DOSE:

1 hit

smoked

5-MeO-DMT

(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

125 lb

My first voyage in the company of 5-MeO-DMT, and a recurring theme:

A friend who shall remain brianless, uhm, I mean nameless, held the pipe and told me to toke after he had vaporized the crystals. I held it in deeply soon I am falling, falling, up, down, inward, outward, I'm not really sure. I am flung into a room with no features and no depth cues. I get impressions of vast space and strict confinement, but it's all dark. A voice that shakes me says something unintelligable and I am flung harder. I come to find that the room is blinding and brilliant. That voice again. I am beyond the reach of the incarnations. Time, death, fate, nature, none of these can effect me.

Now occasionaly as I use DMT I reach this place, this existance that trancends everything. The details change, but I eventually forget them anyway.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 5816
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Mar 22, 2001	Views: 878
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