DMT is not to be fucked around with. Salvia is nothing comparatively. The idea that some of you just want to try for the "fun" of it, just shows how naive and inexperienced you are with these kind of drugs. You NEED psychedelic experience if you are going to experiment with DMT.
I have done DMT 4 times, twice with MAOI, twice smoked.
The first time was 2g of Rue and 70mg of DMT, kinda tripped. Colors became more prominent and skin started breathing. Nothing I have seen on mushes or mescal.
The first time I smoked it was 8 min of confusion, guilt, and awe. Patterns in the room started moving with a devilish tone. It was quite scary, I smoked the little left in the bowl about an hour later with the same feeling. I will not smoke that stuff again.
The last time was the most important and I learned the most, even though most of the feelings during the trip are hard to remember.
I took about 5g of Rue and 160mg of DMT. I was playing Race on GTA 4 when it hit me. All of the sudden the TV was changing every which color while I had this uncomfortable buzzing sensation in my back. The colors changing were the perfect hue that satisfied my eye(that is the best I can explain it). The "mind fuck" was so powerful I had very much trouble sitting back and enjoying the visuals, which were indescribable but everywhere. I had moments of utter confusion and loss of concepts of reality to moments of "infinite understanding". Where the knowlegde of earth came to mind and I could break the concept down and understand all philosophy at once(the best I can explain). Now the scary part, about 1:20 after ingestion I noticed something strange happen(not good), for the first time ever on psychedelics I thought about the idea of western medicine, could it "help" me. After I realized I was pacing around the house, I thought I could "easily have a heart attack". I could not read my pulse or concentrate for that matter, so I decided to lay down. I shedded my cloths off and layed down to be cast into a sea of Aztec/Mayan visuals. I thought I was going to die at any moment, but after a few stressful minutes I noticed everything was calming down(I realize now that I worked myself up and my pulse set the tone of the trip) my pulse slowed, I started understanding concepts of reality, I had to pee. It was now 12:41, 1:41 minutes after ingestion. As I took a piss I started laughing "holy shit dude you just peaked so fucking hard". I then put on some music and layed down trying to remember and understand what just happened to me.
I am still torn as to if I will do that again. When I layed in bed, I realized that death is a just another form of consciousness, and I was okay with it. I have come to realize that only the individual knows if he is ready for that experience, no one can make that decision for him. Good luck to those who embark on such a journey, try to remember as best you can what happens. Have a trip setter maybe a recording device or a piece of paper and pencil.
It's fucking everywhere.. lol... god's joke.. "yeah.. try and make this illegal.." lol...
