"True" 5-MeO DMT Trip (finally)

I had been playing around on the edges of this stuff, suffering bouts of "energetic" body load and knowing that this wasn't the whole of it. The experiences weren't unenjoyable but I'd be disappointed that the "flash" of light (with occasional "white outs") I kept experiencing really hadn't been "worth" the load. These were at 10 to 14mg doses.

Last night I loaded and burned 18mgs on a non vaporizing pipe and now have a (big) hint what it's been all about.

I'm reminded of the part in the third Matrix movie when Trinity and Neo had to rise up into the clouds to escape the machines that were clinging to them and still coming at them. This was the beginning of a "dissolving" of "me". Then there is the point in the movie that they rise above the clouds and could see the sky and undiluted light. This was right around the time when I thought, "oh, no". Thinking I had done it now... I've died.

Still being propelled upward, there was no undoing what had been done so "no" (I remember consciously realizing the futility of "no") was replaced by a vocal "yes". But this was the beginning of the really strange...

You know how your voice sounds to you, from the inside as you speak out loud and then how hearing your recorded voice sounds totally different but you know it's you? Well this was neither of those. It was almost a "godly" reverberation of my voice, somewhere "above" (I put above in quotes because this was a hyper-dimensional space and "above" had an all-around-me quality to it). I could sense the guttural utterance of the word... "YES".

Oh this felt so good that I began to repeat it... or more like went along with the repeated utterance of it. The (un)godly Yes seemed to propel my little hinayana higher into the sky toward this light. I sensed it to be a conscious light and if I had "paused" to observe, it seemed that a pair of eyes would have been seen watching. But I was too caught up in the "acceleration" towards/within the light.

I guess the beginning of the "return" was the appearance of giant fractal "angles". Living, isosceles triangles, mostly white with gray to black shadowing and sharp edges and points began to surround me, as if these were the clouds beneath me and I had to descend through them. The giant fractal stalactites began slicing up the entire experience. If there was any "me" in there, any type of "body", it was being thoroughly chopped up into nothing. But this was pleasurable. Kind of excruciatingly joyous. Yes.

I knew again... awareness was beginning to dawn... ego was returning. The "Yes" was even beginning to take on a more familiar tonal quality and I also began to throw in an occasional "WOW".

I also began to realize that I was writhing on the floor (started the session laying on the couch). Some of the guttural utterances were now being seen to have been dry (and I guess not so dry) heaves. Not meaning to disgust but I realized that I was "mucusing" from the mouth and nose all over the place... the couch, floor and the shirt I was wearing. I did have a puke bucket near me as part of my initial preparation (which I obviously had no awareness of when I needed it), but I didn't have any tissue or towel (paper or otherwise), and I didn't want to totally trash the space so I thought I'd make it to the little downstairs bathroom and grab the roll of toilet tissue. I found myself crawling on all fours, uttering some guttural noises... and it felt natural and good. I now had the presence of mind to realize that this was somehow "primal", so again an amazed and guttural "Wow".

From here there was a gradual recovery... trying to make sure that I wasn't bleeding as I cleared my throat, mouth and nose of residue. And noticing a lingering hint of "acid vision"... pink, red, green and yellow haze of vision but I was essentially "back" by now. Still moaning Wow and Yes.

 

Great report!

I only tried 5-me0-Dmt once a few years ago but I took a couple big hits and alot of this sounds familiar. I felt like I was being propelled upward and I remember fractals slicing the shit out of my vision for a few moments. Very mundane fractals for me compared to n,n dmt, structured and numerous but certainly no associations like them being angels for me.

I experienced an all encompassing void as opposed to light. I felt like I was in some sort of purgatory, but I did experience some sort of seemingly omniscience where all the cosmos felt in 'sight' and I would bounce around them. Also felt amazing euphoria coming out of the 5-me0 experience.

Those physical complaints you talked about at lower doses and even on this trip is what I think I experienced on my one trip but I travelled so far mentally I didn't notice them. I think I shocked my system on that trip though and had some persisting mental problems following. I have a complete aversion to this material now which is unfortunate after reading such a great and detailed report as yours.

Definitely wise to work your way up with this material.

 

Thanks for the comments Guerilla.

Speaking of working my way up, I related my previous efforts to a friend along with a brief history of my (non) psychedelic experiences and it was suggested that I try some other substances first. For instance, I have an extensive background with crack (very bad stuff. But I've been clean [and sober] for almost 14yrs.) along with a few bouts with pcp (never really liked the stuff) but nothing really psychedelic. So it was arranged for me to try some LSD, psychedelic quantities of mushrooms, etc. Excellent suggestion. (This is also why I can recognize and compare the after effects of this experience.)

Also, from the very first time (especially then) I tried a sub-"release" dose of this stuff, there was a sense of wanting to "take it back"... kind of late then, hehe. You can't un-hit the pipe. But after knowing what to expect (at least as far as body load) you kind of go in with your eyes open (so to speak). A willingness to submit/surrender to whatever could be the "sanity saver" in my case.

By the way, you made me go check my spelling, hehe. I really meant an encounter with "geometric" angles but they could very well have been a presentation (disguise) of Angels.:alien:

 

You are a true inspiration! Tonight I will try to go all the way on 15 mgs.

 

With you vaping every grain, I suspect you'll get there.

 

20mg bowl of 5 meo DMT is just... beyond weird

 

you [all] should try a dose of 40mg

 

Didn't make it all the way on 15 mgs. Still a resistant kernal of ego. Need to do 20 mgs. Probably will try 17 or 18 next, but need a week or five off. LOL!

 

What a great, "classic," psychedelic trip report! What an amazing experience! You are my inspiration for trying to up my dose . . .

Here we go:

Was this a so-called crack/meth/oil burner pipe? If yes, did you vaporize, accidentally burn or intentionally burn? If you used a regular glass pipe, did you burn the crap out of it or did you try to vaporize?

Also, how many hits? I am now finding it necessary to take a second hit to absorb the entire dose now that I'm at 15 mgs . . .

Wow. Sounds like a kind of classic N,N, DMT launch to me. I'm not a big fan of that movie but have seen it a few times. I always shed a tear when they break through the clouds to see the top of the clouds and the sunshine. Sorry to project - but I'll just bet your experience was a bit like that once you got past "No."

I am noticing this on 5-meo too. Also with thoughts and vision. I tried to explain it to my husband, quoting a Shpongle lyric. I said, "It's NOT reality ripping at the seams. More like being fully plugged into reality at 500 watts!"

What can one say but, "Wow you really went deep!" I have only begun to perceive vague visuals with closed eyes . . . like slices of light. You did good for getting cut up, aka getting put through a grinder, aka psychic and/or physical vivesection. I got a million of 'em (names for it).

I feel blessed to have a sitter who is super-experienced with psychedelic, drug and altered states of consciousness. I've hit the moaning, groaning and snot phase and am not sure what's next, but I have told him to start watching me carefully.


Thank you again for this. I have a sense of what I am trying for, where I am heading. You have been a pioneer for me.

 

First, Thanks Spicey. It was an amazing experience and you have inspired me as well.

Yes, this was simply a regular glass pipe (glass tube with 90° upturn for the “bowl”) with a vent (carburetor) hole covered by a finger… stuffed with loads of screen (on which I had laid a bed of mullein).

The “burning” was in two parts, the first was to melt the crystals and begin the “intake” process. I too have learned that trying to take too much “right off the bat” results in me coughing and (I believe) taking in less than had been measured out. I held this initial “pull” for a few brief seconds, blew it out, caught my breath and (although I may have already begun to “sense” the effects) then “went for it”… lighter flame down in the bowl, pulling with a mind to get it all.

Your “projection” is spot-on. In fact, it was just about then (using “time” terms for an essentially “instantaneous” occurrence/series of events) that I “realized the futility of “no”. The “rise above the clouds” was preceded by a rapid “rise up into [the clouds]”… a quick trip through and past all I had experienced with this material before… so quick in fact that I knew this was going to be FAR different. This might have been the beginning of my initial resistance. The first of the “no”… actually, at that point it may have simply been a “Whoa” (like trying to slow down a hoarse you’re riding that was getting away from you). The “breakthrough” (“through the clouds” to beat this metaphor to death, hehe) was essentially the moment of “Oh no. You’ve done it now”.

Such an apt lyric.

Another thing about that moment (as I’ve had a couple of days to digest the experience)… Initially “Yes” was pretty much my “surrendering”. To quote Scarface of the Ghetto Boys (rap group), “Stop trying to fight The Reaper, just relax and let it go”. It was like, “I’ve done it now. So here I am, take me”. But the actual, verbal utterance of the word seemed to reverberate all around and “reflect” back at me.

I’m thinking that the next time (now that I’ve survived, hehe) I’ll keep my mouth shut (to the degree such “conscious” action is possible) but then I’d probably “reflect” whatever else might be “on my mind” in such a moment. For instance like you, “thoughts and visions” would likely be amplified and fed back to me with a similarly sublime “reverb”. I can imagine if I were to succumb to “Oh God!”, I’d probably be greeted by “one”.

GuerillaBedlam had me thinking about this point as well. What I encountered appeared as geometric angles but they seemed to simply be “going about their business”. It was almost as if “it wasn’t personal” but simply that I was passing through their realm. As if to “get” through, I had to “go” through… but it was “relieving”.

After “marinating” on it these couple of days, I have begun to conclude that this point of the experience seemed to coincide with my body “dry (and obviously not so dry) heaving”. I seem to remember “thinking”, “let it go”. Now at the time I was probably still associating such a concept with “giving up the ghost” but as “conscious awareness” was slowly beginning to dawn, I sort of re-associated the “thought” to “go ahead and retch” (somewhat relieving in it’s own right, hehe). It wasn’t “long” (another “time” reference) after then that I began to realize that as good as these “death throes” were feeling, I wasn’t hanging over my bucket or any toilet or sink. (Yuck. I’ll spare you)

During the recovery, I began to seriously consider how much kinder and gentler the whole recovery phase would have been had I had someone sitting. You are right (IMHO) to consider yourself blessed in this regard.

Your questions have been a real help to me in digesting and integrating the experience. Thank you.

 

Planning 20mgs next