My partner and I have recently found that entering hyperspace with an LSD backbone provides for an extended, digestible experience.
OVERVIEW
5AM 50 mg ALD-52
6AM 11 mg DMT (vaporized)
7PM Hamaline + THH (sublingual)
7:15 21 mg DMT (vaporized)
7:45 21 mg DMT (vaporized)
The initial 6 am DMT vape was intended to explore spice almost immediately after waking. I will say I had a much easier time letting go but found it difficult to find any type of settling into the experience.
I was catapulted into a confused and dreamy state consisting of DMT clowns, and colors. One point that seemed familiar was that it felt like the entities were rubbing DMT on my soul, and then trying to feed it to me with the message "this is good, please share it". Essentially I was in a Spice snowglobe where the entities were doing all they could to catch and pour DMT into their mouths.
This experience set me on a strange path for the day, and I believe that the absence of harmalas for the 6 am dose left me with a fractured sense of Creator. I spent the day feeling disconnected.
Then when I began to experiment later in the day with changa, I continued to receive what I needed.
The first 21 mg of DMT took me to my favorite brown patterned waiting room. I could see cloaked figures dancing and wanting to reveal themselves to me. They kept inviting me in, wanting to perform, and yet I sat heavy waiting. Although I was not fully broken through, I felt a sense of "safety" and profound belonging in this dimension.
My partner, the medicine keeper, offered me another dose and I was beyond thrilled.
I spent the next few minutes letting go of anything heavy, surrendering, and remembering I am just a small extension of all of creation.
Silky white essence began to fill my lungs. I laid back sensing the fire within me light, tongue and lips stinging of spice. I was diligent in thanking the entities, holding her in careful not to spill any of mothers milk.
I vaguely remember letting go of my breath, while my soul turned onto something profoundly real.
I came into a black and white binary paradise with an entity who called himself PETER.
The introduction was more of an afterthought, for PETER was extremely busy showing me the universe he build. Pixelated with duality of the absence and presence of all colors. PETER ran back and forth as all of these doors rotated into the vision.
I began to feel uncomfortable as the vibration of my atoms equated to needles between the skin. I thought it was a very INTERESTING feeling and attached no meaning or emotion to the sensation. I asked PETER, what am I supposed to learn here? To breathe?
And as I began to deepen my breath, PETER, the guardian of masculine structure opened the door into limitless creativity.
Hexagonal serpents began to entangle themselves into the most beautiful creations. In a sense there were many entities and yet I couldn't find any separateness, I was, we were, it was EVERYTHING.
I finally felt home here, as each finger of Creation turned a page to show me something new.
We were also playing our Ayahuasca Spotify playlist which DMT entities have always LOVED to perform to. Together we celebrated the music, as they took me on a subtle journey of the psyche.
At one point they showed me my female mentor, and dissolved my skin and put her skin on my essence. Showing me the same-ness, and ability to access wisdom was within my reach.
Throughout the rest of the trip I began to long for PETER, and felt utterly grateful that he not only built the structural universe but allowed me to see it. Despite initial discomfort, which really was just a lack of understanding, I found myself wanting to return to his universe if only for a moment.
As the trip settled, the entities became more earthly. I consulted a pack of wolves regarding my eating disorder but they just laughed. I gathered my earthly problems were mine to solve, and that I wouldn't find much help here.
I remember making connections through the lessons of the wolves but after coming to, found them elusive to the tongue but heavy in the heart.
As time passed the images of my true home faded and I returned once again to the illusion.
I can't stop thinking of PETER, and his coded world that provides structure for all of creativity.
I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to witness my perception of the dancing structure and chaos that is us.
THERE ARE NO BAD SPICE TRIPS, in fact there is no bad, there is only learning. If you can enter a DMT trip with this attitude then you find abundance that is yours to bring back with you. If you can maintain that mindset through this illusion then you are in for an incredible life.
I also feel a strong message of celebration when combining LSD, MAOI, and DMT. The entities communicate to me that I have found the answer to the medicine and they are so happy that we finally figured it out. Has anyone else experienced this?