Citation: my3rdi. "Light The Tunnel And Lead The Way: An Experience with Methoxetamine & DPT (exp102763)". Erowid.org. Feb 8, 2017. erowid.org/exp/102763
(Please search for my reports on LSZ, Allylescaline, and a combination of LSD and 4-aco-dmt for further information on my background.)
29 year old male, in decent physical condition, good psychological condition, and has extensive experience with psychedelic substances.
Prior to dosing, I had spent the day at work, and hadn't initially planned to dose or really partake in any recreational chemistry. As it sometimes goes, I find myself in a moment, and I roll with it. As such, on this night, I embraced the spur of the moment decision and pushed forward.
8:47pm I consume 50mg MXE orally, and washed it down with a few sips of beer, and a bowl of medical marijuana. My nerves are heightened. I am extremely anxious about this combination. My brief foray into studying this tandem has revealed it isn't for the faint of heart. I'm slightly worried about how deep I may go. I found my last 50mg MXE experience to be incredibly overwhelming. Granted, I also had consumed a large chunk of a medical edible (my portion being about 50-60mg of THC). Which in retrospect added a completely different facet to the MXE experience. It made it way more psychedelic rather than dissociative in nature. By comparison, I like the MXE experience much more without the exponential strength of a medical edible.
9:00pm I am texting back and forth with my girlfriend. Texting simple responses feels slightly overwhelming. I feel light headed.
9:15pm I would wager the MXE has hit its 'opiate' stage. Now its just a matter of timing the jump from 'pain killer' to dissociate psychedelic. To those unfamiliar with MXE. It goes through three stages. The come up is always reminiscent of being high on opiates. my body temperature feels like it is warmer. I feel relaxed, loose, and slightly invincible. The second stage, which is also the peak, switches gears. My eyes get heavy, motion becomes a bother, and the need to want to close my eyes and meditate always washes over me. And the come down is always a mix of the first two stages with some mild dissociation and departmentalization mixed in to have me feel very distant and 'alone' as I return to reality. Prior to dosing the MXE, my goal was to hit the DPT as the transient portion of the trip started, and lucky for me, I timed that pretty well.
9:37pm The MXE is switching gears and the ascension to the peak has begun. I break the DPT into two equal sized lines, and disperse the sacrament into my system. This was a new batch of DPT too. The previous one had been cinnamon in color, and from some online reading, apparently had a good deal of impurities in it. The drip with the old batch was atrocious. Almost unbearable. This new white washed batch. The drip wasn't even noticeable. It felt much cleaner as well.
9:45pm I have retreated to my bedroom, and put on Steve Reich's Music for 18 Musicians. I feel like Hunter S Thompson after he takes the Adrenochrome. I'm running all of these comparisons in my head to explain to myself what it is I am feeling. Before I even comprehend it, I realize how hard and fast the DPT has hit me. I begin to close to my eyes.
[I stopped checking the time for about 45 minutes, so the following does not contain a time log]
As soon as my eyes close. I recognize the familiar vibration of life DPT/DMT give out. It's pulsing hard, like it's taking off. I also can hear this auscultation of sound that is reminiscent of a robot buzzing , which I attribute to the MXE causing audio hallucinations. The initial closed eyed visuals are straight DPT. Complex patterning that looks completely alien to me. I get lost in this.
At some point, I could feel/see the synergy taking effect. The M-hole began to form, and my body began to feel weightless. I could see myself being sealed off from my world. The darkness of the hole was edging around my whole 3rd eye, and providing a sealant for me to barrier the outside world. There were times where I would forgot I was laying on my bed next to my dog. The visions together took me underground to this futuristic looking sewer system. The design of it looked like something out of a Alex Grey blueprint for an underground dwelling. The complexities of the 'city' were too much at times.
The 'city' evolved into an amorphous pattern, to which it zoomed out and became the epitome of an Alex Grey painting. Two people in a carnal state, making love with the ore of the universe flowing through their bodies. It was mesmerizing. They moved in sync with the music of Steve Reich. My train of thought moved away from universal thoughts (I had been pondering existence, meaning, etc.) and a distant memory became prevalent in my thoughts.
There was a girl my freshman year of college. I adored her. I wanted her. It never matriculated. The reason being my own failures to get shit done and make the right moves. I kept thinking of the guy she dated at the time, and how it went horribly wrong. And what would have been if things had worked out with us. If left a very weird feeling within me. My instincts told me otherwise. That the insecurities of youth were merely haunting me. I worked through the issue. To understand I still had resentments with myself for not being what I wanted to be. It segued into understanding the history of my fuck-ups. Personal, professional, and recreational. I found the head space to be dark but pleasant.
I found the head space to be dark but pleasant.
The M-hole isn't well lit to me, DPT is the light in the tunnel. It's the balance to the negative, dark nature of dissociate psychedelics. The DPT reminded me of what is and isn't holy. What matters. How I matter. Why I exist. What I should and shouldn't care about. Where I could see the projections of things in my current life being portrayed in my past life with this vision. It allowed me to work out and understand that I am letting a lot of little things build up into ridiculous big things that I perceive as mattering. They don't.
10:47pm I have opened my eyes, my room is lit with heightened colors and mild tracers. I get up to go grab my bowl, and my weed. Walking is very difficult. I decide to also get a glass of water, and a beer. I want to ensure, I do fall asleep and get some rest. I am also basking in the epiphanies that were just presented before my mind and eyes.
11:15pm I won't lie. As the DPT wore off, I kept asking myself, what the fuck does that mean? What just happened?
It took about a hour of reflection to understand and piece together my trip through the tunnel. I smoked another bowl around 11:30pm (with some wax on top) to relax and calm my slightly shot nerves.
The DPT was long gone, but the bowl kicked the MXE into the next level. I had pretty straight forward visuals. Dissociate psychedelic visuals always remind me of being in a theatre and someone just rapid firing random clips of movies off multiple projectors with no sound. It's just a mixture of all these different 'scenes' in my third eye. This lasted about a hour.
12:30am. I drank half a beer and got ready for bed. I turned the music off and laid down. I began reading some [forum] threads on my phone.
1:03am. I turn my lamp off and put my phone on my charger. I quickly fall asleep.
6:37am. I awake. I fee very groggy. Slightly disoriented. I wait until my alarm goes off before I get out of bed.
7:00am I get ready for work, drink some coffee, and take a few rips off my vape pen.
9:57am As I finish typing this report. Overall, I feel melancholy. I attribute that to the crash of two powerful substances. I am quite pleased with the results of the trip. I found it to be most therapeutic. I would repeat the experience, and perhaps increase the MXE and DPT dosages respectively next time. I wanted a shorter duration for my trip but also appreciated the intense ass kicking of DPT and MXE together.
Post trip notes: Overall the melancholy mood lasted several days after the trip. Overall, I am still very pleased with the results and the personal findings that occurred from the trip. I plan to repeat the experience in a few months.
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