became more positive the light representing my individual mind brightened. As if in answer to a question, I next saw a representation of a mass awakening of consciousness with millions of points of light on the planet brightenining in intensity and interconnecting into a spherical network before projecting beams of light in all directions into space. As quickly as I entered the realm, I felt my mind snap back into normal spacetime. At that point I opened my eyes, still saw the overlapping matrix of moving fractals on the ceiling, but when I closed my eyes only saw an afterimage of the crystalline blacklight structures fading into darkness. Though I've read about many startling DMT experiences others have had, it still surprised me how intense and immersive the experience was despite the relatively short duration of objective time that it lasted. It's definitely an experience that gave me more questions than answers, which is what led me here. I greatly appreciate the trip experiences shared by others on this site. Having given it my best shot I know it's not always easy to put such experiences into words.

Certain groups used this date to use collective consiousness to help to raise the planet and humanity up. It would seem you are in alignment with these beliefs? Did you believe in this kind of happening before you smoked the DMT? Great report by the way.

Great report brother, very well written too.

True these things are not easy (impossible) to put into words, but you did a very good job of trying!

Hope to see you around here more often, brother

Thanks majesticnature and Harmalosa. In response to majesticnature's question, I had come across articles on popular news sites mentioning the closing of the pyramids in preparation for flocks of meditation groups likely to arrive on that date, but am not affiliated with any groups. Recently I have felt an increased need for such consciousness raising efforts however, and the DMT experience seemed to confirm it and clarify how it might occur.
Reflecting back on the last portion of my trip I feel I'm begining to understand it better. The "lights" in the vision were not static and typical in appearance but scintillated with a crystal/liquid quality. I think this was a way to visualize the nature of consciousness. When separated it was more subject to flux between lightness and darkness but when coalescing with other small lights the intensity of brightness grew exponentially. The "energy" contained in the lights of consciousness seemed analogous to heat in liquid. The tempurature and motion of individual drops is weak and can be quickly lost, but when you have a big container of hot water the warmth can be sustained. Likewise, the force of an individual drop is weak but can slowly erode solid objects with repition and time, or more rapidly when pulsed in a concentrated stream. These concepts were not conveyed to me verbally but through imagery and feelings.