The DMT Trip To End All DMT Trips

 Anonymous (@)7 years, 1 month ago

Let me tell you about my chemist friend, a naturally paranoid person, he’s always asked me to keep his identity secret, so I’ll just refer to him as “My chemist friend”, he’s been a chemist his whole life, and is one of the better chemist in the world, so he claims, ever since I met him back when he was a college professor we’ve had a deal, I give him weed, he make psychedelics for me, it’s a pretty sweet deal for both of us, I love growing weed, he loves synthesizing chemicals, win-win all around. He lives pretty close to me, a 20 minute drive away, so I visit him fairly often, I’ve always seen him more as a friend than a drug dealer. I’ve had a countless number of trips in his house; so many that I bought a heart rate monitor to keep on myself whenever we were trying something a little risky or untested. He prefers to stick to LSD, shrooms, and mescaline, the usual big three, paranoid as always about trying research chemicals. But I’ve always found a certain allure in having experiences that many people will never even get the opportunity to experience… But on this occasion, among many, I was nervous. I was going to go to a part of the DMT “alien data-space” as McKenna called it, that few, if any had ever even dreamed of going to before.

First a little background on DMT, if you smoke somewhere around 50-65 mgs of this stuff, you’ll be tossed into an entirely different world, but not one you see through a drug hazed stupor, you see this insane world of billions upon billions of details, colors, and shapes feeling oddly sober, DMT doesn’t bend your mind the way acid or even pot does, it’s incredible, and easy to lose yourself in amazement. But, as soon as you come down, your memories of the trip will fade almost exactly at the rate and manner of a dream, like sand slipping through your fingers. The more you trip, the more you can take back with you… But it’s virtually impossible to bring everything back, and, if you take a dose over about 100 mgs, it’s virtually impossible to bring anything back, at least as a beginner.

About 2 months ago my chemist friend and I started looking for a way around this. We decided that the best way to do it would be intravenous injection, the idea was that if we kept the brain figuratively submerged in DMT, I’d be able to take part at least a little bit of the excessive trip back with me, how much I’d take back was anyone’s guess; seeing as even after regular use for decades, I’ve still never been able to remember anything in a trip above 250 mgs, but, the idea was that if we kept the brain in the breakthrough continuously, it would be able to get a hold on the trip and slowly adapt to the strange new environment of the DMT-verse, it was a bit of a stretch, and I wasn’t even sure if it would work, but I knew it was going to be fun. Compare trying to remember a dream, and trying to remember a dream that lasted 24 hours.

(Now, as a disclaimer, I need to explain to anybody who might be reading this that they cannot try this at home. I just happen to know a very good chemist; he can make me incredibly pure DMT. Most if not all street DMT is extracted, not synthesized, and therefore, has impurities, if you inject these into yourself, you could get a nasty blood infection and die, and so if you’re curious, smoke it and I guarantee that it will be very, very insane)

Next, we needed to find an amount that I could do that wouldn’t kill me, I initially suggested 30 grams over a period of 24 hours, but after a little deliberation, we decided to cut that down to 24, about a gram an hour, we set up a system where we would inject a dose every 10 minutes, and to avoid the rapid onset of tolerance, we’d up the dose each time exponentially.

Now, of course I was worried about dying, I couldn’t find any records of anybody injecting 24 grams of DMT, and I’m sure if I did it all at once I’d probably die from a blood clot if not an overdose, so we asked a nurse, my sister in law, to monitor my vital signs, and, if she believed at any point another injection would be life threatening, we’d stop immediately.

I had some worries about the trip, dying would be an inconvenience to say the least, but I was less worried about it than I thought I’d be, I trusted my in-law and my chemist friend, but most of all, I trusted myself, and I definitely didn’t think I’d OD, I find that my tolerance to DMT goes away in about 45 minutes, and I’ve smoked as much as 2 grams in an hour before, so I was pretty sure my body would metabolize it at rate I could handle, or at least not die from. I was more worried about being trapped in a hell, for 24 hours, similar to my experience with Datura, which was not fun at all, but DMT doesn’t seem to be nearly as much of a malevolent chemical as a lot of people make it out to be. But these worries could never have possibly quelled my desire to experience something beyond the scope of myself, something beyond everything, to go further.

I arrived at my chemist friend’s house around 11 A.M. on a Saturday; we were planning on starting the trip at 1. My in-law was set to arrive at 12. I talked with my chemist friend, smoked a joint, meditated for a little bit, and then took a nap on his couch. My chemist friend awoke me around 1 P.M. I walked up stairs where my in-law was sitting; she had been smoking a cigarette out the window and listening to the Grateful Dead. Darkstar was playing. I couldn’t think of a better song to plunge into my trip with.

I lied down in his guest bed, it was soft and comfortable. My in-law set up the I.V. system they use in hospitals, and this way I wouldn’t have 144 different holes in my arms. Before this experience I had only injected DMT twice before, the first time it wasn’t as strong as smoking it, but it seemed to last longer. I distinctly remember not breaking through. The second time I broke through, but it was so similar to smoking it that I felt injecting it was just a waste of time, plus you need somebody to do it for you, and I find my favorite time to trip is in my garden around 3 A.M. on a clear night, and my wife is asleep by that time, but, I digress. I was injected with my first dose of DMT, 200 mgs. I felt the slightly cool sensation of saline going through my blood stream. I remember feeling the DMT kick in just as Jerry started singing.

The walls soon changed into geometric patterns, I realized that no matter how hard I looked at them I couldn’t even begin to concentrate on them, they were simply too complex, whenever I tried to figure them out they changed into something else. My in-law morphed and changed into a variety of figures from Winnie the Pooh to Satan, while my chemist friend melted into the celling as a cat grew wings, turned blue, and subsequently walked through a wall… Everything was normal so far. As far as DMT trips go, this was nothing, and any experienced user will back that up. I closed my eyes, ignoring the intense 3D hallucinations that seemed to circle up and around my brain. I felt nervousness deep in my stomach, aching its way up, I pushed it down, trying to almost step over it, clearing my mind, looking for the barrier. Terrence McKenna described it as almost like breaking through a tin foil barrier, I’ve always thought of it as climbing a wall, but, apples and oranges. I feel almost like my brain is moving forward, out of my body, then it hits a wall, and I slowly feel myself being lifted up and over the wall, then I reach the top and tumble over, losing all sense of self as I fall, until the sensation of falling is gone, along with my body. I didn’t open my eyes, I just didn’t have any, I was only a conscience, only an entity.

Hallucinations exploded into every corner of my being, I didn’t watch or see anything, I experienced everything, every detail rocking me to the core of my being, I saw things that were impossible, incredibly jeweled objects in four dimensions twisting and breathing, growing and shrinking. I felt my mind go to ease as I soaked in the intense geometrical patterns, observing the oddly human way they stretched and danced. I was in a place I was comfortable, I had been here many times before. I relaxed into the details of my new realm, waiting patiently for my next dose with anxiousness dancing around in the back of my mind. I tried to expel it, but to no avail.

The next dose came on gradually, I couldn’t pinpoint the exact injection time, but I slowly noticed the colors becoming even more outstanding, and the details becoming incredibly sharp. The objects and shapes began twisting and spinning faster and faster, until the colors stopped being colors and the shapes stopped being shapes, they all exploded into pure energy, shooting through me and radiating my soul, and the details sharpened up so much that they consumed every fiber of my being. All I saw was white, pure white. I felt like my consciousness was being stretched and pulled across infinite amounts of nothingness. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t feel good, I felt nothing, and I was beyond the sensation of touch. I forgot who I was. I couldn’t remember the real world; I didn’t know what I was or where I was. True ego loss came upon me; I didn’t know what I was or where I was. I forgot all language, looking back on the experience, I find it hard to describe the way I thought without words, it wasn’t with pictures, I didn’t remember color, and all I knew was white nothingness. I guess the way I though was with emotion, if that makes any sense. I felt a deep and powerful feeling of emotion that I couldn’t box into “love” or “fear”, it was all emotion, the entire spectrum of human emotion racing through my consciousness, overwhelming me, pouring in and out of my soul. I don’t know how long I was in this strange DMT limbo, time wasn’t a concept I was aware of. Then I felt something, the best way to describe it would be ice cold water being poured directly into my skull, then slowly trickling down through my neck and around my body, wherever it trickled to, my body materialized. Imagine a cigarette being smoked in reverse, with the ember being the cold water feeling. I could now look around, but, my world was still white. Slowly, the coldness gave way to a new sensation.

Warmth, it felt good, I had a body. I realized that I was on my back. I turned myself over, and tried to get up, but I didn’t know how to walk, I didn’t know anything. So I crawled forward, inching my way forward, on and on, until I hit a white wall with my head. It was taller than me, exactly how tall I couldn’t tell. I had to stand up to get over it, using the wall for support, I got on one knee, then I stood up, it was much easier than I had expected it to be, walking was a strange feeling, but it felt so natural and easy that I felt no desire to ever go back to crawling. The wall was still taller than me, but I could feel the top with my fingers if I stood on the tips of my toes. I wanted to get over this wall, away from the whiteness; I wanted something different than this limbo. I jumped, and raised my waste to the top of the wall; on the other side was a black void. I raised my right leg to the top of the wall and rolled myself onto it, sitting at the top, on my right was only blackness, and on my left only pure white. I jumped into the void.

August 16, 2013 at 3:17 pm
Anonymous (481) (@) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

To be continued, by the way.

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Newbie (10) (@Dcarm1) 4 years, 8 months ago ago

Sorry new to this thread how do I read part two 

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Purexample (0) (@Purexample) 4 years ago ago

Seriously though, where the heck is part 2???? This was an excellent read and I want, nay….NEED, the rest!!! Please?

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Becky (0) (@Becky-Ruiz) 6 months, 1 week ago ago

whatever happened to your post about research chemicals you’ve tried? you made a detailed log about each RC and i had it bookmarked forever but can’t for the life of me seem to find it. please let me know if it’s still a thing or if i can get a copy of it somehow. thank you!

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Filip (2,818)M (@filipek) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@thomaschong, Holy shit! I cannot imagine ever reading a story and being so immersed in the details of it!

Never before have I hated the words ‘to be continued’ as much as I do now!

Will be refreshing this page every second!

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iYassss (2) (@jugofjilig) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@filipek, Bro! Im in the same boat! You stole the words right out of my mouth!

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Anonymous (2,833) (@) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@thomaschong, Is there a reason you opted for 20 grams (…) intravenously over probably 1/10th of that and an MAOi?

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Zing Nation (9) (@mistrzing) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@thomaschong, Wow, simply wow. I have never tried DMT but now I am curious, very curious. Very well put by the way. Looking forward to it.

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emptyminded (68) (@thoughtless) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@thomaschong, your definitely pushing the borders of the human experience… i cant wait to get my hands on some dmt. reading this i can only visualize what your saying (nice descriptions btw), as i have never had a first hand dmt trip or any trip outside this universe as bizarre in comparison… pls continue, ill be waiting.

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Bob (18) (@jallis11) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

Man DMT is so interesting. It is found in our body, plants, and some animals if im not mistaken and yet it has such a profound effect on us when ingested. I really do think it is the “spirit molecule”.

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GreyMorph (24) (@GreyMorph) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

I couldn’t even read it. A) it’s too long unless you don’t have shit to do for the next half hour and B) from your other threads I am beginning to feel as if you’re a writer of pure fiction.

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Anonymous (481) (@) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@greymorph, Then treat it as fiction, do what you like.

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cesar (4) (@cesarmeed) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

this is amazing, you should write a book

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GreyMorph (24) (@GreyMorph) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

Hey, I’m not insulting you. Just taking it with a grain of salt unlike your faithful friends here.

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Zykanthos (4,757)M (@chodebalm) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@greymorph, Taking what with a grain of salt? His experience? Lol, he’s just telling us what his experience was like. Why would he lie about it? And how do you know what he wrote anyway? You said it yourself…you couldn’t even read it because it was “too long unless you don’t have shit to do for the next half hour.” There’s no reason to state to anyone that you didn’t read it. If you didn’t read it, then you didn’t read it, and you shouldn’t comment.

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GreyMorph (24) (@GreyMorph) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@chodebalm, I read some of the key facts such as dosage and about previous experiences of his. Also read another of his threads. Why do people do anything that they do? I don’t know. It’s just goes to show that people will believe anything and defend what they believe in even if it has no factual evidence. Even he didn’t defend his story as faithfully as you. His reply made it seem more realistic in fact. If he had gotten angry then I’d suspect it even more. It doesn’t matter what I suspect, my comment is just for those who are also questioning his story so they might question it as I have.

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Zykanthos (4,757)M (@chodebalm) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@greymorph, Then why didn’t you just ask him if he made this up? If you suspect something, ask.

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x (75) (@ParalyticDreams) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

Great story man. As usual, I couldn’t wait till I devoured the next word of each line. Looking forward to Part II.

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Name (4) (@jmlasota) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

So, you never had the “true ego loss” experience before on DMT?

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Kellmister (2) (@kellcom) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@thomaschong When you talk about thinking in no language I know how you feel. When I did Shrooms and acid I talked to this man and communicated with no language. The best way to describe it is emotions. It was crazy.

Great story and nice cliff hangar, can’t wait for Part 2!

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YHVH (462) (@spaceghost) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

PT. 2 coming as soon as he makes it up. Still, interesting read.

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GreyMorph (24) (@GreyMorph) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@chodebalm, the key to being a suspect is DENYDENYDENY. “Did you make this up?” “Oh, yeah…sure did!” Yeah, don’t see it going like that, not after so many people automatically believed him.

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x (75) (@ParalyticDreams) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@kellcom, Shrooms and acid at the same time he means ;D

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Zykanthos (4,757)M (@chodebalm) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@greymorph, So you think by saying what you said, you’re going to get him to admit that he made it up? You’re hilarious dude.

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x (75) (@ParalyticDreams) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

@greymorph, Who the hell cares if its fiction or not. Like he said treat it as you wish. He writes great stories that entertain the imaginations of many, and puts alot of time and effort into his work. Dont give him nasty comments about it, and if you dont have time to read it then dont. You dont need to announce it to the whole world.

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GreyMorph (24) (@GreyMorph) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

#1 No, you assumed that, ass hole. You’re fucking slow. #2 quit fucking crying, damn it. He posted it to see what people’s fucking reactions would be and mine is one of them. Just go with it and stfu. God damn, bitchy, bitchy, bitchy.

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dboriginal (1) (@dboriginal) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

I can’t wait for the 2nd part

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baymer1 (0) (@baymer1) 7 years, 1 month ago ago

Me neither, it was a great read.

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