Some of you may remember my mental trip report when I cocktailed Ketamine, pills and Peyote; well I think I surpassed it.
Once upon a time (I can’t remember which day it was lol), I decided to have a chilled Friday night as no-one seemed to want to come and play. I took 3x 2mg Clonazepam and smoked a joint and just sat back enjoying my tunes for a while. After roughly 90 minutes I decided it was time for another smoke; but a bigger one. Two gram went into this. Just as Id finished smoking it I got a phone call from a friend, he’d got out of work early and asked if he could come smoke some weed with me. It was still only 10pm so I said yes.
He’d failed to inform me that he would be arriving high on Cocaine, I don’t like Cocaine and people on coke tend to annoy me unless I’m on stimulants too. We had a couple of joints but he was still annoying me; only one thing for it, I did a double drop and gave him a Clonazepam lol. A couple of hours pass as we chat shit, listen to music and generally gallivant about the house. I then decided to get adventurous.
I had 30mg of 5-meo-mipt stashed away. I’d done it on two separate occasions previously on 10mg each time, mild euphoria and an MDMA like appreciation for music. As I was already feeling this off the roughly 3rd of a gram of MD from the pills I thought it was time to see what this stuff could really do. My friend had a tiny dab, approx. 5-6mg, as we didn’t know his sensitivity and moxy is infamously unpredictable when it comes to appropriate doses. I took the rest in one lick and held in my mouth, swilling it with my tongue for about 5 minutes.
After roughly 15 minutes my mate said he was definitely feeling different in a good way but couldn’t describe it. Around 1pm the Clonazepam got the better of him and he went home. Not that I cared because by this point I felt happier than a necrophiliac left alone to ‘identify’ a body. The music felt as if the artists had recorded the music just so I could listen to it in this moment. Walls were breathing and walking caused ripples in the floor. I also had my two lava lamps set up either side of me with mirrors positioned to make it seem as if I was sat in the middle of a phantasmagoria. Well I say that’s how it looked but to an outsider it probably looked like I needed a straight jacket on.
I sat there for some time just enjoying the mess I’d got myself in trying to think what else I had to keep the party going now I’d started. Hmm more Clonazepam wasn’t going to help, neither was weed but it had been a been a few hours since I’d had a joint so fuck it. What should I find in my skinning up box which I’d somehow forgotten about? ONLY FUCKING DMT! GET IN!
I had no milligram scales though and didn’t know how much was there anyway. Schweet am gon be Ttrriiiipppiinng!
Made the joint with a more than adequate quantity of bud in and what was probably more than a copious amount of DMT. I’m aware smoking DMT in a joint rarely results in a breakthrough and some consider it wasteful; but wait until I describe what I saw.
Now not being a total idiot I knew to only put the DMT in the first couple of drags of the spliff. I ignited, took three large draws; which hurt, a lot, and tasted like a tramp had put a condom on his dick, set fire to it and stuck it in my mouth. But I persisted and held it in until I’d counted to 10 slowly.
The moment I exhaled the music instantly distorted but sounded funkier, I felt my blood pressure surge sending tingles throughout my entire body. Yet the surface of my skin felt fuzzy and warm. Best way to describe it is when you get that funny feeling in your belly as you go over a bridge but enveloping the outside of my body. A possibly an aura of some description. My brain registered all these acute differences in less than a second then the visuals came….
Abruptly I was sat in one of those tesla sphere things that direct static at the surface when you touch it. The ball of energy in the centre was gold and it was firing green electric tentacles of delight at me. There were also mini cyclones of neon blue and purple mist whirling about randomly. Time didn’t exist at this point so whether this lasted 5 minutes or 15 I couldn’t say. As suddenly as I’d been absorbed into that world I was launched back out of it. But I was far from sobriety yet, the trip was just going up another tier in the psychedelic hierarchy.
My previous realm dissolved away leaving only infinite red. No floor, no sky, no nothing. I was just suspended in a red void. Then an overwhelming welcoming feeling stirred inside me. Something I’d never felt before and possibly a new word needs inventing for this sensation because euphoria doesn’t cover it. Then precisely out of nowhere a green alien being appeared in front of me; except I couldn’t see it clearly, it was like looking through opaque glass, yet there was no visible barrier? Anyway in an attempt to describe the vague but certainly not humanoid creature in front of me I’ll say it looked like JarJar Binks ROFL! I was watching, waiting for it to if not communicate with me but at least acknowledge my presence. It seemed only interested though in shuffling to my hardstyle music playing lol, yet it was somehow doing it in a shamanistic/tribal manner. Then again suddenly shit got weirder. (By this point I was noticing a pattern of unexpected and drastically different changes happening visually throughout the trip). Perhaps I hadn’t educated myself enough or maybe it was the pills and 25mg of moxy but I thought a DMT trip was pretty consistent throughout.
The alien being turned to face me for the first time (I still couldn’t see it clearly) and commenced throwing rotating Rubix cubes at me. The cubes were moving in slow motion and the colours were changing rapidly, some strobing with bright lights. The cubes unfolded inches in front of me to reveal messages written in hieroglyphics, they continued to build until an entire multi-coloured wall covered in hieroglyphic scripture had constructed in front and around me. There was no point trying to make sense of the text so I just admired.
Then it ended just like that. Reality began to come back into focus and all that remained was a wonderful sense of achievement (could be the DMT afterglow or just pride for being the most fucked I’d ever been) LMFAO. Great thing was I still had the spliff to smoke as I reflected upon my experience as I watched the walls continue to gently ungulate from the moxy. One more Clonazepam and half hour-ish later I was asleep.
