Jan 30 2012 4:30pm

First time up. Finished my first extraction and cautiously put a bit on the end of a cigarette and put the flame to it. Nothing happened. At first I assumed I had a) been ripped off, or 2) been over sold on the DMT experience by friends overly susceptible to suggestion. So I did a bit of reading on the process of smoking (spent over a week reading extraction teks before I got started and somehow forgot the due diligence on intake). Carefully cleaned out my wife’s glass pipe, gently put the flame to a layer of cleaned 000steel wool with a pile from the first batch and pulled hard. I got in three serious tokes and realized may have overshot the mark. I got weird plant like visuals (the world became coral like, everything pulsing and sliding together). The underlying visual pattern that in retrospect I think, may always be present, became clear to the point of overload. Everything flowed into everything else…not just in the metaphorical/visual sense, but perceptually as well. I can absolutely see why this is not a social experience…to the contrary, it seems like the antitheses of social. It put me into a state of such complete disassociation with ego that Identity and Self became immaterial. The trip is by far the most intense experience I have ever had…more, in every sense, than I could have conceived of prior to actually experiencing it…and yet the whole time it was happening I couldn’t shake the sensation that this was also something profoundly familiar, something I had known long before, forgotten, and was now returning to. I recall the first time I took LSD. In trying to explain it to an uninitiated friend all I could advise was that it defied description…the only way to understand was to experience it. This seems the case with DMT on a much more profound level. Frank Herbert was right…the spice expands consciousness but not in any sense that I ever understood or imagined.

Feb 3 2012 12:45pm

Went up twice consecutively using an oil pipe. First time was intense, disassociation, intense visual effect and then I kind of fell out of the back of my head into hyperspace. Ego was still present however. I spent most of my time staring at a spot on the wall that seemed ready to open into some other plane and watched entities like transparent aquatic micro-organisms dancing and fading in and out in the foreground. I slowly came back and decided that I needed to go up again…Second time was much more intense. Everything blurred into incomprehensibility. I didn’t understand anything around me, even the most familiar objects seemed to defy understanding. Physically and visually the world around became so intense...most severe sensory overload I had ever experienced. At that point it became irrelevant because even my ability to conceive even my lack of understanding faded away. The whole time I had an overwhelming feeling that I was supposed to remember something, something I was looking for, a sense that I needed to remember who and what I was (although I couldn't), so in that sense ego must have remained to some degree, albeit only as a tickle on the edge of my consciousness. Time became absolutely meaningless…felt like I had always been there, always know that existence…not so much a long time, as a loss of ability to track time from moment to moment such that experience seemed to stretch and encompass everything and forever. Overall (counting the interlude to blast off again) I was gone for about 20 minutes.

The feelings of familiarity is a strong one, I can't quite wrap my head around it... but somehow I think I believe it. Very nice series of reports