Two vastly different trips I’ve had.
After about 3 hits, I was gone, I felt that I was hurling through space, and I walked up a cosmic stair case into this hallway, where I met this tall bald man with a giant beard, he told me the meaning of life, witch is to live life aware of your self and others, while maintaining balance between personal gain and the help of others.
Then I flew out a window, hurling towards earth, then his daughter grabbed me, and told me that I would soon find true love, I flew towards earth and landed in my old school, I saw all my childhood friends, but when ever I tried to talk to them they burst into a pile of ashes, then I flew up.
I was going faster than the speed of light, until I escaped reality and all sense of being, I emerged to a climax of a magical plane of being with a single monkey who designs all colors, he then showed me a new color, Its impossible to explain, a purpley pinkish thing. It was so beautiful I cried, he then told me that the color was mine alone and that it would live forever in my memories. Then while thinking of the color it exploded in my mind, and I flew outside of our universe.
I saw a figure, he spoke with a mixture of a man and woman voice, he was followed by other figures, speaking a language I couldn’t understand or begin to comprehend, it was an old language. He explained that they were the “Executive Cosmic Committee” and have existed for all time, they have limitless love for all creatures, but also limitless hate.
They brought me to an old planet, with creatures so bizarre that I felt nausea brimming throughout my body. They explained that the big bang happened and they took physical form of solid energy, and make all the decisions for the fate of the universe. They only exist because there is a need for them to. They then lifted me off the planet, on the way back to earth.
With a parting word they told me something, I have no idea what it means but they said it would make sense when I needed it too, for some reason I knew how to spell it perfectly, “Dashuri lahat inimesed pa jorden i vo vesmire e tera a felicidade interior e paz”. I tried Google translate detect language, but it just said “Dashuri inimesed lahat pa po vesmire Jordan and I will have happiness and inner peace”.
My scientist friend and hallucinogen hookup gave me ten grams of DMT for my birthday (Read: Thats one metric fuckload of DMT), that weekend I went on a four hour DMT binge, by myself. After about 200 minuets of normal tripping, everything started to feel off, then my trip stopped suddenly. All I saw was a tunnel, I came to the end of the tunnel. I had been here before, so was not worried.(Near death experiences happen about every tenth time I do DMT) Then I broke through the end of the tunnel. There was my guardian. He was standing there with a puzzled expression on his face, his arms outstretched. He said “Why are you here!!!???” “How the fuck did you get here!!??” Then, that was it. He said, “Game over. You took too much. That’s it. You’re done. No more. Game over.” I was dead. I was deader than dead. That was it. I didn’t expect to come back at all. I spent what felt like a million life times in total darkness, I was barely aware, I felt no body or brain, it was just my basic conscience, all I knew was I am dead, I will be dead forever. And that’s all I could do. Then, for the slightest insistence, I saw a flash. I thought, “I can fight this now”, so I fought so hard to clear my head, the darkness shattered. I came out of the DMT world, the drug was still in effect, but it was changing things in my world, not putting me in another one, everything looked like lines drawn on paper, I could barely stand. What had happened is that the bad taste of the DMT (like burnt plastic) had made me throw up and I was on my back, so I was choking, that’s what killed me during my trip. I threw up on my bed room floor and passed out in a sleep like state, I awoke about ten minutes later with the familiar afterglow.
I avoided most drugs for a couple of months afterwards.
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Dashuri inimesed lahat pa po vesmire Jordan and I will have happiness and inner peace
is a multitude of languages but juyst means love all people and the universe… Dude I don’t know for some reason I just don’t buy this. Its too cheesy.
I can’t fathom how you remembered that much of your first trip. Its so fleeting.
I remember having a trip, and three gods told me the meaning to existence. Then they asked me “Do you want to remember, or do you want to forget?” and it was so confronting, so uncomfortable, so tragically awful what they had told me I couldn’t stand it I told them I Wouldn’t be able to live if this is true – take it away.
I came down, and I knew everything that happened, except what they had told me. I had never been more depressed / meaningless in my life.
All I remember of what they told me is there was a business man, with a brief case, and I had a slanted birds-eye-view of him, and he was walking. The vision brings me so much dread I cannot explain that.
I’m convinced DMT is related to dreams, but I’m convinced, also, that there is something else going on. DMT alone cannot explain dreams. I was falling asleep the other night and for the first time aware of it. It did not remind me at all of dmt.
I will never forget my first DMT trip, let alone my only one. I would really enjoy trying it again. I was with my roommates outside around a fire during the summer night. The three of us were very excited, having only one of us done it before. We took a small amount of it and put on a bowl of some herb for each of us and we all took a good hit. I was a little nervous because I had only done mushrooms and salvia before and wasn’t expecting the high or trip that I got. One of my roommates (who had done DMT before hand) started playing a little wood flute. Which was a trip in itself, lol. I started feeling the high almost immediately after he started playing. It rushed through my body so quick that it felt like I was going to fly off of my seat. So I closed my eyes and told myself to not blast off because to be honest I was a little scared not ever feeling like this before. Then I stared receiving closed eye visuals, like layers and layers of a dim kaleidoscopic were being pealed away like a veil. Then the most unexpected thing happened. I heard singing, not like one would expect. At first I thought that it was the neighbors kids playing, but then I realized that it was 11 at night, so no way. It started to sound other-worldly, angelic almost. To make clear I am not religious at all, maybe spiritual in a sense, but more of a science nerd. But it started getting louder, I couldn’t discern any words, almost a humming resonating sound, but it felt like something was trying to tell me something in the form of sound/music. I then started to head towards an eye an flew inside of it, more and more layers were pealed back, but then started in reverse order. I realized the high was going away, opened my eyes and just kind of came back into reality.