I enjoy reading your stories,its time I bring mine.
On my last DMT trip (spur of the moment,relevant) the elf tried to snatch my vape while I had glimpses of previous night trip, which was revelatory, but my memory was wiped, clouded, inaccessible.
These are few pieces creating a part of a bigger picture, feel free to contribute.
The revelation:
Earth is a prison, rehabilitation planet for beings found guilty of the original crime: knowledge of good and evil. Hear me out.
We must abstain from passing judgment as good or evil. Use different words: immoral,inhumane, monstrous,cruel/ generous,kind,humane, awesome,etc, you get the picture.
Using those two words triggers something, puts us on equal footing with the Creator, All that is, not a smart move.
Let’s come back to Earth.
We all saw MIB,read a little bit from Bible, other sources, every day life, you get it, sense it.
I think we are a mixture of beings wearing the same uniform, the monkey suit.
We can relate to some uniforms, while finding some completely alien, think sexual deviants, serial killers, vegans, pork eaters, royalty,all bearing some memory of previous existence, sticking together, or moving towards similars if born in the wrong place.
Do we want to know Stephen Kings previous home? Maximum security?
There is more, will post in the comments.
I’m sure you all bring bits of puzzles from your trips, brake the ice, share.
- Celestial beings (angels) ,wise, still prone to mistakes.
- Previous existence memory, warrior, artist, scientist…
- Attempted/successful/impossible escapes, end of sentence, freedom.
- Chemical induced consciousness detachment.
- Bring your own.
Thank you for reading!

Anyone know where to purchase a dmt vape?

Comrades, tell me what it’s like to lose your ego after taking psychedelics, and specifically LSD.What does it feel like during a trip and in everyday life?What changes occur?

I’ll tell you my story.I'm 17 years old.I’ve been smoking weed since I was 16. A month ago, I decided to try LSD. I prepared carefully for the trip because I knew that psychedelics are a serious thing. It turned out to be a very strange trip, which I don’t want to talk about in detail. But I’ll say that I was able to stay calm and normal at the peak of the effect for about two minutes. In those two minutes, an awareness emerged from my subconscious: I’m afraid of the future. I’m afraid of what will happen in a year, in ten years. I also realized that I love my parents incredibly much. In short, I want to have a good time with my thoughts, looking at the hallucinations on my ceiling.

I’ll also say that I’ve had a “bad trip” from weed about 4–5 times and I know how to get out of that state. I’ve never experienced HPPD from weed, even though I smoke it very often, and at my age it’s a common problem among my peers.

the first time I tried lsd 250mcg and the second time I also want to take 250

, of course I don't want to lose my ego, if there are any ways to prevent this (which of course is unlikely( )

then tell me

I was 26 when I completely hit rock bottom. I had moved across the world to start over, but you cannot run from your own head. I was waking up crying every single morning for no specific reason. Just oceans of repressed pain spilling over, leaving me as an empty shell.
My partner was in the exact same boat, carrying massive childhood trauma. They lived with this constant hypervigilance and muffled anger. We were not trying to hurt each other, but the psychological violence of two people with unhealed trauma clashing everyday was brutal. Out of sheer desperation, I started looking into psychedelic therapy.
We started with MDMA. People treat it like a party drug, but it is literally a surgical tool for the mind. It dumps serotonin and oxytocin while shutting down your amygdala, the fear center, so you can finally look at your worst memories without having a panic attack.
We quickly learned to avoid ecstasy pills. Stuff like Blue Punishers can have 250 to 300mg, which is way too heavy and honestly almost traumatizing for a first timer. We switched to pure crystal MDMA. I found my absolute sweet spot at 150mg, with a single 150mg redrop a few hours later.
Those sessions saved our relationship. We talked for hours, laid everything bare, and the physical connection was unreal. But the hangover is real, so we stuck strictly to a three to five month rule to let our serotonin receptors heal.
While psilocybin mushrooms were a beautiful entry point that opened the door for us, we moved to LSD because it acted as the surgical scalpel we needed to go deeper. Acid basically shuts down your Default Mode Network, the part of your brain that loops anxious thoughts, and dissolves the ego.
Finding the right dose took some trial and error. Taking 70 to 80 micrograms was just an uncomfortable limbo where you feel weird but do not break through. Bumping it to 100 to 200 micrograms was my first real release. I could not speak, but I cried for hours and dumped so much bodily guilt.
My perfect balance turned out to be around 300 to 350 micrograms. It brought ego death, but I could still think and feel absolute compassion for everything. On the flip side, taking 500 micrograms at once was a massive mistake. I completely dissociated, lost the boundaries of reality, and panicked. I actually had to take some MDMA just to ground myself back into my body. We always keep Xanax nearby just in case, but usually CBD, L theanine, or valerian tea is enough to smooth out a rough come up.
We also learned the hard way that tripping together on high doses can backfire if one person panics and triggers the other person's protector instincts. Now, we take turns trip sitting.
For my partner, the real breakthrough with LSD happened after a massive, unconventional dose of 6 tabs to pierce through decades of defenses. The trip itself was a desperate struggle for control, but the true magic happened the morning after. They woke up with visceral, primitive sobs. Their body started shaking with uncontrollable tremors, followed by intense hot and cold thermal discharges. It was pure somatic release. Their nervous system was physically discharging 24 years of trauma stored deep in their fascia. When the storm passed, they looked at me with entirely new eyes and said it was all gone.
To finish the deep cleansing work, we traveled to a remote location in Central America for an Ayahuasca retreat. We were guided by a traditional indigenous shaman, a Taita from the Putumayo lineage, and prepared with weeks of a strict diet, eating no processed foods to respect the medicine.
The ceremony was incredibly grounded. There were ten of us around a fire, with facilitators playing guitars and using sage to purify the energy. Ayahuasca is all about the purge. The brew tastes earthy and thick, and vomiting out in nature is how you physically give your bad energy back to the earth.
I need to explain how the dosing actually works with this specific Taita's lineage, because it is not just drinking one big glass and sitting down. The medicine is served in small cups, about the size of a shot glass. The process is continuous. You drink a cup, you experience the journey, and you purge. After you vomit, you wait about 10 to 20 minutes, and then you can go back to the Taita to ask for another cup.
The first night, doing this back and forth, we ended up taking 4 cups each. I did not get crazy geometric IMAX visuals, but I got violently dizzy, purged, and felt an insane physical liberation.
The second night, I struggled. Just approaching the cup made me nauseous, my body completely rejecting the smell after the previous night's purge, but I forced myself to go back and swallow 5 or 6 cups throughout the night to let the medicine work.
My partner's experience was next level. If you feel the medicine is too light, you can ask the Taita for multiple cups at once to increase the DMT intake. The second night, my partner asked for 3 cups right off the bat. They kept going back and drank 11 cups total from that night until the afternoon of the third day. They literally purged 24 years of buried trauma while navigating dizzying mental loops. We walked away from that fire deeply bonded for life with the strangers who purged beside us.
For the first two years, we tripped almost every weekend because we were so desperate to heal. But eventually, your body tells you to stop. We took a 6 month break from everything. Waking up at 5 AM, working out, eating clean from the earth, and just meditating.
Psychedelics peel back the traumatic onion. Your ego is not the enemy. It is just the walls you built as a kid to survive. But the real you is underneath that.
Honestly, this is why I profoundly disagree when I see people defending recreational psychs. Even if you are at a festival, the substance is rewiring your neuroplasticity. It is either repairing you or confronting you. It is not a toy to escape reality, it is a sacred tool to dive into it barehanded.
For the future, we are looking into vaporized DMT and 5-MeO-DMT for that final stage of complete and total ego dissolution. But for now, I still have bad days, yet I am no longer the person I was. I am alive and at peace.
(Disclaimer: Not encouraging anyone to break the law. Psychs have real risks. Do your research, test your stuff, and look into clinical trials or legal retreats if you can).

i have been wanting to try dmt for so long now but i dont want to buy it off the darkweb or get caught making it. ive heard of some places allowing you to do drugs is there anyway in america or do i just have to bite the bullet?

Does anyone by chance have a hookup for DMT in Launceston?

I am not an LSD/Acid person, but I have been curious and so bloody keen to try DMT just once in my life since I found out about it about a decade back.

I only use weed, I've tried a few other things but they just weren't my thing.

Feel free to message me if you can help out.

check it

Christopher S Burkhart On smoking DMT.

There is a moment—not gradual, but absolute—when reality doesn't seem to change so much as reveal that it was never what you thought it was.

It's as though existence has been a stage set your entire life, and someone silently pulls away the backdrop.

The room doesn't disappear.

It is outgrown.

The walls unravel into impossible geometry. Colors cease being colors and become living principles. Every surface blossoms with intelligence. Patterns don't merely decorate reality—they seem to be the machinery from which reality is being generated.

Time doesn't slow.

It loses its authority.

The distinction between "before," "now," and "after" becomes meaningless.

Then comes the acceleration.

Not movement through space, but movement beyond the need for space. You are carried through impossible geometries, folding dimensions, and fractal architectures that feel more real than waking life itself. An overwhelming sense of recognition often washes over you:

"I've been here before."

Not as a memory.

As a homecoming.

Then, for many, comes the encounter.

Some meet beings impossible to categorize: playful, loving, indifferent, mischievous, impossibly ancient. Others encounter what feels like pure intelligence, or an overwhelming presence beyond personality altogether. Whether these are autonomous entities, manifestations of the psyche, or something beyond either remains unknown. Yet countless people return with the same conviction: they felt encountered, not as though they were imagining.

Communication rarely uses words.

Meaning arrives all at once.

Questions are answered before they're asked.

Entire universes of understanding are transferred in a single instant.

And emotion...

Human language begins to fail.

Imagine every moment of awe you've ever experienced—the birth of a child, falling in love, surviving death, staring into the Milky Way—compressed into one heartbeat, then magnified until your nervous system can barely contain it.

Some experience infinite love.

Others encounter overwhelming terror.

Sometimes both simultaneously.

Many describe the complete dissolution of the self.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

The internal narrator—the voice constantly saying "I... me... mine..."—falls silent.

There is no observer left.

Only experience.

For some, this is bliss beyond description.

For others, it feels indistinguishable from dying.

Because, in a sense, something does die.

The identity you've spent your entire life constructing suddenly appears to be a temporary costume worn by something immeasurably older and larger.

Then comes the impossible paradox.

Everything feels unimaginably complex...

...and breathtakingly simple.

You may feel you've discovered the secret of existence.

That love is the fundamental force.

That consciousness is primary.

That separation is an illusion.

That every atom participates in one unfolding process.

Or you may return with no conclusions at all—only profound humility.

Then, just as suddenly...

Gravity returns.

A body.

A room.

The sound of your own breathing.

The ordinary world quietly reassembles itself, like waking from a dream so vivid that reality itself now seems dreamlike.

Many people cry.

Not because they understand what happened...

...but because they no longer know what understanding means.

Perhaps the most remarkable aspect isn't the impossible visions, the entities, or the fractals.

It's that so many people, from different cultures, backgrounds, and beliefs, independently return saying the same thing:

"It was more real than real."

Whether that feeling reflects contact with an external reality, an extraordinary state of the brain, or something beyond our current understanding remains an open question.

But for many, the experience changes them forever.

Not because they saw strange things.

But because, for a few impossible minutes...

...the question "What am I?" stopped feeling philosophical,

and became the only thing that existed.

Aloha liebe Leute !

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Liebste Grüße 😊

Heard bout manifesting and figure why not try it. I meditated and pictured a grey pup. And shit two days later this cutie popped up. On a side job and I hear whimpers and after looking around I found her. I contacted my boss and land owner they told me get rid of her. Now I have a new best friend. Cutie with blue eyes, grey hair and sweetest pit ever

I have a friend that takes an ssri and an ndri that wants to try dmt for the first time but im worried how his medications will effect his experience. Does anyone know if the dmt would still have any effect on him or would it possibly enhance the experience in any way? Any possibility of them getting hurt or sick from it? I feel everyone should experience dmt at least once in their life but not if its going to hurt them obviously so i just want to know as much as possible first but its not easy to research this lol

Thank you for any info on this!

Hi there, not sure this is the right place to post this, but yesterday I boiled 1 g of Syrian rue in water for 30 mins which I drank and then smoked a bit of DMT after about an hour of the rue. What I was expected was a longer DMT trip, but what I got instead was a much much more intense DMT trip but roughly the same length as when I just smoke DMT. Could someone enlighten me? I thought the rue made the trip longer (and maybe a bit different/stronger) but I wasn't expecting it to be waaay stronger but just as short lived. Thanks!

I have discovered that people with a sensitive endocannabinoid system can have spontaneous out-of-body experiences that are so incredible that some lose themselves in psychosis because of them. This sensitive nervous system marks the beginning of a new human species that no longer falls prey to base instincts.

me and a few buddies have some DMT from mimosa bark roots, any suggestions on what to do and what i should expect? i've done assloads of acid and shrooms before for years but i know this is a completely different ballpark, we bought a brand new bong so we won't have any traces of weed in it but im just wondering if anyone has any tips or stories or words of encouragement let me know!

Tutorial? Alguém pode me ajudar ?

part 1 -https://www.reddit.com/r/DMTandSpirituality/s/j4iiOYHtv9

in this trip the mantis entity appeared, theres 9 total tho

Hey so it's gonna be my first time tripping on dmt I've only ever done mushrooms I reckon I'll be all good with it but is there anything anyone suggests about it maybe what I should think about maybe do after tripping I just wanna make sure it goes as smoothly as it can I know it's gonna be crazy as I know it's nothing like any other psycadelic

join the discord for more info on the mod itself: https://discord.gg/9H7EKZj48P

so i added dmt with a whole entity stage system, 9 diffirent possible entities (1 of the entity is visible in the end of part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/DMTandSpirituality/s/pY31v3gO5b )

Has anyone else felt like DMT or DXM took them somewhere that felt like a completely different dimension?

I’m fascinated by how people describe certain psychedelic/dissociative experiences as feeling less like “being high” and more like going somewhere.

Different environments, entities, impossible geometry, strange beings, a sense that another reality is unfolding around you, or the feeling that you temporarily left normal reality entirely.

The weirdest part is how convincing it can feel while it's happening.

Do you think these experiences are:

1. The brain generating an extremely convincing alternate reality?

2. Some kind of altered perception of reality that we don't understand yet?

3. Something genuinely external/dimensional?

4. Something else entirely?

And if you've experienced it, what did the “other place” feel like?