Hello all, I come here with a bit of personal experience mixing DMT and LSD. To be short, I think the spirits told me not to do it again. For those who care, here's what happened.

Me and my girlfriend are easy going down to earth people who love nature, like to explore our minds, and have done psychedelics together many times. We had a bit of Lucy left in the fridge and set a date for when to do some psychonautical explorations together: This very evening I am writing to you in. So we spent a week preparing ourselves mentally and setting up our apartment to allow maximum comfort and minimal hassle: Fruits, juices, water, lights, pillows, music... everything was set up to be and has turned out to be the perfect environment for getting lost in ones own minds.

Enters the DMT... I had also made plans to try the spice for a breakthrough dose for my first time this evening, and had read someone say that it would go well with the Lucy. So once the peak quieted down a bit and I regained enough composure to load the machine I began knocking at their doors. First time was just perfect, nothing too spectacular, just a beautiful velvety sensation of being right at home and nice soft purple visions of softness.

Once this died down a bit, my girlfriend came back to me from the toilet and told me she hat just met God and she was all in tears and told me, maybe I'm ready to try DMT as well, i said yes you are, of course you are, so we shot her off to hyperspace.. and I watched her as she got lost in the otherdimensional realms for a bit then came back to me and said wow .. i just saw the universe be created .. so I got greedy and wanted to see for myself. Maybe this was my mistake? Anyway, I loaded the cannon with some more spice, then a bit more, set the flame to it, inhale.... . . . . . .

IJOEFHKAFSJBLAH BFLADNDSKNDABJKA ... i started speaking in tongues. At this point it was as though my head was cut open and the spirit? demon? started to do its work through me. This was a VERY extreme state to be in. I began spitting out alphabet soup: letters L, S, D. The spirits were displeased with me to take this molecule with me to their realm.

I violently moved the table away and began thrashing around on the floor of our living room: At the same time a little afraid I had made a mess but also unable to stop myself from doing this. I had to get out. OUT. OUT. OUT!!!! I ran to the kitchen, maybe peace there... NO! Bedroom! I threw myself up onto the bed, my body thrashed around all over the place as if The Puppeteer was just playing around with my puppet body throwing it around the living room. I began to fight it yelling NO, STOP, I GET IT, OK TURN IT OFF NOW! My fist was pounding the pillows probably trying to break the hold or something? Then at the same time realizing there's nothing I can do but ride it out. But it wouldn't stop. It felt like every second of eternity would be too much. I had to get out.

The black panther of the jungle then possessed my body. I took myself and what was left of my mind and RAN outside. Thankful that I knew there was green grass and fresh air within reach. For a little bit as I ran and felt the cool air around me, it got better, I wasn't at any moment in danger of harming myself but my body was still acting very violently. Then I collapsed onto the grass and just felt as though re-living every single moment of every life I have ever been at once and begging for it to just stop already and let me feel safe and at home again. The last of the alphabet soup continued to purge out of me, I spat out more and more letters... things.. from within me. I should mention that during this whole ordeal I'm reported to be both speaking in tongues and begging for it to stop and leave me be. It felt very lonely. It finally released its hold over me and I began wanting to see my sweet sweet girl again, and there she was, calling out my name and looking for me. She was scared for me and hoped I was okay, so I told her I'm never ever touching dmt again (yeah right) and that it had given me the lesson I needed for this life. I felt burned yet I was reborn. Full of energy and vitality again, fresh and happy to just have some sense over the world.

We came back to our place and she asked me are you alright? Yes, I'm perfecly fine, it was just a rough bit i went through there... then she told me her stomach hurt. Hurt? Yes it's very painful, I tell her to lie down on her back and she starts crying loudly and spitting out things as well. I move my hands across her body to sort of gently help the thing move on and let her be, trying to be as comforting as possible, then she says OUTSIDE! NOW! and runs just as I did before...

Now it's my turn to watch this same thing happen only from a different perspective. I go out to where I expect her body to take her and start looking for her.. it's a bit hard to hear each other as the auditory distortions make it hard to discern what's a voice and what is background noise... so i find her and she's spitting out things, letting out screams, and I quietly let her know just loud enough for her to hear, it's alright, its okay, you're home, you'll be normal again, just let it out, let it all out. This time it must have been way past how long the spice could work through us but whatever, right? I guess it took it's hold for as long need be. She never finished spitting out things before it was over and I think "it" is still in her. Probably a job that needs to be finished by Mama Aya.

This has probably been the single most weird experience of my life and even though I am not going to be ingesting these two substances together I'm grateful for the experience. Don't get me wrong, I love Lucy as she gives me a sense of "why well yes of course, All is One and You is I and We are Us, what is there not to understand" - she will be with me for the rest of my life. Yet she is a very mellow and forgiving one, I feel.. the DMT is much less subtle than that. Especially in combination.

I dont know how to wrap this up but thank you for reading all this and please share your thoughts or questions if I hadn't made something clear

Peace be with you.

Very intense story, man. SWIM has had trips like that too though without the DMT. Killer Mary Jane and Lucy did it to SWIM. Glad you both made it back alright. SWIM usually finds the most intense parts of the trip to be the most purging/healing, leaving you a new person afterwards who is no longer as constrained by previous conditionings and therefore more able to be happy and fulfilled in life. That's just SWIM's opinion on it.

Keep the journey going, man.

reads like an account of a seizure of sorts

I love LSDMT!

Me too!

Thank you for the kind replies everyone.


It really felt like that too, although I've never had an episode like this in my life and am generally a calm, composed person no matter how crazy things get. The thing to note though is that while a regular seizure will leave your body just contorting itself randomly, my episode in the bedroom (where I describe being thrown around like a puppet) made me shift my body in all kinds of ways up and down and sideways and jump and spin... it felt very controlled and not at all random. Not like any seizure I've witnessed that's for sure. There was a clear dualism between "the seizure" part f'ing me up and "my ego" part for some reason not taking the situation in a relaxed way.


@Sol Reverie: I agree.. we both definitely feel more whole now than before. And very thankful for the experience. Your experience with Lucy + Mary makes me realize that all the girls have a distinct personality and many faces each.

I'm sorry to hear it didn't go well. LSD + DMT is one of my favorite combos.

I know many people here don't give the idea any credence... but it certainly reads more like classic spirit possession than it does any kind of seizure I have seen.

If you can imagine for a minute that the entities encountered in Hyperspace are real, and that you can get to where they live with your mind... then it is not really much of stretch to contemplate the idea that they could follow you home and do a spiritual car jacking on you.

Not a problem if you are hanging around with high vibration entities, but if astonishment turns to fear... it could certainly attract some less friendly types.

Just something to think about. It is probably not a coincidence that nearly every native tribe that uses entheogens regularly talks about spirits and spirit possession.

I definitely agree with that, Hyperspace Fool. It's a very curious connection between tribal spiritual views of possession and the use of entheogens to either exorcise harmful spirits or atttract protector spirits. Makes me wonder if modern psychiatric science could adapt such methods to cure our society's mental ailments.

I personally do not believe in spirits, demons, higher energies and the like - it's just that for the experience I wrote about, there are simply no words more fitting to describe it.

Exactly.

It matters very little what you believe. Your experience speaks volumes on its own.

Someone could tell me about a computer problem they are having and I could tell them it sounds like a computer virus. If they told me that they didn't believe in viruses or didn't believe they could be contracted from the shady pr0n sites they frequent... their belief wouldn't change anything.

I may not believe that a Lynx could live in the hills where I go hiking, but if I saw a feline that exactly matched the description for one that I found in a wildlife identification manual... I would certainly have to be open to the idea that one could exist there (if only as an escaped pet or something).

Why modern science minded psychonauts think that our measly handful of decades of research into psychedelic compounds makes us more of experts on the subject than the tribal people who have many thousands of years of first hand experience... beats the hell out of me.

me too, had the scary experience looking into my friends eye at the time of him having a psychotic seizure, and since than i seriously tend to consider the possibility of spirit possession.
it seemed as if my friend wasn't there at all as something different was taking over his body speaking in strange language in a strange voice.

it is so scary and sad to see your friend drifting away (through a long period of 6 years) as something else is slowly taking over, while you cannot do anything to stop it. at the end, my friend got violent towards me, so i had to leave as he became too freaking dangerous.

i actually saw more than few people in this kind of psychotic condition, and i wonder if anybody have a good idea how to avoid these possessions from happening? or how to handle this kind of situations?

It seems that (as with most things) an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

Developing a strong willpower, taking precatuions to protect oneself, not opening oneself up to potential bad boys while in a weakened state, having guides & guardians etc.

I wouldn't dream of giving advice about exorcism or the practices of witch doctors.

I merely note that basically every culture with any extensive use of entheogens... worldwide... all believe in this kind of phenomena.

Instead of blaming your inability to deal with the dose you imbibed on supernatural forces, maybe you just couldn't deal and shouldn't venture so deep?

The OP actually said they didn't believe in spirits. In the end, those phrases were the only ones that could capture the experience, though.

I guess blame is not a factor here.

And yet, maybe they couldn't deal with the dose... AND supernatural forces were involved.

I find the word supernatural to be meaningless, though. How can anything be above nature? Nature would include everything... regardless of how far outside of your frame of reference it seemed to fall.

Yeah, probably just a word made up by people who considered nature to be "just the plain things".

i am very sorry to hear that your experience with this combination was not as pleasant as it was for me alive. For me they seemed to form into one, the synergy was amazing. with this combo it made me the happiest and most at home i have ever felt. all i could say after once i was back was i felt at home i felt at home.
ever since then i was just happy to be, i looked around and saw beauty in everything all i wanted to do was be. and it continues to this day.

People should give you more credence then. There is a reason the entities that TerenceM met told him not to give in to astonishment. It's because it easily leads to fear in the week minded. It most definitely is NOT a coincidence.



Quit being dense. There's a reason why those words fit, and there's a reason why DMT let you experience it that way. Go read my experience report for the part where I connect with Presences Not Mine(PNM). Get some perspective on it.



Yup. Reality doesn't need you to believe in it. Human arrogance affects all premises unless your premise is to make a premise without arrogance. Every era of history ever, thought they were the best era.



I have lots of good ideas, but this reply is long enough already. Suffice it to say there are techniques for everything.



Instead of blaming the experience on his inability to deal with a dose, why don't you deal with the fact that any dose physically cable of being consumed can be dealt with and doesn't create such an experience, and that the same experience can be had on the tiniest of psychedelics, or on none at all. Of course there is a fucking spirit world. There's so much going on we don't yet understand that its LIKELY that there's countless other realms. Quit being arrogant and open your mind to new ideas.



You are looking at the word wrong. Its Super Natural, extra natural, more natural then not. It implies inherent existence in nature, not being outside it. Supernatural is extra of what is, i.e extra consciousness, aka something smarter and more powerful then us.



As far as the OP is concerned. Think about it this way. What if the DMT was trying to heal you of something you weren't aware was inside you. Wouldn't it fight to stay inside? Wouldn't it try and make you think that the thing that made it need to leave would be a bad thing to do?

Didn't you say afterwards that it was a surprisingly cathartic experience? Yes you did. How can a cathartic process be a bad one? Maybe you don't quite understand the value of the experience you had yet. I recommend you try some well made aya and get some real healing going and address the issue deeper.

Other than personal observation, what proof do you have?

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