gm001 TPD

2 people. indoors. beethoven playing. set is excellent, just back from museum quite stoned. the 2 lines are poured, 107mg and 108mg. Lines are snorted.

I sit back and relax, knowing whats coming. My friend who we shall call Sam closes his eyes after 5 minutes and quietly says "this is . . . this is hitting me really hard . . .". I giggle. We are 5 minutes into a 3 hour psychedelic big bang. Effects have just passed threshhold.

The first thing i always notice is colors looking more rich, like they want to pour out of whatever form is holding them, like they are growing in volume and are liquid, and are straining against their spacial containers. A strange energy begins to power up inside me, previous times i have described it as rude, unfriendly, cold . . . this time I understand that it is not a malevolent energy, my mind is simply assigning it that quality in order to understand it; it's no more malevolent than a tidal wave. It simply is, and it's in you.

The first hour of DPT is always the hardest. I don't know of any other substance that has a comeup this . . . difficult. You are immediately aware that you have just inhaled a brown powder up your nose, and that you are now that powder's ragdoll. This is where panic happens. You didn't expect this. You thought you were going to get high. You thought you were going to trip out and be groovy baby. Instead you feel like Shiva has coiled inside every single one of your cells and is now opening you up like a fleshy flower to the wondrous, blinding, maddening truth of the cosmos. You came into this thinking you could handle anything, and now you wish you didn't accept this gift. You're not so sure about knowing what DPT has to tell you. Maybe it's not worth it. This knowledge feels like something you have to die to learn. So you do . . .

Sensoral effects continue increasing steadily for 1 hour. Sam vomits several times and occasionally calls out to me. I answer that I am here with him. I tell him this is normal. I tell him this is what we wanted. As the effects get more and more intense, they continuously break through his "Ok, THIS must be the peak!" worldview and cause him discomfort, as he feels like he is loosing grasp of every single thing in the universe. He asks me often "Is this normal!", or "This is it?" I can tell he is going through the same kind of experience i went through my first time, except my first time was 45 mg. I feel sorry for him because I can't imagine what this must be like your first time on a "regular" dose.

He vomits several times, but they are just 1 or 2 heavers and no funny business, so I'm not worried. I tell him every time he throws up "this is normal, you're supposed to do this." It helps, I see these words tell him both that he is still on some plane where I, his friend, exist, and also that whatever particular thing he's going through is what is supposed to happen. At one point he writes something down, walks up to me with a wholly blank expression but with the eyes of someone trapped in a bad place, and holds out a piece of paper on which is written "This too shall pass?" I nod, yes. He seems somewhat releaved but it doesn't last long, as he's still only going up, up, up . . .

As we near the one hour mark, it becomes impossible to stand, and finally impossible to even sit. We collapse on the bed, our limbs flayed, our bodies useless, our eyes firmly shut, so cosmically blinded even in pure darkness that to even open them would be an invitation to never return to our natural forms. We lay in silence for an hour. This is the peak. This is what is the gift of DPT.

Every color, thought, sound, sensation, taste, emotion, and form that can ever exist is effortlessly and violently expelled through every single cell of yours, and you are conscious on the level of quarks; you feel the shimmer of electrons all around, you hear the liquid groaning of molecules interacting, you smell your cells eating and exreting and dividing and expiring. You are a towering, churning, revolving bolus which is moving through the universe's organs and it is your movement through the cosmic entity which causes the data overload in your mind, as you come into direct experience of All. There is no longer "I". There is no longer "time". There is no longer "space". There is no longer "thought". There is no longer "do". There is no longer "event". It is pure ~.

You are the center of a new universe, and your conscious locus of experience is the exact center of expansion, seeing all and being ripped apart infinitely for all eternity. Like birth, you must learn to do things. You must do what the universe did, which is create consciousness. You must learn to "I". In the big bang which created the physical "You", the one who did DPT, during its infant moments matter and energy were fused into just one thing; so too are you fused with all things. Out of this soup you must evolve, differentiate, stand up, will yourself to BE.

Suddenly your eyes open. Wait, YOUR eyes! I'm back! Open your eyes. Come on, open your eyes. They crack open to reveal an impossible liquid world, but liquid in a way that makes liquid look solid. Colors and light are dribbling paint made of melted crystals. Forms are flowing into each other. You can't quite tell where your hand ends and the pillow begins, and it's sometimes too much to look at. You go back to the mercy of your eyelids, which is not much.

Eventually you regain speaking, you can sit up, you can walk, and you finally come right down.

DPT is like getting beaten up for 1 hour, then watching a movie made by the universe incarnate about the universe, then being on 30 hits of acid for the next hour and talking about it with whoever you are with. The comedown is my favorite part, and sam agrees during and after the experience.

My friend was not prepared for the intensity of the trip, for which I cannot help but feel a little responsible. I pride myself on my ability to communicate abstract things, and I failed to communicate to him the severity of placing 100mg of this brown powder into your nose. So I will say this here. No matter what you have done, a 10 strip of acid, an ounce of fire shrooms, 100mg 2ce, none of that will do you any fucking good when you snort dpt. You will be a crying infant again. You will want your mommy. You will at once plead for death and fight it with everything you have.

Once we had comedown enough to begin cleanup, it was epic. We looked like we did a porno in a hurricane; faces absolutely covered and streaked with vomit, tears, snot . . . we were raped by DPT, and it even finished on our faces.

But I still love it. It means well, really, it does

 

PLEASE submit this to Erowid.

 

every trip report for DPT makes me more and more curious. they're all nuts

 

Very well done I'm glad you wrote this.
This DPT sounds ridiculously intense.
I very much want to do this drug now, and see if it does what other drugs do, that is, take me to the very same place I always go to.
But my goodness, aren't come ups fascinating?

 

That is what I am talking about!! Great write up!

 

Heh so maybe the DPT experience was meant to suck, and its just the being sober again part we enjoy so much. Is it even possible to be euphoric on DPT?

 

euphoria is there, so is terror, so is orgasm, so is agony, so is birth, so is death . . . "euphoria" needs a subject to experience, and a subject who differentiates between things like that. DPT is above all differences, all things cease to be distinct, you are in the realm of the overone.

There is a profound, endless euphoria nonetheless, and it's very, very sexual in nature. The euphoria is approximately shroom strength, quite intense, the kind where you're crying because you're laughing because you're crying, clutching your belly, the universe cajoling with your innermost soul. DPT is that same intensity, and with intense body and sexual aspects. I'm actually surprised you even asked that atomic bong, doesn't my trip report make it seem overwhelmingly positive, i mean the part of the experience that counts, the peak? It's absolute nirvana my friend. You will have your concept of good, bad, completely redefined. You cannot imagine being in a place like this, there is simply nothing else in nature which comes near it, nor anything else in literature. The most beatific and sublime descriptions of Paradise seem droll and lacklustre compared to 100mg of brown powder.

But don't even touch DPT if what you're after is euphoria. There are easier ways to get that, MDMA is a classic. That's like taking 50 hits of acid because you felt like having a buzz. Different league, things like "euphoria" don't even matter where you go. You become that which is, euphoria, non-euphoria, all euphoria; the land of naked oneness.

This stuff is on a divine level. You will come out of it absolutely reeling and trying to incorporate what you just went through into your worldview, and guess what, a lot will have to be tossed and rewritten

You will never ever again forget your divine nature if you do this thing. but it can come at a terrible price if you're not ready to die.

 

Good job man, I enjoyed the length. Some serious sacraments were dealing with here. How good!

 

You sure?

 

i havent been around for awhile but damn mr.writer youve really been workin on uppin that dose huh? from everything ive read about it the "euphoria" isnt like that gidyy oh my i feel good mdma feeling. its the end all of feeling. the absolute. its everything u can feel mashed into one and then some. seems so damn amazing. i sadly wont be able to try it till sept. u think ur gonna up the dose more?

 

I see absolutely no reason to ever do more than 100mg. Certainly not nasally anyways, if I ever do a bigger dose out of curiosity it will be either rectal or IM/IV. It's day 3 now and my nose is still fucked, both me and sam feel like we have a sinus infection.

I just don't see a point in doing more however, the dpt "thing" is no thing at all, so what does it mean to get more of it? I guess I won't know until I try, but I tell you, I am happy only ever doing 100mg of this. Magic

 

The come up is terribly frightening as ego dissolution takes place. I felt like a cube of ice on a hot day, becoming nothing and becoming infinity. It was in desperation that I wrote on paper to myself, then to Mr.Writer, "I am here" and "This shall pass". When Mr.Writer told me before the trip that people sometimes write that on their arms I wondered why, I mean, can't the user just "know" that this shall pass? But it is the capacity to know that dissolves.
Around this time as well, with Beethoven playing, complete synesthesia took over. As my world and myself were collapsing to infinity, the concertos of beethoven became physical, I was literally holding on to them and once they dissolved as well, the true peak began (when I left for my bed).
DPT is remarkably unique and quite paradoxical. During the peak I was in the fetal position under a blanket on my bed while Mr.Writer was in the other room. I frequently called to him and upon his reply, "I" suddenly came back. "I" was "myself", my ego had suddenly reformed. But just as quickly as it reformed, it disappeared, taking the user (not "you" or "I" because these do not exist), back to oblivion. I was having TONS of Echer/Dali like visuals that were extremely complex and overwhelming.
When "I" could think, when "I" could create memory and speech again, I spent my entire time reminiscing about the peak. I agree, the best part is after the peak when enough ego has reformed that "you" are intrigued by the nature of things and can derive thoughts/analysis about the nature of your experience and surroundings. It truly is as if you are born knowledgeless and slowly as you escape the peak all the worldly knowledge is returned to you.

I actually cannot even recall the peak, it was not of the substance that humans can remember, and my mind was not "mine" to even create memory. During the come down I likened the peak to having the fabric of space time ripped and passing through the other side where environment is not defined by time or space, in fact these things do not exist nor do they matter, and as I came down the wound in spacetime was being healed before my eyes.
This is a fantastic experience, but it is truly wholly other, extraneous to all the qualities that define us as human, at least in so far as I know the human experience.
I cannot imagine how the experience can be properly described in words, on a forum. The experience is not amenable to this form of communication.

I did vomit about 3-4 times during the come up, but the drive for vomitus was psychological, not physical. I was absolutely overwhelmed, and trying hard to hold on to the last remnants of myself and distinctly remember vomitting myself out.

If its your first time with 100mg, I would recommend having a tripsitter present.

 

I get better and better as you dose higher. 300mg is ALOT to snort though, and IV/IM would be the ideal ROA.

 

And you were talking poo on me for doing 100 for my first dose in a war zone :\ I guess it's easier to have compassion for someone you know in real life. (BTW that was my first psych in 7 months too)

How did I miss this thread?!? Sheesh. Nice ass write up though. I know why you call yourself Mr. Writer

Erowid worthy like someone else said.

 

i did not once talk poo to you about your experience my good man, i think you're thinking of someone else.

glad you like it, as long as one person reads it and gets something from it im happy

 

Damn......that's some beautiful shit, right there. Inspirational even. It sounds like heaven, hell, and hyperspacial exploration all wrapped into one.

 

my interest in this substance just went up a notch. just how bad is the first hour? i dont want to sound like a pansy, but i CANT STAND nasal burn. it feels like my face is being pulled apart.

 

nasal burn is not a problem after 30 seconds. it will however be a problem for up to a week afterwards, this shit is not easy on your nose. but in terms of how it affects your trip, it doesn't. this is one of those things where (i may regret saying this) you can do it on the day you win a million bucks or the day your mother dies, and it won't matter one bit. this is it's own entire universe of experience, and your petty concerns fly out the window at about t+5.

 

it doesn't burn at all for a few minutes...it's just like having allergies and blowing a large line of pollen, pet dander, grass and dust...

i REALLY think that doing it in both nostrils might cause you to gag on your own mucus..

 

I agree with shermin.

I guess it wasn't you writer... You do rock. You are always right :\ I love you...

So, now looking back at my old thread. Why hasn't anybody done what they said they were going to do?! EVERYONE said they were going to be doing 200 or higher nasal. Some said they were going to do IM, some said plugging.

But yet, I don't see anyone doing any of this :\

I want to see it... I already know though that you will have "the best trip of your life" so why don't you go for it guys?

Are there not other chems to play with anymore? I would venture to assume that this forums fav RC is DPT.