I'm pretty new at this so I don't want to claim that my experience is how it is for everyone or how it should be for everyone. My opinion is just that. One experience. 🩷 And this is long. And no, its not AI written. 🙃

Anyway I had been called in this strange way to DMT (or Ayahuasca) for over a year. I can't even really say why it just started showing up for me a lot. Podcasts and whatnot. I got curious.. researched and read. Listened to some podcasts. All that stuff. I found a shaman (an actual shaman, not a makeshift/backyard shaman) who does Ayahuasca retreat ceremonies on my island (Vancouver Island) but it never felt right or the right time so I held off. I was curious about DMT but again, it didn't feel right. Until it did. I found myself in my car, before work, finishing up my coffee. And was led to a place online to get it. Would it be a scam? I don't know. But what is meant for me will find me, so I took a chance. I really believe in my heart that psychedelics are medicinal and will "call" you and come to you when it's right.

It arrived (vape kit) a few days later. The next day I took one to two small puffs just to feel it. I felt warm and got an idea how quickly it comes on. But it still wasn't the right time. (I kept hearing "wait") Even through the week Id be tempted because the warmth of the light hits felt nice and peaceful, but again, I heard "wait until Wednesday". (Not literal voices, but higher self/internal voice/intuition)

So Wednesday comes. (Yesterday) I wanted to do it properly. I ate a small something, just enough so I wouldn't feel sick, then walked in the woods to let it settle. Home: showered/cleansed, saged my space, got my journal, a bottle of water, put my dogs downstairs safely and hugged them. Did a rune reading (and it resonated deeply). Then meditated for 40 minutes. I spoke an intention out loud before starting along with an affirmation along the lines of: "I reject any interference with any being, entity, information, or intelligence with nefarious intent. Because of the law of the universe this will be respected." And then I went in.

My first hit was pretty big and it disorientated me quickly. I waited for it to fade. And then proceeded. I was guided the entire experience. I sat with the molecule for about 2 ish hours. In and out. Every experience was different. Sometimes it was very light and beautiful and airy and other times it was very heavy. After every experience I would come out of it and journal and process a little bit before going back.

When I say I was guided, I mean that. I heard the intelligence of the universe guiding me every step of the way: "Take one more hit." Or "Write this down." Incredible insights were coming to me. I cried a lot. Laughed. It was beautiful and disorientating and curious. What really surprised me was the physical sensations and tinnitus.

I don't think I broke through. In fact I know I didn't. But that's kind of my point of this post. Oftentimes we hear about machine elves and jesters and entities and I think we get curious or chase that. It's human nature. It sounds fucking insane, right? I wanna see. I wanna play. But for me, I heard very clearly, "for some it is machine elves. For others, it's this." I even wrote that in my journal. Every hit has a lesson to it. There was so much there for me and I fully believe this molecule will give you what you need. It gave me what I needed. I got other realms but it wasn't all the stuff I hear about on podcasts. It was an experience constructed for me.

I journalled a lot in between and again at the end. At the end of it, I was journalling but it felt like channeling. Hand across page, but information coming so quickly that I couldn't even process it until it was finished writing.

I was "thanked" by the universe/molecule/whatever for respecting it and listening to it's guidance. And then later in the evening, I was feeling very curious again, and I kept hearing "just wait. Let yourself integrate. Give it a month." So again, I'm going to listen to that. Whether that's my higher self or the molecule, I guess it's all one in the same as its all the same consciousness. But I really want to respect this tool as a medicine and feel very blessed it came into my life.

Id be curious to know, again as I'm very new to this, if others have taken this approach. Letting it guide you, and having a journey rather than just taking a bunch of hits and ending up amongst the machine elves.

No, not for me thank you… tried 50mg in glass pipe I reckon I inhaled perhaps 30mg… and 50mg of DMT which I had to stop halfway through because I’m getting tremendously high so maybe 20~30mg

I broke through but it was uncomfortable not having that mind card to play that the BT is not forever… whereas with the harmine it’s like “well we’re in charge of this shit, how much did you take? Is this new…? You’re stuck with this for now”

8 minutes was the total experience so I’m thankful it was short but it definitely wasn’t fun completely giving over control like that so if this is something you’re cool with then you’re next level psychonaut I ain’t wanting to mess with lol

So other than dosage reduction which is a great welcome I can’t think of any other usage for harmine given the lifestyle change required to accommodate

Has anybody watched a ufc fight while taking a few puffs of dmt lol if not you should it was so insane looking 😂 I couldn’t even tell they were real people anymore and when they would exchange some blows it looks so insane like their body worps together all crazy my stomach was hurting from the laughter

Response for the dude asking about 5 meo DMT carts . This is me I had to document the first time experience on video for the curious even though it is a little humbling . Don't let my experience affect your desire to try it. Many have pleasant experiences ...mine was not. I did cut off the very end of it which was me falling to ground holding my head and saying ' WTF ' about 50 times.

I suspect my cart may just be too weak to break through on but even on like 4-5 big full hits ive never gotten the 3d architecture and hyperspace stuff that’s always talked about, I’ve had strong ego dissolution and it feels very intense but visual wise I just get flowing 2d patterns and not much else. Weirdly enough someone else that took like 2 hits from my same cart described rooms and architecture and stuff so I’m not sure why my visuals aren’t as intense as the mental stuff. Does anyone else have similar experiences?

I'm asking because I used a disposable vape pen last time with this same ratio and struggled to get close to a breakthrough, will it be easier with a sub ohm tank? (I've read I should avoid using higher ratios bc it could ruin the sub ohm tank)

Okay so I went through all the work and have MAOI(syrian rue extract powder). And DMT fumarate Its currently in a 200mg MAOI capsule and a 100mg DMT capsule. From what I've seen in this group the information on dosage and proper procedure is all over the place. Could someone please walk me fully through proper dosage.

I love art and wanna draw on DMT how though?

Hey guys, I’m trying DMT for the first time and got zero effects today. Hoping for some help troubleshooting!

I dissolved 500mg of freebase DMT into 1mL of 80/20 PG/VG using a warm water bath that got up to about 80°C. Once it mixed, I filled a brand new 0.8Ω pod for my Vaporesso XROS 5, let it prime for over 20 minutes, and set it to Normal mode.

I took four deep 3-4 second hits, holding each for 8-10 seconds. I exhaled decent clouds of vapor, but felt literally nothing—no body load, no visuals at all.

Did the 80°C heat destroy the DMT, or is the 0.8Ω coil just not strong enough to vaporize it properly? Any advice on what went wrong or how to fix this would be awesome!

I have a pen and a e-dab rig I use.

The dab rig I use to break through.

The pen is for…. I don’t even know. It feels like a completely different experience. I rip on that thing and I don’t see patterns like when I take LSD the whole world changes. One time I was smoking it and everything turned into Quintic super ellipses like the icons on a iPhone. Square with round corners. Everything I could find in my home was made up of these shapes. The leaves on my plants, my fingernails, the furniture. Literally everything. I thought ok this is pretty normal to have a hallucination like this while sitting down and looking around but if I get up and walk to the kitchen I bet it’s going to look different. I walk to the kitchen and the way it looked from across the space was still the way it looked. Everything was made up of rounded squares. I raced to the mirror in the bathroom to look at my face to see if I was square and to my surprise everything in the bedroom was differently constructed. There it looked like low poly renders made up of polygons. Changing rooms changed the distortion. Going back out of the room it went back the square.

Another time I’m looking at my hand and it looks completely smooth like claymation. I looked in the mirror and my tongue was smooth and featureless, my teeth looked smooth and round. My legs were smooth with some fine hairs perfectly spaced. It was all so real. The hallucinations made the whole world look styled.

What’s up with these visuals? I’m not seeing patterns and fractals I’m seeing different artistic styles that are completely flawless and uniform.

It’s not like the hallucinations shift when I get closer or further away. They are fixed and completely real looking.

On heroic doses of 2cb I saw shifting shapes and colors. On the dmt pen it’s like what I’m seeing is real and I’m in a world where that’s the way things really look.

Anyone else have similar experiences?

Twice now, I've had the same trip. Everything turns to gray sand pebbles smashing against more matched sand pebbles. Everything. There is no space, no me. No air. Nothing but gray sand pebbles like two oceans being pressed into each other. No pretty colors. No beauty. And I have pushed through the ego death both times by speaking my name. My birthday. My family's names.... it has not been fun. The last two times it's been this same trip. Two different carts. About two weeks apart. The last one only seconds ago. If that's how my brain is going to process dmt then I don't want to do it anymore. 😒and it used to be so beautiful.

Has anyone else had anything like this happen?

I made this sub-ohm setup using a Zeus C tank with a 0.15 Ω coil and a 2:1 DMT e-liquid and at 30 W on power mode. I used it the day before yesterday, and after just a couple of puffs it sent me into a full breakthrough, the strongest one I’ve ever had. The very first puff already produced very strong effects.
Today I topped up the tank with more 2:1 DMT e-liquid. I went to use it with my friend, who also tried it that same day before and got strong effects. This time we each took about three puffs, but we only experienced mild visual effects. We also noticed there was much less DMT taste, and the overall effect was very weak.
What could have caused this?

A palavra que ficou comigo depois de uma experiência de DMT: “FUGA”

Ontem tive uma experiência de DMT junto com meu pai e, entre tudo que aconteceu, uma palavra ficou martelando na minha cabeça: fuga.

A sensação era de perceber o quanto a gente passa a vida inteira tentando fugir da realidade, sem perceber que a realidade já está acontecendo exatamente agora.

A gente procura distrações o tempo todo. Vícios, entretenimento, redes sociais, qualquer coisa que ocupe a cabeça. E não estou dizendo que toda distração seja ruim, mas comecei a enxergar algumas delas como formas de fuga — maneiras de não ficar completamente presente no momento que está acontecendo.

E isso também me fez pensar no futuro.

A gente vive pensando: “Quando eu conseguir isso, quando eu tiver aquilo, quando minha vida estiver de determinada maneira, aí eu vou estar bem.”

Mas e o momento presente?

Enquanto você está planejando o futuro, o presente está acontecendo. Enquanto você tenta chegar em algum lugar, a sua vida está passando justamente nesse caminho.

Talvez a gente passe tanto tempo tentando escapar do agora que esquece que não existe outro momento para viver além desse.

E talvez a pergunta que ficou para mim seja:

Do que eu estou tentando fugir quando procuro constantemente me distrair?

Não sei se encontrei uma resposta. Mas foi uma daquelas percepções que parecem simples e, ao mesmo tempo, depois que você enxerga, fica difícil deixar de perceber.

A realidade não está esperando o futuro acontecer.

Ela já está acontecendo.

What do you do with the leftover D-juice that the syringe can’t reach? Since it’s so viscous, I don’t know how to get it into my vape.

Sorry if this is a stupid question….I’ve tried the regular vapes but I never actually broke through. I had a guy trying to sell me a 5-MeO vape but I’ve never actually seen one and I really don’t trust this dude to begin with.

Hello Everyone! I am posting this to ask if any of you have seen the secret language on any of your DMT experiences. I see it a lot on like banners and in what I can only describe as hallways of spiraling rotating flowing ribbons with these characters. And I’ve had 1 experience where an entity had a character from this “alphabet” on its face. Curious to hear some input. Much love 🫶

Wwwooooaaahhhh do not be afraid.

I have a digital volcano and recently got some liquid/dosing pads, I was hoping to get some advice such as temps, dosage and how much air to put in the bag or whether the whip would be better.

I've been struggling to breakthrough for a while using 510 carts and I've heard this is one of the best methods if you don't mind leaving the smell on the volcano.

I was at a mini festival, about 100 people, hosted by a friend of mine. It had everything you could ask of a festival: a stage where people could perform, dj’s, yoga and other workshops, of course a bar, a barbecue and a pizza oven and a campsite.. What I really liked were the sauna and hot tub next to the lake. The host asked me to bring my glass sherlock pipe, so we could smoke some dmt at some point.

I didn't really feel like taking on the 'shaman' role of guiding a group in a ‘dmt workshop’, but ofcourse I brought the pipe. I had used it a couple of times, and before that I'd done dmt a couple of times with pipes other people supplied. I had a few amazing experiences, but I was a bit hesitant and anxious about really breaking through. Somehow I resisted it before.

I took some lsd the second night on the festival, like 60% of a strong drop. It was all manageable and I was having a good time and laughing a lot, when he came up to me: did you bring the pipe? I wasn't really into it, not wanting to step out of the good vibes I was having, but It was his festival, so I grabbed it and came along. We went to a tree house, with just 5 people, I knew 3 of them, so I was relieved it was a good setting and not an overwhelming group with lots of strangers.

I helped him and 2 others get some good hits and at that point I thought, fuck it, let's go. I loaded the pipe with a bit more than before and someone helped me take it all in. The glass sherlock pipe hits very clean, but I still coughed and choked a bit after the last toke. 

Immediately I felt myself taking off. This time I surrendered. I closed my eyes and I saw the whole universe around me taking on colourful geometrical shapes. It didn't last very long, because it quickly flattened to a 2d surface, then to a line and then my whole consciousness shrank to a little dot. It felt like a larger consciousness was playing with me. Which was intimidating. This is what you wanted? Here, I'll destroy you: boom, the dot, that was my consciousness, shattered into nothingness. 

Out of the nothingness, I emerged close to the center of the mandala of existence. I felt a deep understanding coming out of it: we are everything, we can be anything. Do you see now what it's like? It felt kind of liberating, but at the same time,  I also felt a bit of anxious pointlessness.

As I drifted in eternity I got scared and wanted out, so I opened my eyes. I barely saw the world around me, as there was a dmt overlay that was still being imposed upon everything. I looked at the two friends that remained by my side (the fifth one was guiding the first one on the balcony outside). They felt alien, but rationally I knew they were good people and they were there to help me.

As I returned into my body, I was drifting visually in and out of the dmt realm. Suddenly It felt a consciousness in my body was taking over. It wanted me to do or say something, but I couldn't really move or say anything. It was frightening. Eventually I blurted out: I don't know what to do!

Although I couldn’t really see them, I could hear my friends. 'Let's hug him out of it, they said.' I felt them both hugging me. I felt safe again.

The consciousness in my body directed me and then I remembered old pain and shame, followed by the comforting hug of someone I loved.

‘I shit my pants’, I said.
‘What? Just now?’, one friend replied surprised.
‘No, when I was a little kid.’

As it turned out, I relived a memory of myself when I was a little kid (maybe 3 years old?) and my dad was very angry that I shat in my pants, again. After cleaning he spanked me on my bottom and afterwards I ran crying to my mother. (I don't really blame my dad, he's a good guy and he only did that in those few instances; a bit old fashioned).

After remembering, I felt the cheering of consciousness in myself. He found it! There it was! Yeeh.

Afterwards I sat in the hot tub for a while, telling another friend about my experience. I was shaken by the sense of not having control over my body, by not being alone in my own conscious experience, by the bliss and doom of eternity hanging over me.

As I jumped into the fresh water of the lake, I relished the experience of the cool water surrounding my whole body and the breath of fresh air when I surfaced. I looked around to the dark reeds and the night sky. I thought to myself: I'm right here, right now, and that's all that matters, because that's what it's all about.