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DMT Experience

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Preface

DMT Information

I experienced the most terrifying and profound drug trip of my life recently.

Yes, the following article is, in part, a report on the experience of tripping on the hallucinogenic drug DMT; but I promise this article is not an obnoxious recount of how silly it made me and my friends act, or anything of that vein.

DMT, short for dimethyltryptamine (pronounced die-meth-ill-trip-ta-mean), is a chemical substance found in an enormous variety of plants. DMT is conjectured to be produced by the pineal gland of mammalian brains. When smoked, DMT is perhaps the most powerful hallucinogen known to man - a statement about which I was skeptical only until I smoked it.

I need to pause here. I linked the word ‘conjectured’ above to an article that questions whether the brain’s pineal gland truly produces DMT. The majority of what’s known about DMT was discovered by Dr. Rick Strausman, and expounded by him with clarity in DMT: The Spirit Molecule (not to be confused with the documentary by the same name). Much of that is conjecture. Conjecture reached through careful scientific inferences, but conjecture nonetheless.

For example: Though it’s been proven that humans naturally produce endogenous DMT, there isn’t any direct scientific evidence that indicates the pineal gland plays a roll in its biosynthesis. In fact, science has yet to demonstrate that the human brain has anything to do with the production of DMT. However, studies have shown that other mammalian brains (e.g. lab rats’ brains) produce DMT, so it may be conjectured that DMT biosynthesis occurs in human brains as well. From there, we may conjecture that it originates in the pineal gland because, on the molecular level, DMT is analogous in structure to other neurotransmitters such as serotonin and melatonin, both of which are produced by our pineal gland.

I say this for the sake of not having to use the word ‘conjecture’ every other sentence during this article, but also because – as much as I hate to admit it – much of what I’m about to say lacks scientific verification. When it comes down to it, that’s only because DMT is extremely illegal and the government doesn’t want you to know about it. Fuckin’ government, right? Regardless, given my immense respect for science, I feel implored to make bleedingly clear that this is a recount of my subjective DMT trip. Having said that, part of any subjective experience involves the subject’s beliefs. So just keep in mind that I’m the subject, and I believe some stuff about DMT that isn’t scientifically verified.

You’ll understand in a moment why all this matters.

Part One

The Mysteries of DMT

Paradiso Canto by Gustave Doré

For some unknowable reason, our brains produce DMT at a higher rate when we enter REM sleep. It is, quite literally, the stuff that dreams are made of.

My initial interest in DMT was sparked by both its powerful nature and its connection to dreaming. Why did our species evolve in such a way? We know the purpose of structurally similar neurotransmitters; serotonin regulates our mood, while melatonin regulates our sleep cycle. So what does DMT regulate? What is it about the ability of our brains to excrete such a chemical that made our ancestors more apt in surviving and procreating than those born without it? The same can be asked of dreaming.

We all dream; which – if you so happen to subscribe to the radical theory of evolution – means that dreaming must contribute some sort of benefit to a species’ ability to survive on Earth. It can’t be coincidental that those ancestors of ours who dreamt just happened to out-live and out-fuck those who didn’t. In the very least, something about dreaming must fuel our desire to live and fuck, if not our ability. And without DMT, we wouldn’t dream.

There’s a lot of good theories surrounding DMT. I won’t delve into them, but the main hypothesis of Dr. Strausman’s work is that DMT explains the phenomena of near death experience. In other words, that your brain releases a surge of DMT at the onset of death. Almost as though it’s a necessary component of reaching the afterlife. I mean, were an afterlife – or spiritual realm – to indeed exist, must there not also exist some sort of physical attribute within us with which we connect to it? Wouldn’t there need to be a real, feasible link between us and the afterlife? Perhaps this peculiar neurotransmitter is that link.

But I digress. For further info, please consult Mr. Joe Rogan. (Yes, the Fear Factor guy).

I suggest you actually give it a listen, it’s quite interesting. Besides, Joe Rogan is a funny fucker.

I’ve been aware of DMT for some time, but was never interested in it enough to read about people’s experiences. Besides, I’ve always been the kind of drug user who likes to go into the experience with no preconceptions of its effects – a factor that turned out to be important with regard to DMT.

Other than doing research to ensure it wouldn’t kill me or make me [more] insane, Mr. Rogan’s experience was the only one I heard prior to mine, and he’s known to exaggerate. Upon listening to the above YouTube video, I made the decision that if I ever had the opportunity to do DMT – in a safe, friendly environment of course – I would jump at the chance.

Part Two

Anticipation

That chance presented itself about a month ago. Two of my close friends joined me. We decided to do it one after another as the effects, while extremely intense, only last about 15-20 minutes. I went third.

The friend who provided the DMT, whom I’ll refer to as Alec, said he was giving us a heavy dose. The term he used was “double-hit.” This intimidated me as I assumed (and have since confirmed) that each hit was about twice the amount users typically smoke to reach DMT’s full effects. DMT synthesized for recreational use typically (or perhaps exclusively for all I know) comes in one of two forms: an opaque crystalline powder or a fine yellowish-white powder. I don’t know anything about how either are synthesized, or even if one is more effective. All I know is Alec had both forms, and mixed them together before divvying it all up three ways.

Alec was the only one of us who had experience with a DMT trip. My other friend, Jay, and I stared as he set fire to his hit – a futile attempt to assess its effects by merely studying his reaction. After taking the hit, he sat back, closed his eyes and remained silent and relatively motionless. Upon coming down, his only response to our hasty inquiries was, “I partied with the gods.”

“Whatever the fuck that means,” I thought to myself, impetuous to the anticipation.

Jay went next and had a similar outward physical reaction. He seemed to enjoy it.

Uninterested in his vague recount of the experience, I hurried Alec to ready my hit.

I must once again pause and preface the experience that followed with a few bits of relevant information (I promise there’s a method to my madness).

  1. I’m not a heavy drug user. I smoke an exorbitant amount of marijuana on a daily basis, yes; but the proverbial ‘gateway’ to the ‘heavy shit’ has always been narrow. Other than pot, I’ve done psilocybin mushrooms twice, LSD four times, and salvia divinorum three times. So I wasn’t entirely foreign to hallucinogens prior to DMT. However, none of them have really made me hallucinate. I’m a very rational person, and tend have a natural resistance to that aspect of hallucinogens. While I’ve had my visual world altered by them, I’d hardly call them hallucinations. They’re more like visual distortions, akin to that which can be applied to images in Photoshop. And I’ve always had control over them (e.g. “No, James, that salt-shaker isn’t really melting. You’re on acid, remember?”)
  2. While I was brought up Christian, I’ve been an atheist since eleven or twelve years of age. I remember seeing something on Discovery Channel about cults. The concept of cults scared me. Then I went to bed, woke up the next day, and went to church. I looked around at the adults, all fixated upon the man at the fore of the pews, repeating his words on cue with stout monotony. I was stricken with the realization that my family belonged to a cult. I’ve been an atheist ever since.
  3. The following recount of my experience with DMT is going to sound like some crazy, far-out shit. It is, but I promise you, none of it is exaggerated in the slightest. It is exactly what I remember happening. No more, no less.

Part Three

The DMT Experience

The bowl packed, I pulled the hit (we used a gravity bong), repressed the urge to cough, and inhaled every bit. I held it in my lungs for about two seconds before slowly breathing it out.

Before I was even done exhaling, my world began to morph as I experienced an intense rushing sensation. The closest thing I can relate the initial sensation to is one of those launch roller-coasters that begins with an extreme boost of speed (rather than getting pulled up a long incline). It was hard to maintain awareness of my presence; it was as though my body became just another object in the room, disconnected from my soul or ego. It was weird, but I couldn’t spend much time dwelling on this feeling as the trip rapidly progressed. There was too much other stuff going on. This was about 5-10 seconds into the trip.

In an instant, every single visually-seperable item in the room had not only its own energy, but its own personality to go with it. Every object in my field of vision darted around, each distorting themselves in their own unique manner. Peering about, I realized that my friend’s apartment, the walls of which were laden with those trippy posters only stoners and base-heads buy, was a horrible place to do this drug. I looked at the monkey poster on the wall in front of me, dumbfounded by the vividness with which every detail became animated.

For authentic reenactment, smoke DMT now.

The top monkey holding the tap as brew gushed into the beer-bong, bopping his head in sync with the vibrations of his headphones, foam dripping everywhere. The middle monkey holding the beer bong with his left hand, spinning his right in a rhythmic manner, smiling in such a way that suggested his awareness of my disbelief. The bottom monkey taking the endless beer bong like a champ, the pupils of his bloodshot eyes spinning in opposite directions, the stars rotating around his head just like a cartoon.

Like I mentioned above, I had a simple method of overcoming hallucinations while on acid; I would just focus harder on it and remind myself I’m on acid, and the hallucination would return to its true form. That didn’t work here. No matter how hard I tried focusing on these hallucinations, on the fact they couldn’t be real, they didn’t stop. I just noticed more about them. What’s more, they seemed to scoff at my attempts to deny them as anything other than real. The whole thing was akin to the moving paintings that are all around Hogwarts in the Harry Potter films. Not only did the posters become completely animated, but the ones with human, or human-like, subjects objectively acknowledged my presence. It was fucking surreal, but nothing compared to what came next.

The imagery became dizzying. The rest of the room was moving in my peripheral vision with the same level of vividness as the monkeys. In anything woven, such as my jeans, the individual strains of fabric appeared to flow in and out of each other, as though my eyes were suddenly able to witness the elastic energy with which such fabrics keep their form. As this progressed, I became disturbed by separate hallucinations – that is, brighter, vibrant moving imagery formed separate from that which actually surrounded me. In other words, there were both hallucinations being formed from what I could really see, and hallucinations being formed from… Well, no where.

Deciphering what was real and not became impossible and made me uneasy. Regret toward having surrendered such control set in. Next thing I knew, the poster’s background engulfed the monkeys like a black hole, which immediately expanded into the entirety of my vision in a radial manner, forcing my eyes shut.

I should note, by this point I was maybe 15-25 seconds into the trip. It reaches its peak effects between one and two minutes.

The inside of my eyelids have always been a safe-haven during other psychedelic trips. Not this one. Hexagonal patterns – seemingly formed from phosphenes (the illusion of light/color you see when you close your eyes and rub them) – somehow formed within the confines of this familiar blackness. They flowed and pulsated with the flux of a river of molten lava. To call these patterns ‘colorful’ would be as accurate as calling Chris Christie ‘big-boned.’ It was like looking at an assortment of neon lights through a kaleidoscope, but more vibrant and with less rigid movements. There was a certain coherence to the whole experience. It seemed logical.

Rapid flashes of imagery overtook my consciousness, as though my life was flashing before my eyes. Faces and places… but it was more than just images. Emotions came and went with their respective images with the same intense frequency. While this was going on, I continued to feel as though I was being forced upward. I couldn’t help but feel the presence of someone – or something – else. Almost as though there was an intelligence to the patterns. Or something behind them.

It was all so foreign. What’s odd is my ego was still present – unimpaired. What I mean is, I didn’t feel intoxicated as I do whilst drunk. My reasoning ability was left untouched. I was still me, despite being thrust into what I could only rationally presume is the spirit world.

We’re approaching 45-50 seconds now.

The random flashes of imagery subsided to reveal a world taking shape. Depth was created in the blackness of my unopened eyes through the coordinated flow of vibrant, flashing, colorful hexagonal patterns. The floor discernible from the walls by differences in their patterns and direction of flow. Aware that my eyes were closed, I was stupefied by the structural complexity of what I was witnessing in the darkness of my head.

Then, they revealed themselves.

I must once again pause to note that the following is not exaggerated. It is what I actually saw. I’m not filling the voids of my recollection with imaginative details. I went into this experience with the intent of paying close attention to whatever happened. I don’t need made-up details, there was far more than I could have even absorbed.

Part Four

The DMT Beings

Without warning, three glossy-black humanoid-like figures – lacking any skeletal structure – appeared. Their movements had a certain graceful yet mischievous flow. I don’t remember seeing where they came from, it was as though they folded themselves out of the patterns. I had never seen nor conceived of such beings before. But there they were. They were entirely made up of a what can only be described as a black, viscous, malleable liquid. So vivid in every detail. So incredibly real. Impossibly real. Looking at me. Smiling.

Having seen a lot of random imagery thus far, I initially discarded them as just another fleeting hallucination. I opened my eyes, expecting to see some other random hallucinations upon closing them again. Instead, they – and the world I had just witnessed come to fore – remained.

In an instant, I forgot I put myself in this state. I was simply there, dealing with it. I didn’t have the capacity to consider maybe these were the “gods” Alec “partied with.” All that went out the window of thought. My astonishment was inescapable. As was my fear. Their movements were mischievous. The way they presented themselves seemed choreographed. They laughed in a very specific manner. Not in an evil manner. More like the way a friend might laugh at you; as though they knew this was my first experience with DMT, and found my reaction to it amusing. They made no noise, however. At no point did they speak. At the time this frustrated and frightened me further. I had no way to consider that verbal language wasn’t their mode of communication.

This is the part that was, without question, the most frightening experience of my life. I’m certain it’s the only time I experienced the emotion of terror. Pure terror.

I didn’t trust them. My first thought was that they were demons, which is why I was so scared. Had I found myself in their presence under different circumstances, I may have assumed they were aliens. They seemed to transcend the other hallucinogenic aspects of the drug. Acknowledging them as objective entities was foreign to my belief system, and something I struggled against – without success. Denying them as real, intelligent, discarnate entities would have been as possible as denying the existence of the laptop with which I’m writing this. They were there. And they sure as hell knew a lot more about what was going on than I did.

Despite their odd makeup, I couldn’t shake a feeling of familiarity. Only in their faces and hands, and in some ways, their movements. The rest of them was alien. This only worked to scare me more, as my ego darted through the implications of this familiarity. I remember feeling as though they were absorbing my thoughts and experiences. Like they knew me better than anyone from the real world ever could. I felt they were laughing at my imaginative attempts to figure out what or who they are. They don’t make sense in the context of our reality. Even before they appeared, I feared I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. Out loud, I sought answers. “Umm, ahh. What the fucking…? Who…? are… is…? What are you guys? No… fucking… way… is this happening.”

They approached, dancing along the way. Tribal. Ritualistic. Those were the first two adjectives that popped in my head upon witnessing their movements. Everything about them was so fundamentally different from the other effects of the drug. The hexagonal patterns were just that; patterns. They were predictable. There was no trouble acknowledging they were just patterns I was seeing as a result of doing DMT. These beings, however, were just so real. It didn’t feel like the DMT was making me see them, but rather it was allowing them to show themselves to me.

They came up to my face and started to pull at me; much in the same way a child does when they want you to come play. Masters of non-verbal communication, I knew this was what they wanted before they started being so explicit about it. I tensed up, trying to deny them my acknowledgement of their existence. I could open my eyes, but when I did I still saw them. It was like when you look at an image on a computer screen before shutting your eyes and seeing the imprint it leaves, only the other way around. When I opened my eyes, their figures remained imprinted in my opened-eye vision. Disturbed by my inability to escape them, I freaked out.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!” I exclaimed. Curious, considering my agnostic nature. Every muscle in my body tensed up, resisting them.

I could hear a voice. A real one. It was Alec.

“James, it’s okay. Let them take you. They’re cool.”

He knew what I was experiencing.

Instantly every muscle in my body relaxed as I let go of the physical strain with which I resisted them. When I closed my eyes again, they were directly upon me. At my feet. In my face. They looked as though their bodies were entirely made up of a simple thick, amorphous blob, which they could manipulate in any manner they pleased. This is an ancient pop-culture reference, but if you remember that Nickelodeon show from the 90′s called “The Secret World of Alex Mac,” it was like a thicker, black version of the liquid Alex Mac would turn into.

The extraordinary nature of this closed-eye hallucination was such that if my eyes peered left, I saw whatever was to my left (within the context of the close-eyed hallucination). If I wanted to see what was to the right of me, I would peer to the right. Everything about it came across as an objective world that exists regardless of my presence, as opposed to a hallucination that exists solely within my subjective perception.

Upon releasing all physical strain, I somehow managed to dispose of my fear. Not out of bravery, but curiosity. “Whatever these beings are, they’re not going away,” I thought, “But… What the hell are they?” I focused harder on them.

No longer intoxicated by fear, I could more clearly process what was going on. I was astonished to find that they were taking me, or my soul, into the light. Yes, the light. The one dying people talk of. Only it wasn’t actually a light, more like a portal, but somehow I knew what it was. I remember feeling that I should be scared, that maybe they’re gonna leave me up there. Or that perhaps the DMT had triggered some sort of seizure, and I was actually dying. However, evaluating my surroundings in the most rational manner possible seemed like a better option than freaking out again. I figured if I was indeed dying, this would be my only chance to witness death. I focused on breathing, reminding myself that the familiar sensation created by doing so indicates my well-being.

Once we arrived, their hands were feeling my face and my body. I only remember one with detail, a female figure. Eerily similar to the greek god Medusa. Only upon closer inspection, her hair was comprised of tentacles (that she could control) rather than snakes. The other beings were of the same make-up, but for some reason, were less interesting to me. In addition to her hair, she had what appeared to be retractable tentacles protruding from the sides of her torso, which joined the hands in their physical inspection of me. The scariest part was I could feel them. I could feel them caressing my face and body. Each and every touch.

This turned into a very intimate dance; somewhat tribal. I know my ego was still fully present by how awkward I felt during this – as though I had been taken in by a Native American tribe, and they were blessing me with some ritualistic ceremony. By this point I was just focusing on remembering what was going on.

I should say, for the record, I do not have any kind of weird tentacle fetish, or fear of tentacles. Never have I had a traumatic run-in with an octopus or squid. There’s no event in my life that I can think of that would have caused me to see beings with retractable tentacles. They just had them. I remember at one point during the trip thinking to myself, “Tentacles? For real? Why fucking tentacles?”

After going through the light they tried communicating something to me. In retrospect, I realized they were trying to calm me down; basically trying to say “don’t give into astonishment.” I couldn’t help it though; I was simply astonished. Upon realizing I had indeed given into my astonishment, it was almost as though they went, “Oh well, might as well dance then.” I remember feeling awkward, I’m not the dancing type. But it was a familiar awkwardness. It felt just like when someone tries to make you get up and start dancing at a wedding when you don’t want to. I got the overwhelming sense that they cared for me dearly. Although I had no way of knowing why. It was weird.

During this time, I recall seeing another being. It was a masculine figure, more human-like than the other three, who stood in the right-hand corner. His arms folded, he seemed to be overseeing everything. I never interacted with him. I wasn’t as worried about him, as he wasn’t all up in my face.

The most surreal, and easiest to recollect, part of the whole experience was coming down. By this time, I had basically accepted to myself – without much thought – that these beings were indeed real. Coming down from a drug has never felt so literal. Rather than merely feeling the drug wear off, the beings literally brought me back down, waving their arms mystically as they placed my soul back into my body. That’s exactly what it felt like, having my soul returned to my body; there’s simply no other way to describe it. After which, they just walked off nonchalantly. All of a sudden I was back in my body.

The visual distortions remained for about another five minutes as I grappled with what had just happened. I demanded answers from Alec, “What the FUCK were those things?”

“The gods, man,” he replied.

Part Five

The Trans-Existent Realm

As we talked about our experiences, we found striking similarities in what we saw. Three black humanoid figures, seemingly made up of a viscous liquid. This was amazing to me, as it would support the hypothesis that DMT allows the user to access another plane of existence.

Being a devout rationalist, I discarded this as a possibility. Until the conversation continued. And Jay spoke the following words which shattered my grip on rationality.

“Did ya’ll notice a more human-looking figure, like, in the corner of the place they took you?”

My jaw dropped. No. Fucking. Possible. Way.

I no longer knew what to think. I still don’t.

Alec remembered seeing such a figure, and if you read my above account, you know I did too. How did we just happen to have such similar experiences?

Afterward, I scoured the internet for literature on DMT. I needed answers. What the fuck were those beings I saw? Spirits? Demons? Angels? It made me realize none of us even know what any of these things look like. If us three had the same trip – with the same beings – independent of each other, surely someone else has. And if that’s the case, they surely must have written about it. It’s quite lonely a feeling, actually; seeing something every fiber of your being knows was real, yet knowing it would sound insane to the rest of the world.

There’s not much literature online about DMT, at least compared to other drugs. Plus, I was really only concerned with finding that which dealt with the actual beings that I saw. I read through a lot of other people’s experiences, and the majority of them came across as somewhat similar to what my friends and I experienced; as though the subjects merely described the experience differently. After searching for a while, I only found two or three recounted experiences that described the beings I saw. The implications of this have left me dumbfounded.

Which is why I had to write this. I couldn’t have just experienced what I did on DMT and then go about my daily life as if nothing happened. Especially considering there is so little written of encounters with these DMT beings. My hope is this article will help those who encountered them recollect their experience better. I guess all I can do now is wait.

Moral of the story: do DMT. And then come back here and tell me what you saw. Also, if you enjoyed this read, please share this with as many people as you can! Kthxbai.

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118 Responses to “DMT Experience”

  1. Svi

    Came across your report while searching “female presence during DMT trip”. And was surprised that our trips were almost mirrored, the only difference is I didn’t go with them and they weren’t black they were like made of lightning. Here is what I typed on yahoo answers:

    One day I was on my computer watching some messed up videos (war and other junk i don’t recommend), then I began to think to myself how can people be so horrible and take another life without a care in the world. Then I started to pray for god to take my life to make all this nonsense violence stop. Which I really find odd because I considered myself Atheist and that was just not who I was back then (I was careless about others). Got sick of seeing that junk so I sat on my bed was just going to watch T.V. Then I started to feel strange, felt pressure between my eye brows.
    Then I felt like I was paralyzed but in a kneeling position which was odd because I knew I was sitting.

    Then I looked to my right and seen a tiny little tunnel kinda looked like a worm hole, then 3 beings that kinda looked like lightning but in a humanoid form were standing right in front of me. They had no facial features or fingers or toes, I think they knew what I was thinking. I think they had wanted me to go with them somewhere. I really can’t remember what they said or what I had told them happen so long ago. But I just remember I said no because I can’t leave my parents alone because I love them too much. I do remember them saying we understand then they just vanished, after I came too I sat back on my chair and was just in a daze of disbelief.

    I looked up at my door cause I had seen a light then I noticed hair that was glowing super bright. Then it started to move just like when wind makes a ladies hair cover their face, then I had seen a face behind the hair words cannot describe how beautiful this girl was. She smiled at me and I swear my heart had stopped just by the smile alone lol. I had rubbed my eyes then she was gone, by this time I was thinking I ate something bad lol. Then I went back to do some research on all the crap that is happening today (conspiracies), was only 20 or so seconds after that happened I seen the same light but a super white glowing hand go right over mine. I was paralyzed again but I didn’t care cause i was just focusing on the hand lol. Started to feel strange after it disappeared so I closed my eyes,then I heard a voice in my head telling me to look up. So I did and saw clouds with a super, super, SUPER bright light piercing through, then it felt like I had grown wings (literally felt something come out my back near my shoulder blades) and I felt like I started to float.

    I felt so happy it was extreme happiness that I cannot even explain I have never felt this before ever in my entire life. I felt like I had a great deal of weight taken off of me, I have never felt so much peace. When it ended, I could smell roses all around me like I was sitting in a field of roses in full bloom.

    http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AiDTUsArGtw8WliJ2ZPivM3sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20120401215103AAqQHTP

    I didn’t type all of what I had experienced cause I still didn’t know if it was me going crazy or if was real. Also did more research on the female I had seen with the name (Nuit) suggested by a commenter in the above link, everything matched up to her. She is Nuit Egyptian goddess of the sky, also one of the oldest goddess in Egyptian mythology. My life hasn’t really been the same after it…………

    Watch for California, France, Louisiana……

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  2. Warner

    Having read this I thought it was extremely informative.
    I appreciate you spending some time and energy to put this article together.

    I once again find myself personally spending way too much time both reading and posting comments.

    But so what, it was still worth it!

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  3. Rubedo333

    Had experiences with LSD 45 years ago. Then without drugs a kundalini experience. Have spent the last 40 years trying to figure things out. You might want to check out the images of Alchemy, particularly Mercurius and all it’s manifestations. The Alchemist basically mapped the unknown areas you and I experienced and presented the map in the form of archetypal symbols, and those symbols are powerful, indeed. As far as I can tell we’ve interfaced with the fountainhead or the mainframe, if you will. I wrote The Spiral Vortex as one way to describe the experience. I would love to chat. Also, check out my website if you get a chance.

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  4. Darryn

    Id like to share e-mail my son sent me after smoking DMT.

    “This is the stuff that changed my life Dad. It is virtually and litterally impossible to put into words. I could try and start to explain it but that wouldnt even begin to come close to a description. Im in the proccess of trying to get some to you at the moment…. bro. First of all its an extremely ancient molecule that exists in everything throughout nature. Its an amino acid that is in everything!! So its a nautral molecule, extremely EXTREMELY ancient and powerfully psycodelic. Its in our brains, when we deream, when we die we produce unimaginable amounts of DMT. It is the most powerfull tool to use to explore what a consience really is. It has been studied (and not just studied as a substance but used by some extremely intelligent people) in recent years by chemistry proffessors, bioligists, mathamticians, psyciatrists, Rabis and other religious figures, but most importantly, quantum phisasists.

    They believe they have finally discovered the link between science and (for lack of a better term) spirituality. This stuff is the molecule that connects us to the earth, to the universe, it is the resonate language between every living thing on this planet and possibly elsewhere. A gateway through dark matter some believe.

    Sounds a bit out there eh? Dad, until u use it (i smoked it on a cone) u will never know. It will take you on a trip that u never imagined possible. You will be blasted out of ur body, out of anything u know to be of this material world and send u into some void where u know u have been before. At the same time it will rock u to ur core to the point where ur scared fukn shitless, BUT, the familiarity of it all will keep u humble. And when u come back (after about 15mns) u will feel the most peacefull apiration come over u. U return with an understanding that can only be described as complete inner peace and satisfaction of knowing a millenia of experience. But.

    Then come the questions. So many fucking questions dad. Millions of fuckn questions. You will question everything u know and dont know. U will need to take a few trips to get a grasp on things because the first 3 or 4 are soooo rapid and full on that u dont really have time to navigate. Its a physical trip so much as a visual trip (u dont see things, U ARE THERE. Wherever there is). Me, i turned into a beam of light. I was shot out through super hyper vivid rapid geomatric scapes. Saturation of colour like i never seen in real world. Through layers and layers and these super hyper rapid patterns. U cant fight it, u just surrender to it and try to do ur best to obsorb it. Finally i ended up at a giant twisted ball of light, flowing out of it was super fast rivers of light containing every single symbol, number, letter, hyrogliphic of every language of every age that ever existed. Just flowing out of this ball of light that i know i had seen before. There is no scape of time, time is irrelivant in this place. I was freaking out at the fact that i couldnt comprehend where i was, it felt like i had been there for eternity. After a while i came to the sense that that ball of light was me. Every copasity of every peace of knowledge i ever achived was this ball.

    ….and thats where it begins to get awesome.

    I came back a changed man. This stuff – this experience i had, combined with an insight into NWO order and Illuminati that my mate passed onto me changed my mind set. Now the DMT and NWO are not related in the slightest, but after coming back from that experience and knowing what people were doing to each other in the material world that was where it started. Its a good thing to be human but in the end, the very real lesson i got from my experience is this -

    Consience before matter.

    Its true man, ive been there. This stuff is the key Dad I really want the whole world to experience this. I want u to experience it bro. It will answer a lot of things u have asked urself throughout ur life.

    Anyway, thats enough ranting. I had to get it out there Dad, the wotld needs to know about this shit. Ive got a documaentary on it which i will burn for u + plus a bunch of other stuff but im just trying to sort out the logistics of sending u the stuff seperately….”

    I was concerned about my ability to “go with” this drug, so thanks so much to you James and all for sharing your experiences.

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  5. John

    Reminds me of this account:

    this went on from when i was 6 years old right up to about 10 or 11,my brother and i would be sent to bed around 8pm each night and every time he would fall to sleep first,(deep sleeper and sleep walker),i would lay awake for about 2 hours(always),nothing happened in the summer ‘still bright out’ but in the winter it would be dark and my father worked night shift,my mother would go next door to talk to the neighbour but this would start before she left,we had bunkbeds and i would hear a distant chant of native american origin i think,that is how it sounded,then i would freeze with fear cause i knew what comes next,out from the wall on the left of my bed by my head would dance a line of shadow people in what looked like yellow raincoats
    ,i could never see their faces it was just a dark emptyness under their hoods and their legs were like black smoke and they would chant and bend forward then stand straight over and over as they moved around my bed and out the right side wall next to my bed,i was always terrified of this even though they never tried to harm me,it was more like they were stopping something else,then they would stop comming out of the left wall and it would end,i would run downstairs looking for my mother but never told her what i was seeing ,until one night i managed to scream,my mother came bolting through the bedroom door and stopped with a terrified look on her face,she grabbed me and my brother(he was still half asleep) and she brought us downstairs where we waited til my dad came home,it turned out that the neighbours boy micheal was seeing the same thing ‘exact same thing’ and it had just happened next door,my mother claimed she saw them too when she burst into our bedroom but of course my dad said she was being silly and that kids talk so have the same nightmares and she was just seeing things cause the neighbour told her the story and she was on her own and afraid,(dissmissive gitt,my dad)problem is micheal never told me anything about this and i never told him cause i thought if i spoke about it ,then things would just get worse ,it never happened again to any of us after that day,my dad spent the next night sitting in the bedroom in the corner on the floor to prove nothing would happen,the memory of these shadow people is as fresh in my mind today as though they are still with me,i constantly feel like they are watching and waiting to start the chanting again but i am not afraid, although it can be an uncomfortable experience at times when i am alone,I have found peace through the knowledge of the white rabbit,(quantum physics helped me to see the true nature of reality,acceptance is key but i find it impossible to accept that reality is not at all as it seems to be,)oh well,we shall see where this road ends,i truly hope that no one else has had these experiences as that might just send me over the edge.
    thanks for your time,
    lirah from ireland
    lirah laine
    clare, ireland – Monday, June 28, 2010 at 19:03:43 (PDT)

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  7. Julian

    Thought I would drop comments as I start to read your article. First off you seem to assume only our species dream? Have you never witnessed a pet dog dreaming? I have, You see their eyes–REMs and you hear lttle yelps, and their paws moving like they are part acting out moving , I have seen cats do the same. Sorry if I misunderstand you, but you seem to suggest only humans dream.

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  8. Drew

    Thank you for the post.

    Your description is accurate to my experience.

    Although I was unable to cross over I did talk to the Entities which told me “take another hit and you can come to the other side.” “i can’t” I said, I was enjoying the visuals. Before my experience ended they told me the stop listening to NPR because “the news is to sad and it’s not helping you emotionally.”

    Now, 3 weeks later, I do not need a beer (before I was borderline alcoholic) I don’t smoke as much (i don’t feel a need) and i’m generally happier then before, I dropped my ego.

    I suggest everyone in the world to try it. Not addictive, last 10 minutes, no side effects, not tested for during drug tests. And there was a clinical test done in New Mexico. Look it up.

    TRY IT, YOU’LL BE GLAD YOU DID.

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  10. Crash

    -James

    I really wanted to thank you. I did DMT for the third time a few weekends ago, and my second trip seems beautifully close to the opening stages of the experience you detailed above. Being in a questionable environment, many of the people who were with me were having a hard time pulling away from reality, or “letting go.” To help fight this, many of us did a, just one, whippit in the middle of our trip. This is incredibly, spectacularly effective. It does not matter where you are, a whippit on DMT will put you where you are trying to go. Anyway, upon entering what I now understand to be some form of “hyperspace,” there were two of the exact humanoid, but liquid-metal-ish beings that you describe above. Upon seeing me (and my desperation/astonishment) they began laughing hysterically at me. At the time, while trying to rationalize, they terrified me. I assume this was an evil laugh, but after much thought I realize that this laughter was not with malicious intent, it was the kind of laughter one might experience when being laughed at after having your chair pulled out from behind you. They were just so amused by my “WOW? WHAT? OH NO? AM I STUCK HERE? ARE YOU GONNA HURT ME? WHAT IS THIS?” that was so obvious in my eyes.

    Now, the only part of my experience that differs from yours with regards to these beings, is that they were speaking some kind of language, but it was wildly foreign. They best way to compare it would be that of ancient, ancient tribal language. I am unsure if this was noise from reality happening and me hearing improperly, but it seemed so certainly to be coming from them… I don’t know. Anyway, seeing as this experience was being fueled more by the whippit on the DMT rather than just the DMT. The experience came to a close rather suddenly. I turned to the right, and saw a friend of mine. However, he was half with me in this dimension, and half GREEN GRID-LIKE LINES, as if his being was coordinated into a computer-system (or the universe/dimension we exist in). I realize this last bit begins to deal with (or bring into question) that certain percentage that some philosophers speak of that we could already be in a computer simulation. But, that seems inaccurate to me with regards to my experience, I don’t know why.

    Turning away from my friend, the remainder of my friends came into sight around the fire we were sitting around. Their heads were wavering flames, yet the color of their ordinary faces. I asked them, are we ok, where are we guys? They said: the campsite, man. And boom, reality snapped instantly back into place.

    I really wanted to share this with you, because your experience literally gave me the chills I was so relieved. Someone has not only been there with me, but gone deeper within. Thank you so much for putting this out there.

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  11. Buffy

    I enjoyed reading everyone’s experiences. James, your recollection of your DMT experience was perfection. Your descriptive writing allows the reader to easily imagine things you were seeing and feeling, even if they have never tried hallucinogens before. I emailed you earlier but thought I would post here. I, too, am a former Christian who at age 22, became agnostic. I’ve read some about spirituality and even see a psychic once or twice a year but, I still can’t “get there”…. there being the point of absolute certainty that there is a place we all go when we die and it is real. However, your experience and our similarities really turned my day around and leads me to believe that there IS something. Joe Rogan’s description of us as bacteria actually made sense to me. And, seeing the amazing similarities between total strangers makes me believe in something more than before as well. Thank you, James, and everyone else, for your posts. I look forward to hearing more. I, however, do not have the courage to try DMT. At least, not yet. My dreams are fucked up enough as it is. Have a blessed day. Angels on your body.

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  12. Lance

    I’m rather curious as to what it would be like to see these ‘beings’. I’ve only tried DMT once before, but I had absolutely no knowledge of DMT or any other hallucinogen prior to trying it. My friend had told me that it was K-2 and that he wanted me to take the first hit. (he had put the DMT in the tip) Since I had gotten high off of various types of synthetic weed before, I decided to take a large hit and hold it in as long as I possibly could… Bad idea. Immediately after exhaling, everything melted away. Suddenly, I wasn’t on Earth anymore. I wasn’t even alive. I was just there.. I had transformed into, for a lack of a better description, a wad of energy/aura. I had no physical form, I couldn’t move, but I could still think. All I could think was that everything that I thought I had witnessed, (life) had never even happened. I felt as if there was never a body or world. All that was around me was a vast emptiness. After being there for what seemed like an eternity, I became something else. I became a gummy bear. Of all the things I could become in this alternate dimension, I became a candy bear… This only lasted for a second before I started darting around and bouncing off of things. I had entered a game of pinball, and I was the ball… I bounced around for a good two minutes before I fell down the hole at the bottom of the game. It was at this point that I realized that I was actually laying on my friend’s bed. Throughout the whole ordeal though, I never had the pleasure of meeting the three essences though. :/

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  13. Kirsten Fenton

    I was really interested to find this article on DMT, as a regular majiuana smoker I felt like I wanted to try something new and have not that long ago tried MDMA which was an incredible and brand new experience for me, after speaking about dreams with my friend we stumbled on to the topic of DMT and I am really interested to try it, it does scare me to think I wouldn’t have control of my mind and body but I think it would be something I’d need to try at least once in my life. This is the only online article that I have found that I feel has both honestly and self interpretation so thanks!

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  14. Michael

    I have a fight with cancer and often feel I am losing the mental challenge,your article has given me a little more strength to battle, thank you
    Pre diagnosis, I passed out, the people in the room said I died,I’m not sure about that… I left,that I am sure about,I experienced no fear but it did leave me a little disappointed, there was no bright light or glimpse of a future…I don’t want my energy to fizzle out or worse, simply switch off, after reading your blog today I feel it may not, there could be a route to recycle a life force.
    I often wake from a dream as I try to slow down the incredibly fast slide show which stutters past my eyes, from left to right giving only fleeting glimpses of recognisable images, my attempt at control gives this dream too much reality and confuses me a little,if this is my life flashing before my eyes,I can’t see it
    Your shared experience with DMT is very interesting….the shared results incredible, dancing with your gods/spirits/energy, I like that very much.
    So thank you for posting and giving me less tears x

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    • James Kalìwæ

      This comment has really touched me, thank you for writing it. I never would have imagined when I set out to write this piece that it may help someone in such a way. Bottom line, I came out of the experience with an innate belief that there exists a different kind of reality in which the most fundamental part of ourselves – our ‘soul’ for lack of a better term – can exist independent of a physical body. I found this to be such an awesome realization, and was frustrated that I couldn’t simply relay it to others verbally without sounding like a rambling mental patient. Writing it down in an organized, coherent manner was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done, at least when it comes to writing, and there were many times throughout the process where I thought to myself, “why am I doing this? what is the point? the worth? who is gonna give a shit about this?” and similar such negative thoughts. I realize now how ridiculous that thinking was. Thank you so much for letting me know that this helped you, it really means a lot.

      You should try ayahuasca if you’re interested in a spiritual experience. It’s essentially DMT that can be consumed in the form of a tea. Google ‘ayahuasca’ and look it up on Wikipedia as well. I can’t describe it better than the information that’s already out there.

      I want to add, and I know this is easy for someone outside of your position to say, but try to think positively as much as possible. I really hope this article can facilitate that to some degree, but there really is scientific evidence that indicates cancer surviver rates are higher among optimists than pessimists. Please feel free to email me (james [at] ewwty [dot] com) if you’d like to talk further. I’m no grief councilor, but discourse is often therapeutic in its own right.

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  15. Cral

    I recently had a DMT experience and consulted with a friend. I saw a female entity that glided like a shadow. According to Jungian psychology, the Anima is the medium between the conscious (ego) and the unconscious mind. I think that the entities that you saw are in fact not separate to you but ARE you. They are the gatekeepers of the dreamscape.

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  16. Melanie

    You liked my blog so I came here to check your out and wow! Awesome! I did DMT myself but it was in the form of Ayahuasca, an ancient medicine from the amazon rainforest. I drank it with shamans in colombia, south america. It was the most profound experience of my life and i understood for the first time, the true reality of the world we live in. I reached the enlightened state that Buddhists spend their entire lives trying to reach.
    You can read about my experience in my favorite posts tab.
    I’m a true believer in the spirit world after consuming ayahuasca – shit is real!
    It’s so funny that I had just woken up today from a weird dream about Madusa (I never dreamt of her in my life), and here I stumble upon your blog that talks about her! The world is weird like that.

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  17. Lyrica

    This article is…. So …. Fucking good. This is JUST what I needed to read. I haven’t tried it yet but I’m DYING to ! Have you done it again? Did you have the same experience ? I need answers. I’m super interested. Ab-Soul talks about this too. Please tell me more!

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  19. John

    Regarding your visual distortions from prior hallucinogenic experiences, I think I might actually have a rational observation which you might find interesting. I, as well, maintain a level of logical inquiry and rational observation throughout my psychedelic experiences, urging the question to myself, “What is REALLY going on here, and why are the alterations experienced on this drug so enjoyable and, somehow, familiar?”

    I use a form of deductive reasoning in which I observe the sensory distortion and compare it to the most-alike sensation in similar, but sober, conditions.

    Firstly, I do know, from reading a myriad of research articles, that LSD (as well as cocaine, but that’s be side the point), inhibits particular functions within the brain. Truly, the drug does not add to your perception, but takes from it. This was my first riddle: What, when taken away, adds?

    The logic with which I approached this was mathematical: 1 – (-1) = 2.

    I hypothesized that the function(s) affected were inhibiting functions of the brain, and, because I can only sense through… well… my senses, I decided the affected function interacted, directly, with sensory input and/or data management.

    With research through several databases, I managed to find a few articles regarding “Neural Gating” or “Sensory Gating.” This function reduces the “extra” data from observed stimuli and prepares for the next step in which the remaining, bare stimuli is made to fill the gaps of the scrapped stimuli. This was my “-1.”

    These functions help maintain a level of sanity within the observable world. I’ve even read papers which speculate the possible correlation between Neural Gating (or the lack thereof) and schizophrenic perception.

    Anyway, from here, I decided the only way to test was to teach myself to maintain objectivity and observe a potent dose of LSD. I actually took two blotters of relatively pure LSD – as opposed to 2ce, 2cb, 2ci, and so on – and experienced a very lucid trip which allowed a high level of unhindered thought and observation alongside very vivid sensory distortion.

    I observed, first, my sense of pressure. I noticed, from an early stage in the trip, that my body felt tingly and strangely present, as I have soberly observed, many times, the large portions of skin in which little to no observable sensation is present. During this time in the trip, I observed total sensation of pressure. Every muscle, bowel movement, knee-knock, and air-temperature shift which interacted with my skin and its nerve-endings appeared to be magnified. The sensations, during a trip, in one’s legs, may be nothing more than an enhanced perception of your regular muscle-skin/nerve interaction.

    Second, I observed sight (the one I mainly wanted to share with you). This observation was fruitful. One of the first things to change was the way the world around moved when I breathed, moved, or blinked. Very noticeably, things appear to “breathe” or “melt.” These are, in fact, very common expressions shared by those who have experienced the hallucinogenic effects of LSD. Through my observation, I hypothesized that these morphing, flowing distortions may actually result from several individual changes in the mind’s perception of light (referring to luminosity), color (referring to shade/tint/tone), movement, and spatial reason. Now, I should note, while under the influence of LSD, one’s pupils dilate to about the size suited for a dark room, so much more light is allowed into the eye. This, alone, increases perceived luminosity – some refer to it as an “aural” characteristic of what is observed. Also, as more light is allowed, more color is (obviously) allowed into the eye. While brighter colors are observed, they appear to be more vivid and even more chromatically accurate for those who suffer chromatic misconceptions. Thirdly, the eyes are constantly moving. If our eyes laid still, they would fail to really perceive light and compare it to create a cohesive, moving image to illustrate our human narrative (I’m just being needlessly poetic). In this process, the eye takes up about 64 images per second as it moves (the brain manages visual input at, about, 64 frames-per-second). As these images span across your eye and relatively move, the brain labels some as garbage. While the function of Neural Gating is disabled, the brain cannot do this, so you receive your whole 64. These 64 images per second are known, modestly, as “tracers” among those familiar with psychedelic experiences. You can even see them while sober. We can definitely perceive them in our sober minds, so they are a good loop to which we can hook and anchor this chain of ideas and speculations. Finally, through our eyes, we perceive depth and space. One question to ask yourself, before I go on, is this: how can I understand depth in all directions if my point of perspective is only on the horizon before me? The idea of which I’ve grown fond is that the depth is an illusion – just like a drawing – taken from two, flat series of images, and the perspective points we observe on the outer-most ring of our peripheral vision is the limit to the curve of our cornea (or, at least, the limit to what we can observe of it), so, put simply, we constantly see the world through a fish-eye lens. Neural Gating takes this fish-eye world and erases the small, nominal details to save us focus on too many details, then stretches the image sections dubbed important (in our mind, or course… not on our cornea) to fit what it knows is spatially correct… or… spatially common.

    The visual distortion observed during a trip, I suggest, may be a psychedelic stew, brewed from these four unfamiliar, profound, and perpetual alterations in perception/observation/management of stimulus.

    I would love to talk more and even share with you details from my other observations of sensory alteration, but I want to cut this comment soon before it reaches a critical mass-text:

    Hearing – I can sum the change up in two small ideas: extreme detail is prevalent (HD), and examples of the Doppler Effect characterize most of what is heard.

    Taste – Really, I didn’t eat much. I’m sorry.

    Smell – I think smell goes hand-in-hand with taste, which is unexplored at this point. Again, I’m sorry. I mean, I looked at a Pop-Tart for about 10 minutes and decided I might night eat for a day or two. It was intense.

    Thought – Yes, I consider thought to be a stimulus-sense interaction, although, I understand the obvious difference between a sense of this type and a physical sense. I only list this because I believe Neural Gating may also filter thoughts and other cognitive byproducts, just as it filters perception of physical stimulus. I noticed, repeatedly, a copious amount of thoughts at a time. This palette of perception allowed me to connect a lot of dots very quickly and make very interesting, wholly creative ideas and concepts, so long as I approached the process logically and calmly (that many thoughts has the potential to become overwhelming – especially in any situation in which fear is induced).

    Overall, I found that particular trip to be very beneficial to my understanding of psychology and I believe it allowed me to develop some of my own philosophies which still serve me, today, almost a year later.

    I hope you enjoyed my observations.

    Don’t do drugs. Stay in school.

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  20. Curious-K

    WOW! What an amazing descriptive blog. I have never read anything more convincing and interesting I’m my online life.
    I have known about DMT for some time now, I’ve done much reading and watching about this drug but this has to be one of the best descriptions of the trip. I have not tried DMT nor any physcodelics. I have been a heavy pot smoke for about a year now (taking a break though) and I believe I have fully mastered the high of Marijuana. Does one recommend to jump straight into hitting some DMT or should one try lease intense physcodelics first? Keep in mind I too am an agnostic person with a highly rational and logistical mind set. I wish to have the best experience when I actually find some of this stuff, I’m so curious to know what all the hype is about.
    Due to where I live and who I know, finding any kind of helouceginic drug is pretty difficult, thus I have come to the conclusion that I might just have to make it if I want to try it. (Does silk road really work? Is it safe?)
    If I want to make this, do I have to have much knowledge of chemistry? I know basically nothing. Please someone help me figure out how to get some!! I want to experience the spirit world!!!

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    • shadow

      the reason you can’t find it is it’ s not widely known about. It is becoming increasingly harder to obtain the normal plants used for extraction with customs stoppings and the like. Most people who have used it will refuse to sell it and only give it to those they think need it or are ready for it. Yes it is hard to make u need to know some chemistry or what u get will not be to correct parameters. Yes you can get instructions online how to order and extract but I wouldn’t trust anyone online to tell me. Yes silk road works I have a friend who has successfully ordered from there upwards of 15 Times and has always received what was promised or been surprised by quality.

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    • Drew

      I suggest a quiet room, lowlight, no distractions, in a happy mood (although of have never heard of a bad trip), big deep hits, a notebook to write down you experience(you will slowly forget like a dream). You can make it there are websites. I don’t try psychedelics before this either, you’ll be fine. Silk road works. Good luck.

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  21. naomi

    I found this article searching for more information about dmt as tonight I am going to try dmt for the 2nd time. My first experience about a year ago was, to say the least, a mind fuck. I had previously never tried any psychedelics or anything of the sort..just a simple stoner. But my friend had made some and was dishing it out like toffee so i agreed to give it a go. I initially had no idea what i was in for..

    It began with the room sort of warping (5 seconds in), it was as if i could see the air moving and then I shut my eyes! I struggle to remember the very beginning of the trip but i remember feeling an intense fear (my friends later told me I gripped my face and muttered something about not knowing if i liked it or not and my eyes rolled back!) but i had a profound feeling that i was no longer in the room anymore, where i was i’ve no idea. The next part i remember is seeing, what looked like to me, an airplane safety card flicking past my eyes really fast (even though my eyes were closed) and someone talking to me trying to reassure me not to be scared. After this i opened my eyes and it was as if the room, the furniture and everything came bouncing from the ceiling and it all looked like a cartoon 3d computer game.
    The colours were unbelievable. I glanced up at the ceiling and the circular patterns were constantly changing and morphing.
    It was a sunny day and i glanced out of the window at one point which looked like an oil painting and saw the tree outside which had what looked like dripping cartoon faces.
    At some point i looked at my arm which had dots of light going up it all the time..my friend sat next to me looked like a clown and i began to laugh hysterically.
    Then another friend walked towards me (i was still slumped back on the couch) and i looked up at him and the only way to describe what he looked like was a statue of a roman god of some sort, his hair was all curling and moving and every time he moved his head a trail of rainbow followed with him.

    I got down on the carpet at one point as the patterned carpet was swirling and moving constantly and i wanted to touch it. Then it seemed like there was a layer of water on the floor and it was flowing in one direction.
    After this i got back on the couch and lay down, looked at my florescent pink top and it reminded me of ice cream.
    then i had some awful feeling that i’d stripped off infront of all my friends and my first words coming round was “am i naked!?” haha, of course i wasn’t. I’m not sure why i thought i was.

    So that was my experience obviously there would have been much much more to it but that’s all i can remember.
    Tonight i’m going to embark on my second journey, nervous but excited i hope i get to see the beings you speak of!

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  22. Gabie

    I realize how ridiculously late/early it is, but I was listening to Radiohead and all of a sudden I thought about this video I saw on YouTube a while back regarding the mysterious effects of DMT. I thought, “I gotta learn more”. And so I googled “dmt experience” and what do you know. Bottom line, this is the best subjective account of a DMT trip I’ve absorbed so far. You sound like a fairly logical person, so I’ll take your every word for it.

    For several months now the thought of doing DMT has been brewing in my head, and mainly this interest has stemmed from your garden-variety druggie curiosity. I don’t do the hard shit though, just the uh, “exorbitant” amount of daily pot smoking. Anyway, after reading this account of your experience and what you saw… Well, I think it’s safe to decree that this former curiosity has evolved into a more confound determination. See, I’d like to think of myself as a fairly logical/reasonable human being (though we’d all like to, really) as well, and yet my whole life I’ve felt as if (and this is gonna sound…. strange.. but I’m only speaking from the heart, I promise) the universe that we’ve become accustomed to existing in was always horrendously boring. Drop dead. Flat out. Fucking. Boring. Yeah I know..
    And I guess, I’m kindof going off on a stupid little tangent but the main essence of it is this: I’m soooo so so glad you wrote this. It gives me something to look forward to when the time comes for me to hit the bowl full of opaque powder. And when I do, I’ll let you know all about it. :)

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    • Christopher

      It’s unquestionably the most interesting thing I’ve ever experienced. The thing, though, is you kind of have to “learn” how to do it, and especially the smoking part; the first couple times around the experience is so fast that you don’t even know what hit you.

      Key things:

      1. MEASURE your dose. If you’re over 50mg, you won’t remember anything, and you might end up somewhere very bad.
      2. You HAVE to be in a positive mindset. Don’t do it carelessly. Whatever it is on the other side is not always friendly and a single bad trip will scare you out of ever doing it again. I’m currently in that position due to an experience last week where after a fairly long night of drinking I thought it would be fun to smoke the stuff. I met, quite literally, the most powerful presence imaginable. In the western Christian tradition, I really –seriously– met what’s known as the devil, and he made it very clear as much. Goosebumps. I’m not kidding.
      3. Remember to breathe. Remember to breathe. Remember to breathe.

      (Also, BTW, I agree with what you wrote above. This is far and beyond the best account I’ve read. It’s simply amazing how good it is. Extremely talented writer.)

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    • shadow

      Christopher thank you so much for your kind words. I`m currently delving into my experience more and writing an account or journal if you will. funny a current theory I’m working on is abuse of this miracle molecule and the relation to what lack of a better word people perceive as evil. I would be happy to elaborate when I finish with it if your interested.

      Gabie your words a few times wrenched my soul. idk you seem a little lost and I’m sorry for that. thank you for your adulations they almost brought a tear to my eye for the hope of this passionate writing was to reach someone anyone. Please be strong of mind even if your broken inside, if that makes sense before dmt then great. I strongly feel like Christopher’s bad experiances is from and I’m sorry I’m not trying to be judgemental here just show where my theory is going. lack of respect for the experiances? idk that’s not right either but what I’m saying is feel it know it love it and come talk to me if u like but don’t abuse it. I guess I can see how one could want to but I feel its very unwise and I issue this warning not lightly it’s a seeded feeling I have. respect the experiances it seems to find u if u truely need it and if u do truely need it. then be brave and don’t pass your possible only chance. it’ s extremely hard to find.

      Truely passionately and always humbly
      your former non believer

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    • shadow

      Lol sorry thought you guys meant my account not the authors my bad and yes thank you for your experiance and insight as well. Very good stuff here.

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  23. shadow

    one last thing I’m sorry. If you are going to do this do it with someone u trust. setting doesn’t matter. get comfortable before you smoke. u could probably make this a trip if u really wanted to try to stay anchored. close your eyes remember to breath. be calm you will come back settle the foreboding don’t let the fear underlying take over and bathe in the warmth instead. Close your eyes and ask your trusted friend to remain silent and not disturb you till your back and can form words. ask him to record what you say and try to speak anything u can any thought word however insane it may seem. close your eyes the visuals before u do will entice u to keep them open and reopen…don’t keep them open let your soul fly free. Time will have no meaning. don’t worry you’ll come back. ask your trusted friend to remain sober or at very least not on dmt also especially for your first trip. maybe your only needed journey not trip. I can’t stress enough this is a journey an experience not anything like other earthly trips. DMT is not a drug and should not be entered in that frame of mind.At least that’s my advice and warning. Take it for what it is or don’t.
    Bless you as I have been blessed
    Your former non believer

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  24. shadow

    “It`s like looking at the grand canyon through Venetian blinds” referring to trying to explain DMT experience to someone. Thank you brother your a sage of wisdom and a genius I know you looked up to me when we were younger but I’m humbled by your passionate embracement of life and your unyielding views of the world we live in. I’m forever in your debt.
    If anything I said below or say in the future helps anyone else out there I owe that to you.
    Dedicated to the best guide I could have … : Brother
    Dragon Monkey Taint

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  25. Shadow

    Addendum: First let me start by apologizing for not spell checking or proof reading I was typing so fast I just wanted to get it all out. Recounting this event brings so much to me but everyone else looks at me the way I must have looked at my brother. Like yea yea yea whatever I have tripped glad you had fun too. So recounting it is fruitless and I tried so hard with my girlfriend of 15 years to have her release all her demons the way I did in just one visit. What I have come to realize is that if it’s meant to find you it will. I’m going to enlighten those who cannot otherwise be enlightened if I see the need I will offer the chance but with great discretion. Just because I have it I will not do it…nor sell it…but give it to whom its needed. I don’t claim that I will know who this person is. If it happens it happens..Sorry kind of lost track there I feel much more philosophical now.
    I’m blessed I know someone who can extract this miracle.
    When I speak about talking with my brother and wanting to sell dmt and him being like..you don’t sell it you give it. Well a friend of mine just did the same with me after watching me recount and try to portray this life moving experience and I realized you just can’t do it. I would never allow this substance to be sold I would only allow it to be given freely. I did not understand that before I did it. Funny and sad to that a good friend of mine would ask the same things I asked of my brother. Now I know how he must of felt. Betrayed a little…that’s Maybe to strong a word, disappointed at my friend for not understanding right after I bared my soul to him and was moved to tears again when just recounting the feelings. Disappointed at my own ability to portray it and shed light on it to someone who has not done it or been there.
    When I start with smells weird bro…This was coincidence we spoke about DMT this night. That I was at a very very low point in my life. That he tried to explain the smell of DMT to me and I looked at him strangely so he went to get the bowl to let me smell it. That it was a new year and for some reason I felt like maybe really for the first time in a long time this one might be different. A little bit less stressful less worrisome even though I had no reason to believe that. Because I was jobless and watching my girlfriend suffer internal demons of her own that I can’t break for her. I adore her but I wont push this on her or anyone. When it’s time it’s time. There I go again rambling I’m sorry. I just want you to grasp how coincidental this all was because I did not give much insight. Recent suicide deaths in our family and my life falling apart but grinning and barring it…drugs drugs drugs…..opiate addiction…STOP for the new years I have to it’s killing me to withdraw I can’t let the girl I love of 15 years pay for that and spend every dime we make on that so I had just quit that was done withdrawing again a 2nd go at opiates the 1st one landed me in jail. So we just got in the convo and the smell thing and there happened to be enough resin in the bowl for me to go off to the threshold, picture pattern door, the gateway that people come to and say you “break through” I felt like to “break through” would be fully entering the spirit realm and I was not sure I was that brave yet I didn’t need that much what I was seeing knowing understanding feeling at that moment of being at the threshold was enough for me. To say heaven is frustratingly wrong if your talking to someone who has not been to this place. To speak of souls isn’t right either. We are sentient beings on this level and some other level and to try to explain that to someone who has not glimpsed it remains futile and frustrating. I can read all this and feel my old self seeing it as nonsensical dribble and rantings of a person who was on a trip. So I guess I’m writing this to all of you cosmonauts because no one else will ever understand me. What I’m getting at is where I was at in my life I needed this so badly. I needed a profound experience so very badly and it came to me. All by coincidence…or maybe the cohesion I saw making it so…but It came to me when I needed it most. Off the resin of a bowl only used for DMT…amazing.
    I wanted to critique my experiences more and give you more insight but if you have any more question you can contact me ill be looking here often to see if anyone is out there. What I will turn to now is my research. There is a scarce number of people who have done this miracle molecule. Look for conversations blogs what have you like this of any drug and you will find WOW so many on any pill,plant,man made,heroine crack what have you. Not dmt. I don’t know if it’s because people don’t talk much about it or because no one has access to it but everyone should have this experience at least once in their lives. It’s not readily available I say that again as an avid user of drugs and never hearing about it and living in some prominent city’s for drugs and knowing some prominent people in that world. Again I say IM blessed to know someone who knows someone who can extract it.
    After effects so far are just better mood no stress, shackles left, not afraid of death. Not that I was but I think everyone is on some instinctual base level afraid of death. I’m not at all anymore when it happens it happens. I’m restless I want to enjoy life I want to go sleigh riding I can’t watch TV. TV seems like it’s telling someone’s story that is fake to be entertained and I feel like I should be out in the world hearing real stories…living life. I find myself not wanting to eat the foods I did before I’m drawn to more natural things now like fruit vegetables nuts. I still enjoy other foods but I don’t want them as often and I don’t eat as much more for flavor and not for nutrition and only a little bit. That’s strange in itself because I loved food lol. I am 380 lbs 6’4″ so we will see how long that lasts I hope forever but I don’t know. Wanting to drink water more then anything else. Soda is fine just I don’t want to chug soda I’ll take a sip. But to hydrate myself I want water. I didn’t care before DMT so I can’t explain that either. I would just chug iced tea or soda if thirsty. Also an inner feeling that I will never do a non natural drug again. Weed shrooms natural stuff but not pills or synthetics again. I loved opiates too even when getting clean I figured one day I would go back deep down I knew…I was hooked for life even if I did get clean for years in between I would always revisit them. Maybe if its opium from the plant but never again from a pill I know that inherently now I did not before DMT.

    I was asked by my step mother (I told her and my father about my experience) If it was so wonderful a feeling why would you not want to do it all the time? That’s funny because right before I went on my journey my brother said don’t worry it’s not somewhere you will need to go to again for a while or something to that affect. I didn’t know what he meant when he said that and now I do. I don’t know how to explain it I just don’t need to go back. I saw I know I needed that so bad the feeling was the most intense best experience ever. Normally with a great feeling like opiates or something to that affect I would chase that I would want that again. Not so with this. I can’t explain it. Well I can to myself but it wont make sense unless you were there but then I know people want to keep going there so maybe I speak for myself. It’s because knowing that is there and I’m a part of it but still myself when I’m there is enough for me. The feeling was real it was not induced. I was allowed to go there to get there through the miracle molecule as a tool. My essence will live on? Best words I have I guess.
    I’ld like to address the common more questions then answers phenomenon. Yes I feel like I have more questions but I had more answered then one could ever hope for and I don’t feel the need to know the rest of the answers right now. That’s for some other time when I’m gone from the mortal coil. I know this inside now. I can’t explain that either because before I had no faith in anything really I thought this was a piss poor world and I hated it. Now I see some beauty I’m here to experience it. The governments and scandals and blah blah blah hold no meaning it’s all not the point. We have built around this world a horrible way of life for all or most. Even those who have $ are not truly enlightened and happy or maybe they are who knows but IM content even though things were so bad before or I thought of them as such I’m content now.
    I hope to hear from people I will discuss things with anyone maybe even bye phone I’m not a big email checker so that’s pointless and not a face booker either. Texts are cool too maybe we start with email but I will talk with anyone with questions or insights or just want someone who had a similar experience to talk with. Though I think the awe inspiring feelings cannot be put to words we could try. Almost like a private club DMT is. A secret nod a yea man it’s real I know I understand smile live lets go off into the great world the great beyond and see what wonders have been blessed on this universe. Once again sorry for the sloppy spelling and organization.
    Yours truly
    Your former non believer

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    • Glenn

      Thanks for your moving account, Shadow. Clearly, this experience has produced a lasting, positive change in your psyche. This is the hallmark of good therapy. I fully appreciate the point of view which emphasizes that a truly profound experience is not to be chased; it is to be revered. I had this response to MDMA. It wasn’t a “cool experience” for me. It was a life lesson that needed to be integrated into my daily existence. To me, this is the appreciation of the Sacred. Our profane culture is all about “bigger, faster, shinier, higher, more.” Once one has experienced the “quality” of the Divine Realm, even copious quantities of the “dust of the earth” become meaningless.

      Peace, Namaste, Shalom, Salam

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  26. Shadow

    I dont know where to start. Nothing I say will matter anyway because no mere words can describe it. I’ll try. 1st let me just give the night as it was last night and is so vivid in my mind i can word for word tell u what i saw and what happened with perfect clarity. The feeling and the knowing is what I cannot convey. What nobody can. This may be the last time for some time I reccount this because I have done so 4 times now and every time its so moving but it drains me so so much to relive that pure joy.
    I’m sitting in my fathers basement I’m in my 30′s with my brother who is in his 20′s. I’m visiting for the new year and Christmas holiday. I have been dealing with some major deppression. Normal things … I’m in my 30′s my life is’nt where I thought I should be I cant marry the girl I cherish of 15 years because I cant afford to actually she supports me and I feel awful for that yet grateful too. (sorry just a little back story) Raised Roman Catholic never bought into it but always believed something is out there some person some cohesion….I just never had proof. So needless to say I’m not very religious even though I pray once in a while it seems frivolous leftover automatic commands from Catholic school. and let it be said I was an avid drug user always searching for something beating it into the ground and moving on to the next buzz.
    Now on with the night. My brother and I get into a conversation about DMT yes I watched DMT the spirit molecule and kinda poo pooed it as just another perhaps stronger form of acid or shrooms a nother drug. To call this DMT a drug feel wrong…I never felt that way about another drug I always knew I what I was doing no matter how blitzed was a drug and this is from the effect of the drug whatever stimuli I feel at the moment. Not so with this I would soon find. One more pause as this is a writing of passion and not chronologicaly ordered…I had asked my brother once before and he had already done it and explained what his “trip” and I dont feel right calling it that either….was like. I still passed it off. Not that I didnt believe him but I did alot of acid I saw some stuff too. So what could I sell this for brother? Brother: “you dont you give it” But what if I were to what could come in from this? Brother: “I cant tell u anymore one day you will just have to find the answers yourself and go see” hahaha okay maybe someday.

    Smells weird bro
    Brother: Yea…well actually theres probably enough rezin in this bowl to go where u need to if you wanted to try it tonight.
    Well whatever its a new year right and I said I want to be shown something other then this drab exsistance we all live in so sure why not.
    1 long drag of rez I inhale deep and hold it. If im going im going lets see what this can do compared to my acid and shroom trips…..exhale and sit back almost immediate onset of movement vibration and enhanced colors as I sit back

    Brother: You going to take another hit?
    Me: I dont know let me see where this takes me 1st
    Brother: It’s now or never

    I start a 2nd long slow pull and hold it as long as I can and slowly fall back into the chair.
    Visuals majorly intense visulas all the furniture and my brother are in the room just everythings swirling and blending and moving. I think yea okay seen this….this is strong but whatever.
    the normal panicky feelings start like with any time I trip I long learned to qwell them and keep them checked to enjoy my rides but I dont really need to here they kind of edge of on there own. I close my eyes and I see a Tesseract spinning its triangular in shape (best described to me as a 3d representaion of a 4d object look it up pretty cool) and what I can only describe as the pink floyd triangle but not. It’s spining in and of itself constantly and all these colors swirl and dance around it in it through it over it under it everywhere. CLICK CLICK I open my eyes and realise I was not breathing I say to myself remember to breath. I get real scared here but I look over and see my brother calmly smoking a bong. the click click was the lighter he is my anchor he is just smoking weed he is making sure if I need anything he is here for me. I think to myself well why be scared you wanted to see something lets go see it you have the best guide you can have by your side. I close my eyes and let the expeiance begin.

    I rocket what I can describe only as my soul rocketting out of my body back to this triangle world and this feeling of overwhelming joy, Love, Nurturing, Understanding, Careing, I dont have the words for the feeling they all fall short here. I feel like im crying or the emotion of crying but not real crying not physicaly anyways but out of sheer joy. I ask but ask is such a clumsy way to put it I think I project out…”Is it really this easy…this simple?” I hear..I feel I comprehend a female voice if voice is what u can call a feeling that speaks…..Yes and even more radiated love sent to me. Through this whole time here there is this forboding this underlieing sense that I am seeing something I’m not ready for. I speak my concern regretfully but happily I’m not ready….thats ok and she gently sends me back to my body and I come back to reality at least physical reality. Some visuals stil and they dont matter I’m not interested in them I mean I look at them but I dont really pay attention. I’m trying to comprehend what I have just been through all words escape me. eventually when I could speak I looked at my brother and got up and hugged him thanking him for that experiance.

    I cant tell you how this changed me exactly it just has. Nothing can ever be the same as it was before and thats great because before I never was happy. I have no want or need to revisit DMT. Would I if I ever felt awful again?…yes to remind myself.
    Now i’ll just give u what i felt compelled to write down after I slept and was vibed and up till 9am because i was so profoundly effected. I have never been PROFOUNDLY affected by anything ever not once in my life ever. Not in church or in drugs. and I have done almost all of them. DMT is not a drug it is an enlightening experiance. I found out later that I did not break through but I dont need to I dont need more proof and I dont need to see more. It will be there when my time comes. No one will ever shake this belief from me and I wish so many people who are down trodden would try this one time. Your former non believer.

    I fancy myself strong in vocabulary. Spelling not so much but I can normally find the words to describe in extrodinary and eliquint detail any situation I find myself in if the chance to do so arises. My experiance perhaps mimicked and explored by many (or not enough) however leaves me speachless. I am at a loss. Words fail me. Could a true poet explain that love,adoration,nurturin,peaceful,blissfull everything and nothing? The end all be all of life? No I think not no words can do an experiance so moving so vivid so sure in what I am seeing I am actually moved to tears. No in what I’m feeling. No in what I am Knowing in this moment. I brushed the surface…the surface is enough. A reassurance we are all part of something greater….Call it God call it Heaven call it utopia call it whatever you want. Because it almost is whatever you want and all you need at the same time. I read this and if I had read this be4 the experiance I would think this is all nonsensical, illogical, non explainable and incoherant but there is beauty in chaos. In this chaos. I’ll vouch this much If there is a heaven and I say if for you dear reader for I felt it. You can glimpse it. I have travelled the many roads Hunter Thompson and millions of others have blazed before me and never in all my life have I ever felt that. Dont believe me? It’s just BS u had trips be4 right? is that all you would equate it to here? Then all I can say is try it. You write your letter and I’ll read it later…. I wish I could relate this better. I wish I could translate the spectacular feeling of KNOWING. It’s not about a guy with a white fluffy beard watching to see if we picked our nose in church and is now sending me to hell if I did. It’s not about angels with halos and filet mignion dinners every night. When your there what the hell is a filet mignion anyway?
    It ‘s utter untollerable unquenchable unending adoration. A sense of foreboding accompanies it. As it should!!! This is a glimpse of something special. Pure energy and rightness. It’s there for you…for everyone. If your low at all in your life at the end of your rope cant take this place anymore. Well you have nothing to lose so Find this 1st 1 time It will just maybe save you. It may save you even if you didn’t know you were lost.
    All that said I’ll also issue a warning. Don’t abuse it. Dont’ go just to go because today was a bad day and you need a pick me up. It would feel almost sacreligious in a way to abuse this substance this…this miricale molecule. I say this as a very notorious drug abbuser in the past and non religious person prior to this for the most part. You can visit but don’t live there. Because your focus should be here It will hopefully help you see and remember that. Just knowing that its there is comfort enough my friends…No?

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  27. spiralunwinding

    Hi James. Thank you for sharing this. Both your approach to the current scientific ‘evidence’ of DMT as well as the colourful details of your trip are very well constructed. I appreciate your honest style of writing, too.

    I found your entry because I had my first DMT experience recently and I have been pulled into an anxiety of needing to know more, to connect with others, to validate and share and re-experience what I saw, felt, and became.

    I wrote an entry at my own blog, and I linked your entry there too. http://spiralunwinding.livejournal.com/321002.html

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    • James Kalìwæ

      I really like how you find my style of writing to be honest, I’ve never really thought of honesty as an attribute to writing style. But it certainly is, and I thank you for pointing it out to me. It’s often harder to find the positive attributes in your own work than it is in others lol.

      But anyway, I’m gonna need some time to consider and prepare a response to the question and comments you posted in response to my comment on your entry. I’ll get on that soon, but in the meantime I’ll include a link to your article under the ‘Other DMT Experiences’ links at the end of this one. :)

      Thanks for the kind words.

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      • spiralunwinding

        Yes, honesty by means of the no-nonsense perspective. As in, I don’t feel like I’m reading some uneducated persons’ recount of a mystical experience. I think you and I are a lot alike in the way of our rational brains wanting to perceive a very phenomenal thing and handle it with utmost ‘rational’ care by not immediately subscribing to anything more than what we personally saw and felt .. but then, we realize that rationality doesn’t seem to exist with the event. It’s been a stimulating enhancement to my life since I tried it, and the fire has yet to burn out. In fact, I’ve written two additional follow-up entries at my own journal too, because more clues and connections have been made. Sort of a beautiful unfolding of detail, really. Not sure how else to describe it.

        I would observe the same for you, with all the comments you are still receiving!

        As for a response .. no worries, James – all things conspire at the right moment. Thank you for the cross-link, as well. :)

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  28. Charley F

    I have to say I am very excited after reading this. I went through something very similar the first and only time I smoked DMT. It was about a year ago and I was in my friends basement (he has a really nice basement) Some one asked me if I wanted to smoke it. I think my immature ‘whatever’ attitude towards it was what made it too overwhelming for me. I said “oh yeah, I’ve heard of that stuff! Let’s smoke it!” and what not. I had no idea what I was getting myself into..

    I was playing a video game when I took a very large hit off of it. The ps2 I was playing became so… artificial. It disgusted me. The first thing I remember is how uncomfortable the technology around me was making me feel. I looked down at the ps2 controller in my hands and watched it melt through my hands and form a puddle on the floor. I was very shocked and uneasy at this point. It was about 10 seconds in. the saliva in my mouth felt ‘electric’ I guess you could say.

    Every thing in the room (walls, chairs etc.) was multi-colored and had shifting and changing patterns moving across them. I started getting really freaked out and was trying to find a way to make it stop. I kept trying to focus on the actual physical shapes of the objects in the room but they kept falling back into the shapes of impossible things. This is like 15-20 seconds in.

    I then said fuck it and tried to relax. I sat back into my seat and closed my eyes. I was just gonna go with it. It became so much more intense! I could still see everything in the room but it was really starting to go wild. Then these three beings descended from above. I think they knew I was already very scared and where trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. They kind of seemed like rabbits but didn’t really look like it… yeah..

    Anyway It felt like they really wanted to get a hold of me and where trying to calm me down. They reached out to me with an inviting umm.. energy. I felt myself being lifted out of my seat being pulled up into this ‘portal’. They where at the entrance of this portal motioning for me to come. They really seemed to want me to join them. I was still very overwhelmed though and had a hard time believing that it was real, They wouldn’t let me come with them if I had any doubt of their existence whatsoever. They saw that I just wasn’t ready and became disappointed. They gave me a feeling like they were saying good by as they started to ascend.

    I thought “Wait! I’m trying to believe! I’m trying to understand!” They smiled at me, waving as they went through the portal. I was so close.. but they just couldn’t bring me with them if I was reluctant at all.

    It changed the way I look at things for ever. I’m just kind of disappointed that I didn’t enter the portal.

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    • James Kalìwæ

      This is EXACTLY why I spent so much time writing this piece. Thank you so much for sharing your experience with the DMT Beings (at least that’s what I call them. This is quite a mind-blowing phenomena, at least I think so. I would even expect those who haven’t tried DMT to become interested in it after learning that totally separate users have seen the same entities. Once again, thanks for sharing, I like the idea of having as many people as possible share their experience with these beings. I totally believe we saw the same three beings.

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  29. Charley

    Dear James, I have never tried dmt, but I have a story for you. I believe you saw what you saw. witnessed the affects from a friend. His name is david. When he tried it, his fiancé said he looked straight forward sitting on the couch in silence. He explained he had seen a door made of light, the door to the fifth dimension. He said he didn’t open it. That he didn’t need to. I hadn’t seen them for a month and a half. I was living with my ex and had moved out, but on the 21st I came back to see them. My ex started to explain that our friend had gone crazy. I was curious. This boy I’m speaking about was not close to crazy. Before he tried the drug, He believed in Wicca and the power of the aura. He said he became a shaman when he found the religion and showed us the importance of meditation. And even though it was odd, i acknowledged his beliefs and found the importance it has. A very peaceful Pisces, is what he was and you’ll see why I’m saying this past tense soon. My ex told me one day, the boy looked at him and said, “do you know who I am?” He replied “yes”. And said his full name. The boy continued, “let me show you who I am”. He drew the Star of David, explaining he is the reincarnation. It was difficult for my friend to explain the evil he could sense. David’s laugh changed. It used to be a goofy laugh that made anyone giggle just hearing it, but it was explained to me as maniacal. It got so bad, that my friend would not let him into his house. On the 21st, my friend got a text that he had beaten his fiancé and is now in jail. The david I know is gone. We think he opened the door and something either came back with him, or took his place. If anyone has thoughts as to help our friend, please let me know. David was good. I sensed a bright pure white in his aura when he was around… But he’s not that anymore. I want my friend back. Thank you for reading.

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    • Carl L

      Important reminder Charley. Drugs can be a fire hose or flame thrower, or far worse. I’ve had a family member’s life destroyed via LSD.

      I suggest that intensive prayer / meditation and heart-focused service to others is the prescription to experience the best that life and creation has to offer. Drug-induced experiences can leave us with awesome metaphysical information and heightened emotions. But a lasting, deeply matured, thoroughly transformed and motivated life of love, compassion, empathy, service, and forgivness simply isn’t achieved via pharmacology.

      Being an athiest does not mean giving up faith and hope in the universal power of love towards others, but such love it’s the hardest task we face. Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh once said “love your enemies” is the greatest koan. I’m not going to speculate on the nature of the beings James encountered, but he should carefully consider the resulting — and profoundly more important — residual motivations of that encounter.

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    • Glenn

      This is a tragic story, if accurate. This is why I will not use pure DMT. A shamanic encounter with ayahuasca is a guided journey into spiritual realms. The loving plant sprit is still present. And with a seasoned, pure-hearted shaman, it’s about healing, purging and positive transformation. But pure DMT is playing with fire, seems to me. And in this case, sounds like playing with hellfire.

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  31. TK

    I had my first DMT experience tonight, Saturday December 15, and I will forever remember it as one of the most intriguing, frightening, exhilarating and humbling experiences of my entire life.

    The part of the experience that I am most intrigued with is the encounter with the beings. I too saw three beings, and I felt like they expected me, or I was supposed to encounter them. At first, I thought they were women, but they were sexless. I looked into their “body” and as I focused in on them, I saw vivid colors that spiraled into what I thought was their DNA or something similar. The patterns became detailed shapes that constantly changed, and went deeper and deeper as if showing me the origins of life. I was afraid of going into what seemed like a portal, so I opened my eyes losing focus.

    I tried to refocus onto to them, but somehow I was seeing more shapes and spirals of colors. The room was magnified with light and color. I thought I was going to piss myself, so I was feeling my legs out of self-consciousness but I was fine. My guide Jason gave me reassurance since my eyes were bugging out and I was looking around the room in confusion.

    There were times that I needed water. My felt like I was dying, not completely in a physical way but a true out-of-body experience. More so than with Ecstasy.

    When I closed my eyes again, I immediately felt transported into another dimension or part of the universe that was unattainable through physical travel. I know it sounds crazy. I don’t care. I just let go, and it was hard because I was afraid. This new dimension was busy; busy with colors and an intense feeling of peace. It was as if there were other souls or beings without any form there. When I opened my eyes, I could see the plants and friends pulsating like on mushrooms and felt their energy. It was calming and puzzling. I wanted to understand but the drug was too powerful, so I let it ride.

    When I was coming down, it was like coming down from mushrooms. I could see colors and tracers. At its peak, it was the most intense trip ever. I felt like crying because of the beauty I witnessed and experienced. I felt like crying because I was afraid and didn’t let go of myself completely. Next time I will. Then I was laughing because how new this all was. I almost wanted it to stop because of the intensity and in some ways, happy that it only lasted 5-10 minutes, and like other people have said, it felt much longer.

    I enjoyed reading your experience, thank you.

    Peace.

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  32. Nailtrail

    Dreaming must not necessarily meant an advantage for our ancestors. That’s an oversimplifcation of evolutionary theory. Our DNA is not a blueprint and genes cannot be tied to various abilities and bodily structures on a one on one basis. The same genes that are responsible for our dreaming ability might be responsible for increased willpower, the ability to better recognize dangerous situations or anything else one would not think of at first. Dreaming can be a totally useless, though fascinating ability tied to some other aspect of our genome.

    Genes responsible for lessened aggressiveness in some foxes also cause more rounded ears. Some human lineages around the globe have a greater susceptibility to sickle cell anemia, but in exchange this genetic disorder helps them fighting malaria better. There are a lot of such examples out there, so I’m absolutely not sure that dreaming must contribute some sort of benefit to a species’ ability to survive on Earth. It could be even the opposite.

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    • James Kalìwæ

      Thank you so much for this thoughtful comment, its very insightful and interesting. I do tend to think of evolution in oversimplified terms, which is easy to do with such a complex phenomena. I love being corrected/challenged on small details such as this, as in any given article there are usually a few statements I make which I anticipate will be challenged by a reader, but they rarely are. This is an example of one of them, and I’m glad you took the time to share your intelligence with me.

      I think I’ll change that whole paragraph a little bit. If nothing else I’m going to change the, “must,” to, “might,” or, “perhaps.”

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  34. Ashton

    I wanted to say i am doing a study on hallucinogens and the spirt realm it started from experiences a family member told me about while taking LSD in the 70′s and your experience was similar well describing there shape.

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  35. Daniel Seth

    I really appreciate all of your above imagery, as my wife experienced DMT not that long ago, and I seem to better understand what she described. This explanation is exactly what I have heard from several other sources, and I definitely believe you crossed to another side.

    I would also commend both you and Alec’s warnings to others. In my opinion, you experienced an interaction with demons of some sort. My personal belief is that they are best referenced in the Book of Enoch, which describes the fall of the Watchers, the angels who fathered the Nephilim. These forces are real and exist around us all the time. The only protection we have is through the acceptance of Christ Jesus our Lord and Savior.

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  37. asdfqwertydude

    Actually DMT is pretty easy to make, there are a lot of good resources out there (you know how to use google right??). An interesting comparison would be between a DMT trip and a strong Salivia trip, I’ve done both … a strong Salivia trip is much more terrifying. Where DMT always has some component of wonderment, a strong Salvia trip always has some authentic doomy feelings i.e. everything in life you experience as the ‘real’ world is meaningless, your friends and familial ties are nothing and so are you.

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  38. kristie

    They say when you are in REM sleep you produce more DMT. I meditated for a few months and then one day when I took a nap I astral projected. Coming out of my body, I actually felt my sould detach. Its surreal and after the experience I have a more humble approach to death. I used to be terrified of the unknown. I know those beings you are talking about!! They scared the shit out of me so bad that everytime I left my body I wound right back in it because I was so scared. They are like a black shadowy type figure. One experience when I left my body I heard the “laugh” that you explained! The laugh reminded me of the laugh in the beginning of the pink floyd song “breathe.” They were all up in my face too, and at one time I felt them pulling my body. As I was floating there I felt them pull my feet and terrified I screamed for help. They come right for you. I have always been scared in thinking these beings were bad trying to take me, or steal my soul. I am going to try again with the intentions that they are there to help.

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    • SweetTooth

      ive never done dmt but i have seen the beings and i have atral projected before… i would slow down the process of sleeping “meditation” i would feel intense vibrations come over me and the feeling like a presence was there.. i would also go into sleep paralysis were that alone would scare me and have me screaming in my mind shouting for help trying to trash my lifeless arms…… the one time i let the vibrations take me over is when i atral projecting… other wise i would usually panic and it would go away…. i opened my eyes but it was in the dream world… and i saw the black figures you are talking about….. glossy shiny black kinda like the 2nd terminator with the guy that morphs… i remember everything so vividly…. i wound up in a house, a abanonded with very old wood and it was sunlight out but the house was dark.. there however was a window and sunlight peering in through some of the wood with holes or cracks in it. Which is when i noticed the black figures… they were on the walls.. as spider man would crawl up a building. i begun to grow very frightened at this moment mainly due to the fact of what they looked like and how they were clinged to the walls, and the fact that i was frightened is what engaged them almost like rats to cheese… but i felt like it was my energy they wanted. Like they craved it… and then i opened my eyes agian to find myself in my dorm

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  39. sam

    This article is unbelievable.. I didn’t know anything about DMT, before I took it, Which is actually extremely out of character for me.. my friend had taken his turn before me, and the lighter died in mid hit, but before he could finish, he started tripping… When it was my turn, my dose was packed on top of his, and I believe this is why I “broke through”, and no one else that I was with did… When I came back, I tried to explain to them what I saw, and they didn’t understand, or experience anything close to what I did… I had this experience about 4-5 months ago, and I never really looked for any literature on it until now… At least past the joe rogan youtube video.. Your experience was VERY similar to mine, however mine was very fleeting and I couldn’t recall a lot of aspects until reading your article… It was much like a lucid dream, but when you wake up, you can only remember certain aspects, and the longer your awake and try to remember, the harder it gets.. The one thing you didn’t mention, that I remember, was an extremely profound feeling of dejavu… Almost like the place I was in, was where I originated from… I was really scared, but o only felt that way because I was afraid I wouldnt return… For some reason I wasnt afraid of the beings because I felt like I had met them before… Even when I came down, I had an immense feeling of deja vu that I couldn’t shake, I felt as if I had lived my life before.. I also noticed the “overseer”, and from the point of noticing him, I couldn’t help but stare at him.. I felt as though I could gain the most knowledge from him, so I almost stopped paying attention to the dancing figures entirley.. He wasnt really a man, but just a dark silouhette of a man.. But once again, i felt like I knew him, and right before I came back, he reached out to me with his hand, immediatley after reaching out, I was violently thrusted back to reality… It wasn’t a slow transition for me, it was almost instantaneously… So much so, in fact, I spent about 15 minutes trying to distinguish the difference between hallucination and reality… It was hands down the most intense experience of my life and I well never forget it… I also decided I will nnenever do dmt again, if given the opportunity… I think it is an experience everyone should nhave once, but I think it can be easily abused and disrespected.. Thanks for youre article man.. It was very descriptive, and your quite obviously a very good writer… Im just curious as to if anyone else felt the dejavu, because it was by far, the strongest emotion I felt while under the influence…

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  40. Tree Frog

    Thank you, James. This is a well written account of that realm. I like to read DMT experiences to remind myself that there are other rational people out there that have had encounters with the entities and KNOW they are real despite the total lack of scientific evidence. I believe DMT shows us more of reality that our senses can’t usually comprehend. There are similarities and differences in our experiences. Details aren’t that important. I will say there has been psychic communication with the beings and they experienced my existence (I think that was what was happening when your ‘ life flashed before your eyes. Faces and places’ paired with intense emotions). In turn, they have also showed me glimpses ‘ behind the veil’ so to speak; a larger portion of reality. This is both extremely gratifying and intriguing to me. They mean no harm
    but I have no idea what their motive is.

    I can say with some authority that no one will recieve answers to all their questions through DMT. I’ve done DMT many times spread over the years and also ayahuasca once. Each time was blissful and I’ve learned a lot. I’m not necessarily advocating this though. It can leave you with more questions than answers sometimes. And that can be frustrating. However, once in a great while I will visit the DMT realm again and it is great for my spiritual and psychological health. Really, no joke. I feel especially uplifted for weeks. I’ve never regretted it. But I can see how it could seperate some people from reality. So be careful and respectful.

    Although I now recognize the limitations of DMT (some things you can’t know while your earthly body is still alive), I will do DMT again someday when it feels right. It is medicine right for me and another human can’t convince me otherwise. When I go there again it will probably be while I’m already tripping on LSD. I take LSD maybe 2-3 times a year. Ever since I tried DMT while on LSD, I realized it’s the only way worth taking it for me. Already being in an altered, spiritually open state before taking DMT helps with the transition between realms. It also helps me go ‘ behind the veil’ of the patterns/ visual hallucinations and receive a clearer signal from the beings on the other side. I am aware this sounds totally crazy buy I dont care. It works for me and I know it’s real. I know it in my heart.

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    • Tree Frog

      Fyi: LSD also prolongs the experience and brings you back gently over hours. Not to be a hypocrite but again, I don’t advocate this for everyone. I’ve seen people get very confused and smoke DMT like crack to try and get answers or see pretty things over and over. Thats not the point. It is a sacred gift. Treat it as such please.

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  45. Elliott

    This reminds me of the breakthrough expierence when one would leave the cave in platos alagory of the cave where people would see entities resembling joy, love, justice and so on. This is what he was referring to as enlightenment.

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  46. Charles Rountree

    While I have not done DMT, I have been interested in it for awhile for it’s affects on what’s called the “Pineal Gland,” an anomylous segment of the cranial cage that integrates the two aspects of what we call the “Brain.” I have had many visions before. Non -Drug induced. When I was in High School I used to go into what I learned later is a “Hypnogogic” state in which I was immobile and a Huge Face appeared before me, in a room full of reflective colors. I learned later through some reading that this is considered a pre-Conditional state to paranoid schizophernia but what do these people know?? I am 43 now, highly successful and no History of paranoid Shcizophrenia, in my Family. My family, however, is psychic. My Mother and Grandmother both relayed the same experiences to me that I had, over time, and I think this may have influenced my interest in use of DMT. I am writing this to you because I’ve been wanting to try “DMT”(???) for some time. I have done an incredibly stong dose of LSD (I think it might have been ’19??’–felt like it, anyway) and Shrooms. I am familiar w/the kind of Transitory ‘illusions,’ you speak about. That is not the kind of Trip I want. Recently, I injured a muscle and was given a prescription for “Tizanidine.” It is a rather regular muscle relaxant prescribed for this sort of thing. I also take, at the same time, a nightly dose of ‘Melatonin’ and “L-Tryptophan,” from Life Extension. I’ve found these two substances together give me Lucic Dreams. Well, when I mixed it all together w/Tizanidine I suddenly went into an incredibly wierd state where my REM sleep was amplified even more than usual, though in a different way. I was being observed by Reptilian -like creatures on a space-craft bed or something or sometimes even in a Peruvian rain forest w/souls from a long time ago playing flutes for me, greeting me, as if they were expecting me. I know this sounds like the sort of DMT experiences reported, online. But this happened, IN MY DREAMS!!! I learned later that a Side Effect of “Tizanidine” is an enhancement of REM sleep and it’s interaction on the Pineal Gland. What I have since come to conclude it that I must have experienced some upsurge to the “DMT,” in my brain, while asleep, while never actually having consumed any “DMT,” in any (‘direct??’) Way. I am actually still following this “regimine” of Tryptophan, the muscle Relaxant and Melatonin, at night, and to Great effect!!! I think I may be experiencing some semblence of the whole experience you and so many others speak of in my dreams. I had one incredibly Vivid “Dream(??)” lately where I seemed to flow into this immoble state where I simply fell, stunned, by this black cloud–from the beginning of time–that was nameless and beyond all comprehension, yet that we had all flowed out of, and there were these white, amorphous, ghost-like creatures all around me with three fingers (I remember that dinstinctly, three-fingers–almost reptilian, like a thing from a former branch of the “evolutionary chain(???)”–then all of a sudden I had a hand w/only three fingers and I remember thinking “This is Awfully Wierd for just a Lucid Dream!!!” The most appalling aspect of this “Trip”/Dream was the ineffable air of undefinaeability surrounding this Whole thing. It was almost as if it were out of all space and all time and so strange as to be a thing not definately having to do w/”Ego,” in any way, at all. Anyway, I want to exprerience more. I think enhancement of my Pinneal Gland and possibly “DMT”(??) may be the way. I’ve looked online for some way to bring this experience closer to myself but I don’t really know. Maybe one day I can afford to go to a retreat!!! But I sent this email to you as I thought you might appreciate it . . . as an “adjunct” to the experience you speak about, in the very Least. Thanks Alot!!! . . .

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  47. UncleLuke

    dude im so blown away right now last night i just had the most intense breakthrough EVERRRRRRRRRR . ive done DMT about 10-15 times so far now but last night NO LIE Aliens were playing with my brain i felt like my brain was being tapped into and at the above comment about the girl seeing herself THEY SHOWED ME MYSELF ASWELL As a Matter of Fact At the end of the trip they threw me back into my human body . There was Atleast 3 entities throughout my encounter they were dancing around me it looked like but i could never get a clear picture of what the fuck they looked like . then a blackish entity was right up in my face and it was pretty terrifyingly intense i felt like id stopped breathing just knowing he was there watching me and then i saw a blue flashlight flash and i remember saying it outloud and my friend said dude i saw the exact same thing . We both talked about the experience after and we felt like we were seeing their world something that was supposed to be hidden from all humanity but with this drug its able to be tapped into . im blown away it was the most terrifying amazing experience lol i truely broke through and was no longer in our beautiful world we call earth . There Are other beings in this world maybe not our universe but they know about us , and now i can truely say that i know OF them . WOW im just lost for words and i sound completely insane thats why im only telling you guys ( internet people that will never know who i really am in this world) because telling even my closest family member about this would get me baker acted. im blown away ……………………..

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  48. Sissy

    So my “friend” experienced a DMT breakthrough tonight. My friend reported that she at first saw a small white light leaving her body. Then the hallucinations started, that’s what she said. She stated that she could see herself staring at herself, like an outer body experience. As she has been struggling with addiction, looking herself in the eye was hard. She then stated she saw what looked like spirits and they were definitely focking and dancing like indians(indulging). She was drawn to them, they were talking, but all she made out and can remember that a light came on at her neighbors. She kind of got scared, the spirits asked her, who is that? The light seemed to startle them. Or something did. Her mom, being super catholic, prays to Mary. She saw a psychedillic picture of what looked like Mary, the tattoo. The spirits then retreated, and she also did because her neighbors are likely to call them fiftys. She definitely believes in another dimension, another dimension, another dimension, another dimension. Beastie Boys rant, sorry. She does not know exactly what to make of it. Is this really another dimension. I believe so, I truly believe this person and it made her feel like her life needs to change. It seemed like a warning to her??????????????

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    • James Kalìwæ

      Thanks for relaying your friend’s experience here. It’s quite possible that if your friend is headed down an unhealthy road of addiction, the beings she saw attempted to impart the danger such a lifestyle poses to her wellbeing here on Earth. I hope she takes it to heart and lets the experience give her the strength to overcome her addiction. I believe part of the DMT experience involves being shown the true nature of your own character; who you truly are absent all the earthly factors which shape and mold our image of ourselves here on Earth. As someone who’s addicted to a number of unhealthy things myself, I had a similar resistance toward accepting this part of the trip.

      I hope you’ll work to reinforce her feelings of needing to change. Addiction is something that’s very hard to overcome, and a DMT trip – despite the extent of its profoundness – won’t likely be enough to get her off whatever she’s using. She needs friends from this plane of existence to help her. If her experience with DMT has created an inroad for you to do that, that’s great. But don’t think because she had this profound experience she’ll automatically be over her addiction.

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  49. Chris flores

    I have a question how do I get this. Please reply i’ve been looking for dmt for a while now. Nobody seems to have some.

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    • carlos

      Chris Flores, I have only heard of it being sold locally twice in the 4 years that i have been aware of the drug. If you are confident in your abilities, have the means to, and do plenty of research, you can either synthesize or extract it yourself. That is something that I have wanted to do for years but have never gotten around to. Visit erowid for some good procedures.

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  50. Holly Sanderson

    I had to comment after reading this. After doing DMT for the first time last week i did exactly as you did and scoured the web looking for answers, opinons, anything. Your account is the closest in visual and emotional sense that i have come across.
    There are still slight disparitys but only a few. You don’t mention in mg the hit you took, but i have since discovered that i was also given a double hit. The guy who gave me the DMT cooked it himself, i was with friends, lying outside on a warm New Mexico evening. I had complete faith and trust in the situation and the people i was with, yet once i broke through into what these guys kept calling ‘hyperspace’ I experienced the same fear you describe. The beings i saw were not black, they were white, but such a pure glowing white that i’m not sure it can’t even be called a colour. There were at least 5, but in structure sound extremely similar to the ones you saw. Your description of them laughing, almost condescendingly, is also accurate. I have no doubt that they knew it was my first time.
    What i found unbelievable about your account is your description of the female type being with tentacles. At first, she terrified me. I saw and her and thought i was never coming back. She came closer and closer and i was trying my hardest to smile but couldn’t, i couldn’t hide my fear. But then again, similar to you, my mind changed and I accepted it. I think for me it was less curiosity but more that morbid acceptance people are said to feel before they die. I thought that if this being, who was clearly a lot more supreme and powerful than me, wanted to hurt me then what could i do about it? If she wanted to, she would, end of. As soon as i thought this and relaxed, she backed away.
    I do not recall any figure in the corner, any overseer, but maybe i was focusing too damn hard on everything else going on…
    You don’t mention anything about any aural experiences as you’re launching. I took two hits, holding both in for as long as possible. In fact, I can’t even remember exhaling the second hit. I closed my eyes almost immediately and lay back, but i was definitely gone before i hit the floor. Along with the rollercoaster feeling you describe I could hear an intense white noise sort of buzz, that increased tenfold and then as i ‘broke through’ just stopped. I couldn’t hear my breath, my heartbeat, nothing. As i mentioned earlier i was lying outside, but i couldn’t hear any kind of normal sounds. It was almost as if i’d been entirely immersed underwater, and then the incredible patterns kicked in. I was wondering if you also experienced any similar sort of sound experience?
    When i came to i couldn’t describe my experience to the guys i was with. I could tell that they wanted me to talk about it, and i wanted to, but i just had to get my head around it first. I think it’s incredible how well you have been able to describe something so indescribable.

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    • James Kalìwæ

      I want to thank you for this comment. Other than it being really insightful, it has reignited my strong belief in the afterlife. Like I said in the article, I’m very agnostic by nature. Over time, since doing DMT, the belief in the afterlife that it ignited began to fade away somewhat. This belief was further tested when a very close friend, who appeared in this story as ‘Jay’, passed away recently. I’ve never been so effected by anything in my life as I have been by the death of this friend. I simply don’t have it in me to address every aspect of your comment at this moment, however I wanted you to know how much I appreciate it, and that I will get around to sharing my thoughts on it sooner than later. Thanks again. :)

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  52. mr tree

    Ive been reading up on this and find it very interesting. Ive only smoked weed and done extacy and sometimes weed can make me have little anxiety attacks but i would really like to try this. Is there any way i could prepare my self in any way so i dont freak out and go into cardiac arrest or something like that haha

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    • James Kalìwæ

      There is absolutely no possible way to prepare yourself for a DMT trip. Even having done it once, I doubt I’d be prepared for the second time. Having said that, unless you have a history of heart problems, you’d be no more likely to go into cardiac arrest than you would experiencing anything else you find frightening. The chemical DMT itself certainly wouldn’t cause cardiac arrest, but the experience of tripping on it could feasibly trigger a heart attack if the user is already susceptible to them.

      And weed gives all of us anxiety lol. :P

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  53. GStar

    Thanks for your account of what happened! I read stories from other people, but there’s seemed too difficult to understand. I could actually understand your story. After reading others’ stories, I felt down, like if I were to try it there would be no way I’d need to return to Earth to continue the journey, as the trip seemed amazing and that people said it was profound and life changing. But your story put me at ease. I particularly felt better when I read the man held you (or Alec- can’t remember) and said they enjoyed your presence and friendship. It just made me think they really loved and appreciated your visit. Being loved and at peace is an incredible feeling. And since he told one of you the visit would be his last, it reinforces that we chose to come here and experience this Earth and maybe we predetermined how long we’ll be here. I’m glad I got to read your story because I feel like I don’t have to experience DMT for myself at this point. Given the opportunity and if I was ready, I might try. But I’m sure everyone gets to experience it when they die, so we all just have to enjoy life and be patient.

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    • James Kalìwæ

      Thanks for the kind words. Yeah, it’s certainly my conviction that DMT is not something to be trifled with. Having said that, I believe it’s totally fine to experiment with as long as the user maintains a level of honest respect towards it. I have met two people since doing DMT who, at least I deduced from talking with them, didn’t really respect it as anything other than another hallucinogenic drug. They did it way too many times and the concept of that being a bad thing was foreign to them. They came across as fucking crazy people (which was what led me to strike up a conversation with them in the first place). I believe DMT caused these two particular individuals to literally go insane – from talking with them I could tell they had become completely disconnected with our reality. As though they no longer cared for their life anymore because of their many experiences in the DMT realm. All I know is that’s not how we’re supposed to see things. We’re supposed to accept this world as reality, we’re supposed to fear death, and we’re supposed to believe our actions are autonomous from fate. Anything that alters those suppositions is bad for us as humans, regardless of whether or not that which alters them is a product of reality. That’s just how I feel at least.

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  54. Lady Blue

    I had exactly this type of experiance tonight. I have a recollection of closing my eyes when it began, but once i went through the portal my eyes to me were wide open. I was in a place more real then this earth, with the three dark blobs and a boy. They were flying in a spaceship, doing things, really fast, lots of movement, really loud noise and brighter
    colours then ive ever seen before. They told me they were life. But i had a strong feeling like i was somewhere i should not be. They were staring at me, but then everything changed. I felt like i could not go back to my
    body, like they wanted me to stay. A screen showed images of people on earth we were looking down at them. It was increadibly real, i spoke to the boy, asked questions. However i did not get a clear understanding of this situation. Except that they were life. This was beyond a drug, it felt more real then reality ever has. I had the overwhelming feeling that could have stayed there and these beings wanted me to. It was very intense and slighty scary as i battled to remember my body. At one point i didnt think i would ever come back. With a little help and much confusion i somehow returned to my body but not occupying it yet. It was more like being at the gate to two worlds, where i had acess to both and really had to make a slow effort to come back to this one. The visuals and feelings lasted a good 20 mins once i was confident i was in my body and i still had a strong, but not an all encompassing connection to this other place. It was profoundly scary and wonderful. What i saw and felt was beyond hallucinations and more clear then the nacked eye. This experience left me completely in awe, joy and full of questions. Its like nothing else here on earth, a different and new perspective of life, one i hope to one day understand. This world now feels like a dream in comparision, the reality we live, a fraction of what it could be.

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    • James Kalìwæ

      Oh shit, I don’t know how I managed to miss replying to you until now. Thank you very much for sharing this here. I’ll respond to this more thoroughly when I have time, a lot of stuff about your experience excites me but I have to actually sit down and think about it. Thanks again for sharing this. :)

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  55. Tony

    oh. my. goodness. i am sooo glad you followed me.
    im glad i came across this because you, so far, are the only one that my experience sounds similar too. i actually tried dmt for the first time like 3-4 days ago, and couldnt bare to explain what the hell happened to my friends.

    you literally took the words out of my mouth. although some parts of it was different, like seeing THAT many human-like forms etc. cause I only saw one demon. and that was… my friend. he like kept turning into a demon and i would blink and try to focus back (like you– crazy, cause you seem to act the same way i do when i do drugs) lol but he kept shifting back into a demon/devil form. and i was shit-scared. couldnt sleep the past two days. questioning what the hell that was and scared it would come back.

    i thought i was being possessed or brainwashed and was gonna be taken away. but anywho, i love this. thanks for the share. but i do have a question that my friends have still yet to answer. what exactly does that mean ? you know… the shit people see during their trip on dmt ? does me seeing this demon/devil mean anything ? am i a bad person ? am i gonna go to hell ? like what the fuck ? lol or does none of this shit mean nothing ? sorry for all the questions… i just never have ever dealt with anything like that.

    like you, ive done shrooms and other drugs but never came to a trip anything like this. and it kinda left me feeling unsettled. it would be great if youd reply. havent been able to find anyone to talk to about this that understood.

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    • James Kalìwæ

      Thank you so much for sharing that, it makes me feel better about how much time I spent writing it. :P Plus, you helped me to remember something about my trip.

      To be honest, I get the feeling our experiences were even more similar than we could ever know. It’s such an overwhelming and elaborate experience – I would venture to surmise that any discrepancy between my written recount above and your subjective recollection has more to do with my inability to adequately translate my entire experience into writing. While I tried my best to do so, there were some parts that were simply too abstract to put into writing.

      Which is why I felt so compelled to try. My hope was people like you would notice some similarities between their experiences and mine, and help me to kind of fill in the blanks. I, too, felt as though [at least one of] the beings was morphing back and forth between a demon-type figure and a familiar, specific person I know in real life. However, I chalked this down to a defense mechanism of my brain. I figured I was so intensely terrified by these beings that my brain attempted to superimpose images of my friends over them. However, once I got to the part where I relaxed and disposed of my fear, this stopped happening, and it was just me and the beings.

      As far as what it all means, you have no idea how badly I wish I could answer that for you. It’s only natural that we ask, I came out of it with the same intense desire to know, “what did that mean?” Actually, that question enveloped my life for like the following month. All I can say is, it doesn’t really “mean” anything, other than there might be more to this whole “life” thing than I had previously thought. At least that’s what I got out of it.

      Only you can truly know whether or not you’re a bad person. But I know I’m not, and I’m convinced we saw the same type of beings/spirits. Like I mentioned toward the end of the article, we don’t know what any of the beings from human folklore actually look like. Angels, demons, etc… How do you know what you saw wasn’t actually a guardian angel of sorts? Just because it didn’t have wings and a halo? So don’t assume just because what you saw looked demonic or whatever, that it actually was.

      But yeah, thanks again for sharing. Feel free to ask as many questions as you want. :)

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      • Tony

        yeahh, i just feel more like our emotional state was similar. ive read a couple of stories about people’s experiences, and although i have came across one human-like/devil form (on a friend) but i dont recall ever being able to talk to them. i did hear voices but im pretty sure without a doubt it was my friends talking to me calming me down because I literally had a bad trip, or atleast i thought so. i mean, i was freaking the hell out, terrified. lol jesus.

        but i need an advice. see, i took this because- well i heard taking this would be like a life changing experiences blahblahblah. i mean, it definitely had me thinking a whole lot, but i dont feel like it changed my life much. and change as in for the best. because im a point in life where im not really satisfied and i went through this hoping to gain some insight and HAPPINESS. but im bummed my experience was not all lala land and bubblegum pop. do you think if i tried it one more time, since i know what to expect, i would have a better trip ? my friends said i was at level 4 of the trip. i definitely did ripp the shit out of the pipe like i usually do when i smoke weed and such. had NO idea i was gonna trip that hard ! like i said, other drugs have never really impacted me in any sort so i ripped it really hard and held it in for a loooong time lol and resulted in a freaking out/bad trip.

        so what do you think ? if i was to do it again, would i trip better knowing what to expect ? or could it go either way, good or bad ? Also, when i hear people saying they talk to these figures, should i ask them questions as to what i wanna know ? like spiritual questions ? questions that people dont have answers too ?

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  56. Liquid Lucidia

    Great experience my friend. I want to explore DMT myself…. I´m sure I will one day.
    I have a few trippy experiences with mushrooms and I would like to share one thing that happened:
    On my first mushroom trip, I was with a friend. When the shrooms started kicking in slowly, I was noticing small pink spots on the ceiling, kind of like electric neon lights. (When I looked in a mirror, there were pink spots on my face too.)
    I said to my friend; “Whoa hey, are you also seeing…….” -And my friend simply finished the sentence: “pink spots on the ceiling?!”
    It´s all so fascinating!

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    • James Kalìwæ

      Haha! Thanks for sharing. I think my experiences with shrooms were a little subdued, but I only ate 2 grams each time. Next time I get the chance, I’m definitely doing a whole eighth or more. :P

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  57. John Jr

    I finally thought of some questions Mr. James, please forgive me if I ask some questions that are already answered. ;)

    1. Do you remember any smells during any of this, if so, could you describe them?

    2. Do you remember any change(s) of temperature during any of this, if so, could you describe it?

    3. Did any of the beings really describe themselves as being deities (neutral or multi-gendered or not defined) and/or gods (male deities) and/or goddesses (female deities), or is that just what your friend thought?

    4. The tribal-like dance that some of the beings did, are there any videos or something that you could share that might give us a somewhat similar example of how they danced?

    5. Have you ever had any dreams with these beings in them, since you had this experience?

    6. When you crossed the portal/light was the female being and the other beings like her, similar to the three beings that brought you through the portal/light?

    7. Could you or someone else draw/paint/create some examples of these beings and/or could you find & share some images that are somewhat similar to the beings? (I used to watch The Secret World of Alex Mack, so I have a good idea of how the first three beings probably looked ;) )

    8. Could you describe the look of the place behind the portal/light, could you describe your feelings of that place, and could you describe any sounds that you heard in that place?

    9. When the beings touched you, how did that feel and did it feel like that were draining some of your energy and/or recording information/data about you and/or sharing/giving something to you?

    I think that is enough questions for now, hehehe. :D

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  58. Evan

    Wow, What a story that was. I have to ask, Was your DMT yellow or white? Was it N-N DMT or 5-Meo-DMT? I’ve done N-N DMT quite a few times, and only the first time was really life changing. It wasn’t an out of body or spiritual kind of thing, it was just an awakening and taught me how to be happy and enjoy life. But that was the first time and it was a small dose. This weekend I did three very large doses of N-N DMT and I must say, its was crazy, words can barely describe what I saw. The first out of body experience left my floating through space all by myself just looking off into the distance at this little oasis. It looked like a beautiful place and I wanted nothing more to go over to it, but I couldn’t. The second night I had another out of body experience, this time I was racing through my own mind and looking back at events and what not that have shaped who I am recently and it made me realize to just be me. It was crazy, I’m still trying to process it and what not. It was just unbelievable, but I was the only one there. I was just racing through my mind and going over everything. And then there was the third time I left my body, I haven’t done it since, I’ve been afraid. I left my body and was floating around, but I was in the oasis that I only saw the first time I left my body. Everything there was crazy, it looked like minecraft, and all sorts of crazy shit was going on. Extension cords on the ground turned into snakes and then the snakes turned into big blocks, like snakes from the game “snake” on old cellphones. It was crazy, and so much other stuph was going on too but I couldn’t process it. I then started to drift away from this place and I slowly fell back into my body, I don’t know how else to describe it other then pure insanity. I had no idea what was going on and couldn’t process it. I started to freak the fuck out. I feel like that I just remained calm I would have meet these beings you saw. I don’t know. It was all just so much. I want to try it again in a high dose and try to go where you did, but I’m going to start meditating first. The friends who I did it with have all been mediating everyday and they had way better experiences and saw people. Maybe if my brain was stronger I could have understanded it better? Maybe if I wasn’t so scared all of a sudden. I don’t know. Have you been meditating? Sorry that that is an unformulated rant but I hope you take the time to read it and respond. Your story was amazing and I’m not afraid of it anymore, I just feel like I should wait a while before I go there again.

    Evan

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    • James Kalìwæ

      First of all, thanks for your initial question. It made me realize I never mentioned anything about the actual DMT; I’ll need to update the article with that.

      My friend Alec actually had two forms of what I believe was the same type of DMT. They were both white, but one bag was in powder form and the other was in crystal form. Each of our hits were a mix of both. The crystals were a little bit off-white, but I wouldn’t say they were yellow.

      As far as the rest of your comment, I enjoyed reading your experience. However, I feel implored to warn you to be careful with the amount of times you use DMT. Even though you ended by saying you feel you should wait before going there again, which I think is smart, I don’t want there to be any chance that my article makes you comfortable enough with DMT to do it over and over again. I mean, for all I know, there’s absolutely no harm in that; however, considering that too much of anything is always a bad thing, that seems unlikely. So please, just be very careful and responsible with your experiences with this drug.

      Another part of your comment worried me somewhat. The part where you question whether if your brain was “stronger” maybe you would have understood it better. That is the completely wrong way to look at this whole experience, so do away with that thought. Unless you have a severe mental disability, your brain is just as capable and “strong” as anyone else’s, and that’s simply a fact. If you think along those lines, however, and start discounting your own thoughts, and ability to create thoughts, as inferior to others’, that’s when your brain will become weaker. Don’t discount yourself.

      One more thing. The part where you asked if you would’ve seen more if you weren’t so scared: I think there’s something to that. I remember feeling as though there was something practical about the way I resisted the DMT beings initially. In my case, I was lucky enough to have a friend who calmed me down, but before he calmed me down, I remember almost feeling as though the beings would’ve gone away had I not calmed down. In fact, after Alec calmed me down, I remember being worried that that’s what happened. Because once he told me “Let them take you, they’re cool.” I had that realization, “Oh yeah, I’m on DMT. I wanted this.” So I would recommend you to go to great lengths to ensure you’re as comfortable and calm during your next experience as possible.

      Syke, I lied. One more thing. Don’t mistake the fact that I saw more than you to mean that I somehow understood it better. I’m totally with you when it comes to my thoughts and feelings on the experience. I don’t know what it means, if anything. However, I will say, if you want to understand it better, it has less to do with the strength of your brain, and more to do with how you go about using it. All you can do it witness it. However, witnessing it with detail involves disposing of your fear (just like with a scary movie – you’re not gonna be able to describe the monster/ghost/zombie very well if you turned away every time he appeared). Once you witness it, and come out of the trip, you gotta do your best to write down the key parts of what you remember. The most vivid things. Don’t even worry about making sentences, just write down anything that’ll remind you of what you saw. Maybe, then, can we begin to understand it. But then again, maybe we never will.

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  60. John Jr

    This was amazingly well written and detailed Mr. James, this is one of the most interesting blog posts that I have ever read, bravo!

    I think that it is good that you described/shared your experience, and I found it to be very informative & interesting; especially as a person interested in dreams, which I often share on my own blog, and I am curious about some of the many unknown aspects of things like this.

    I heard a bit about DMT online and I am curious about the similarities between dreaming and the effects of DMT, and so your experience has given me a lot of things to think about and compare.

    Right now I can not think of any questions that I want to ask you about your experience, but I might think of some questions one day; thank you very much for sharing this. :)

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  61. Alec

    Hey man loved the post, very detailed, definitely brought me back to that day. You were correct when you stated that I would never do it again, and I probably will not for the rest of my life. Although some aspects of our experience were the exact same, some were very different. I want to explain one part because I believe it is important. I took a great interest in “the man in the corner”. I viewed him as the superior or authoritative figure. At one point I spoke with him. Well, more communicated through an unfamiliar form (not speaking but exchanging thoughts), and he showed me the spirit world. We did not stay in the same spot where the rest of them were dancing; we traveled. Once we were far away enough from everything, and everyone else, “the man in the corner” “evolved” my spirit. He brought me up onto his level of existence, as if he made me equal to him allowing me to experience and see what he experiences and sees. At this point in time I literally felt the universe. I became connected with all living things on earth, but just for a brief second. As he cradled me in his arms like a baby, putting me back into my body, he specifically communicated that he, and the rest of the “gods” enjoyed my presents and friendship. I told him I didn’t want to leave, but he said that it wasn’t my time yet to permanently be with them. He said that he will welcome me when I come up there, but not to “over stay” my welcome there while still in this world. I am afraid of the consequences of doing so, but look forward to being with them again, when it is my time. I believe that DMT is a tool that allows us to connect with the spirits and afterlife, but also that it shouldn’t be messed with a lot. My only advice is that when you do it, and they come for you (which they will, they always do) let them take you, be friendly with them, enjoy being with them. They will show you the most beautiful things ever imagined (or not imagined i guess i should say) but don’t over stay your welcome. DMT will change your life after doing it, and I believe that spending too much time up there before you are allowed to permanently stay there may be bad for the mind and soul. Its worth trying, life changing, but be careful and make sure you have somebody with you who has done it before to help guide you when things get weird.

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    • liz

      Thanks for posting this. First time I read something related to my many experiences of feeling one with the universe and being back home not wanting to leave either.when Im there. Also messages that are repeated is Love.Trust.Believe.Thankyou. never have done dmt. Deep gratitude for the feeling of belonging… we are all one and indeed this life is the dream and as such we can make of it whatever we choose of it without any restrictions. Bless

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    • Ed

      I didn’t see any beings, I got to see what my friends see thru their eyes, I took two hits really fast and held it in as long as I could, as I exhaled I heard a really loud static and it felt like everything was speeding up even tho I was sittin on the couch. Then I seem like a blue mist that covered the room, right after that I started to look around to see if anything else had changed, that’s when I realized I was my friend I saw what he saw felt what he felt, this kinda scared me I turned around to look back at myself sitting on the couch and when I realized that it was like I was back in my body but I only lasted a second, before I knew it I was like in five places at once I could see everything that was going on outside and in the room. I saw my self again and just like that I was back in my body. (First two minutes)Then my friend asked me if I wanted to go outside and look at stuff outside when I got up I seen neon multi colored particles that seemed to b coming off me, I looked at my friend and those same particles were dancing around his body. I went out side and I realized everything was breathing the grass, trees even the leafs on the trees, I looked at the sky and it was like there were a bunch of fuzz balls in the sky but each of these fuzz balls had its own atmosphere, almost like I was looking at other universes. These fuzz balls were everywhere idk what they mean but I think it might b other dimensions that we can’t see.

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  62. Rick

    I really enjoyed your story. I have yet to try DMT. My experence with drugs are about zero….just a little pot. My reasoning is to understand life and death and what GOD is. Doing the drug scares me… I am not all that eventurist but this really seems to be something that may hold a key to knowledge. I think I know how to make DMT …not sure how else to get it. I hope u continue to blog….ur words gave me comfort and courage. I’m Rick in Phoenix AZ. Hope to have one of my own stories soon

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    • James Kalíwæ

      Let me know if you do wind up with your own story! As far as understanding what God is, I personally wouldn’t go down that road. The way I look at it, expecting to be able to understand God is like expecting your computer to understand you; its just not possible. I don’t think God created us to understand him, if he exists. At least, that would be uncharacteristically egotistical of him if he did. :P As far as understanding ‘life’ goes, you got the right idea, there. If anything, God created us so we may develop our own understanding of life.

      Thanks for the kind words, Rick. :)

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  63. PS: I LUV U

    Is it hypocritcal to hope that modern medicine can bring me back from near death, and yet feel there is something wrong with doing DMT? For some reason, I think this is something we shouldn’t mess with. I don’t know if we’re supposed to “cross over” before we cross over, no matter what you believe is waiting.

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    • James Kaliway

      Well, I’ve never thought of it before, but to answer your first question: Yes, I would consider that one specific line of thinking hypocritical. But since when is hypocrisy a sin? :P But is there anything wrong with believing DMT is something we shouldn’t mess with? Not at all. In fact, had I been aware of precisely what a DMT trip entails prior to doing it, I probably wouldn’t have fucked with it. Having said that, despite my initial assumption that I “was somewhere I shouldn’t be,” the beings I saw on DMT did all they could to dispel that feeling from me. Now, why they acted in such a way is something I don’t know; just because they acted like my presence was welcome doesn’t mean it actually was. But I can’t muddle my mind with every single hypothetical.

      My friend Alec had the same experience with the beings his first time. The second time, when he did it with me, he told me that as he was being placed back in his body, one of the beings cradled him like a baby and imparted to him not to ever return; that they’ve enjoyed having him, but that he may never return. Needless to say, he has no interest in ever doing it again.

      To be honest, I’m rather frightened at the prospect of experiencing DMT again. The principle reason being my propagation of the experience. If you’re right, and it is indeed something we shouldn’t mess around with, I’m afraid the beings will be furious with me, if I ever return, for attempting to describe their world in human terms. However, the overall feeling I got from these beings was pure benevolence. I mean from their character – not physical makeup. Their physical makeup is scary as shit. But the way they act; I still think they may have been guardian angels of sorts. But anyway, thanks a bunch for your input; as you can tell, it’s got me thinking. :P

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      • PS: I LUV U

        Actually, you did a great job describing your experience. I think that’s why it kind of scared me, and reassured me at the same time. Who doesn’t want to believe there is something good waiting for us after death?

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        • James Kalíwæ

          You actually just summed up my feelings from the days after doing it. Even, in a way, some of the feelings I had during it. You’re right, who doesn’t want to believe there is something good waiting for us after death?

          In my case, it was a weird bitter-sweet type of experience. While I was convinced of what I saw, I had long since accepted – and been fine with – the ‘fact’ that once you die, your body rots in the ground, and that’s it. So for me, it was kinda like, “Oh, fuck… Maybe there is more to this whole afterlife thing.” Yet, at the same time, what I saw was merely what I saw, and does not guarantee anything about what’s really real. Shit, I mean, I can’t even guarantee this world is really real. What proof do I have? My eyes? Well, what are those? Biological tools which decode information (the wavelengths of photons) into what I know of as ‘sight.’ It’s certainly ‘real’ within the context of all we’re capable of knowing, but that doesn’t guarantee it’s existence. Which then takes you full circle back to the experience of DMT; which, while I can’t know for sure if it’s actually a spiritual one, I do know it was indeed an experience, and one so specific in its imagery that it’s hard to believe a world created purely through natural coincidence, as atheists believe ours was, could result in a species evolving the ability to receive them as I did.

          So yeah, after all that complicated twisted logic was done being computed in my brain, I was left with an overall reassured feeling about the afterlife.

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  64. mommysaidaswearword

    I’d never do this, and I would be really, really pissed at my kid if she ever did it. But this is really interesting stuff, and it is pretty cool for me to get to learn about it through your writing (as that is the only way I ever could, lol). I hope you can generate a big causal link, or uncover whatever answers are out there, because it is really quite astonishing to think that it can be replicated and recounted like that.

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    • James Kaliway

      Just a note to you guys who want to talk: I started a new job just a day or two after publishing this. I’ll try to contact/respond to ya’ll as soon as possible; I’m not ignoring ya’ll.

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  66. Matty Cake

    Crazy shit man… its pretty crazy that I happened to do DMT for the first time last month too… crazier yet I found your blog on like the 5th page of Google concerning how to cover up my weed scent in a house of anti-weeders. And you seem to have turned Agnostic for the reason I did, damn church being a cult and nobody is willing to except it, well, the churchgoers aren’t, at least. ANYWAYS I used to have a pretty vibrant childhood with many spiritual friends, and I had hundreds of accounts with SHADOW PEOPLE. Until last month I kinda thought all the shit I saw as a kid a just a bunch of hullabaloo, and now I think there might be a little more to this DMT thing… I think meditation and pertaining Eastern religions could probably shed a little more light on the subject… Astral Projection? Soma? It’s all up in the air but there is definitely an amoeba like subject coming into shape on the horizon… Well I am babbling, awesome post! Love this blog! This subject can just make me shoot off onto all sorts of tangents!

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    • James Kaliway

      Everything I wrote in the above comment is directed toward you too. I love that you found this post after searching, how to cover up the scent of weed. That’s basically how I get the majority of my traffic haha.

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  67. Nickie

    I must speak with you. This is insanity. I thought I was the only one. Never thought I would stumble across this mere replica of my own experiences with dmt.

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    • James Kaliway

      Yes. Awesome. That’s exactly why I posted this. I knew my friends and I were far from the first to have this experience from DMT. You’re welcome to speak with me here; or my email is jameskaliway@gmail.com. I don’t use a chat program but gmail has one.

      Also, I’ve found the place on the internet with the most substantive information/discussion on DMT is DMT-Nexus. Their forums are very active, with a lot of experience reports, and the website is just generally informative.

      But yes, let’s talk.

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  68. Invisible Mikey

    Being a pharmacological psychonaut is definitely a young person’s game. Back in the ’70s, we used to call these sorts of tales of re-made consciousness “war stories”. This was interesting to read about, but I deeply enjoy singing now, and smoking anything is bad for the vocal cords (as is too much alcohol and other things). If I explore the Amazon after retirement, I might consider ayahuasca, if it came up in an indigenous context. I still like the direct experience of alternate consciousness. I just get there through meditation and exercise now. No, it isn’t the same. It’s more comfortable, a way to infuse ordinary daily living with a tinge of extra-terrestrial color. Plus, nobody will try to put you in jail for pursuing it. Risk vs. benefit, ya know?

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    • James Kaliway

      Thanks for chiming in, Mikey. I would like to get to the point eventually where I can reach some sort of similar state through meditation. Being a typical lazy young adult, however, the thought of the amount of practice attaining such an ability would take intimidates me. Luckily I got some time (hopefully).

      And about ayahuasca, I’m with you. I certainly wouldn’t do it in any environment other than a traditional, indigenous one. I’ll admit, the reason I did DMT in the first place was because it sounded like a different, relatively harmless, and short lived new drug experience. After doing it, however, I’m solely interested in exploring it for its spiritual qualities. Ayahuasca would be perfect for that as it lasts more like 8 hours, but takes the user in more gradually. Going back to that roller coaster metaphor, ayahuasca would be more like a roller coaster that goes up a long incline before getting into the intense stuff.

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  69. drugsandotherthings

    I would like to add that for anyone intrigued by DMT to also research Ayahuasca. Ayahuasca is a traditional brew used in South America for centuries, whose name means “Vine of the souls”. It usually contains the plants Psychotria viridis which naturally contains DMT, and Banisteriopsis caapi which contains an MAOI (the effect of which is to greatly extend the effects of the DMT)

    It has been used in spiritual and healing ceremonies for decades, with research in recent years into its use to cure addictions.

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    • James Kaliway

      Thanks for adding this! I wanted to mention ayahuasca in this post somewhere, but it was already super long as it was. I can’t imagine going through an eight hour DMT trip though. >_<

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  70. Sparrow Canyon Illustrations

    I was an avid mushroom user back in my 20′s — I’d tried all the chemical stuff, but couldn’t stand it. Anyway, I would sit back in a chair and stare at the wall and the Aztecs would tell me stories, these insane stories filled with Aztec imagery. I had never even remotely been into Aztec mythology, history, etc, I don’t know where it all came from. But each and every time, just floods of imagery from ancient Aztec Wars…
    Not the same as your experience, but I am intrigued by the “where did that come from” idea….
    Thanks for the excellently written post!

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    • James Kaliway

      Thanks for the compliment. I had a realization about the whole tribal nature of my experience. I realized I was thinking of it wrong, kind of backwards. I had been thinking in terms of “why were those things dancing like Native Americans?” but, when I thought about it, I realized, “Oh, wait. The Native Americans have been dancing like them.” In other words, I realized the Native Americans may have had experiences with this drug too, and it may have influenced their culture. You may have had a similar thing going on with the shrooms and the Aztecs.

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  71. sgottahurt

    What. The. Fu. Ck.

    This fascinates me to no end. I’ve written and deleted several diatribes in this comment section reiterating that fact.

    You’ve twisted my arm. (Not really.) Now for the ten million dollar question… where do I find some?

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    • James Kaliway

      Haha! Yeah, it seems that would be the ten million dollar question. That, my friend, must be left up to your own resourcefulness. :P Don’t you have any like modern-day hippy friends? Everyone should have at least one. And every hippy knows at least one person who could probably find you some DMT lol. I was lucky, my hippy friend came to me with it haha.

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      • ScorpioMoon

        This whole thread is fascinating. I have done weed and mushrooms, but my mushroom experience was amazing. In ways it was similar to your experience. I ate the mushrooms in the morning while camping with some friends in Joshua Tree, and I did it with the intent to “open my third eye”, so to speak. When it kicked in, I felt like some switch had been flipped somewhere, that something had changed that I was only aware of on an intuitive level. I was amazed by the beauty of all the living things around me, and I felt myself connected to the earth, I felt a benevolent presence that energized me, and I was rock climbing like a lizard apparently. Friends that were watching said that it seemed like I was in a completely different place every time they looked. As I was coming down, I felt like my consciousness was raised and was looking down on my life as a timeline. I knew that the good friends I was with at the moment would scatter after this trip, that in about twenty years my parents would pass away, but all these things would come in their right time and that I would be okay. I felt like I was not alone in this perception, that there was a benevolent presence looking over my shoulder. After the whole thing concluded, I came to the same realization that you did, that psychedelics are a tool for us to expand our consciousness, given to us with intent, and that they should be used with intent and respect. It strengthened my spirituality, but made me much less concerned with specifics, much less concerned with religion. However, my experience didn’t involve any direct communication with otherworldly beings. Your interpretation of your experience seems very wise and level-headed. If their level of consciousness is as elevated as you perceived, I doubt that your telling others of your experience would anger them. I think they would welcome more people who want to expand their conciousness as well.

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