McDMT

This just came from my own brain

Substances: DMT

It occured to me last night that we all have these dmt factories in our heads. So, with eyes squeezed tightly, I pushed hard, and a gelcap full of waxy crystal Orange shot out of my ear like a rocket. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

Lacking a sophisticated piece of handblown dmt-ingesting glassware, I was forced to improvise. I happened to have a small glass funnel (covered with some residue which ironically reeks of dmt vapor!) and some plastic tubing, which also seemed as if someone had previously used for a similar experiment. With these connected, I inverted the funnel and fashioned a "floor" for the contraption out of aluminum foil. After shaping a small indentation for the melted liquid to become trapped in, I placed a small pile of crystals into their final resting place, and attached the foil to the funnel.

With lights dim and music turned off, I sat on a Japanese-style chair (really a backrest to compliment the reed-mat floor). Not wasting too much time clarifying my intentions or expectations, but not completely bypassing this ritual, I ignited the lighter and held it some inches below the foil. I watched the orange crystals soften and melt into a dark liquid, and then vaporize. As the funnel filled with opaque smoke, I inhaled. Oh yeah, there was a small hole punched in the foil to allow fresh air to replace the vapors.

I did this 3 times quickly, and then regretted that I had not thought about where to put the very hot piece of glass. I crawled around for a moment, not wanting to set it on the rather fragile (plant-based) floor. After stumbling around for a moment, a small earthenware dish was located and I hastily set the contraption into it, half-conscious of the idea that it might break if set too hastily.

In the past, I have always closed my eyes immediatley. This time, and I dont know why, they remained open.

A very physical change in head pressure occurred, and I started to zone very hard. My perception was locked onto the futon in the middle of the room. The hills and valleys of the fabric were morphing in typical psychedelic fashion. This became so intense that I think I closed my eyes, maybe not.

Soon enough, I was staring into a black space populated with all kinds of autonomous colorful visual and aural objects. These things were silly, sproinging around and saying "ppppphhhhpppptt!" a lot. They also said things like "grglesprzgrdl" and other gibberish, trying to get me to laugh I think. They had wiggly edges, like jellyfish tentacles or those things from the old McDonalds commercials that loved french fries (now that I think about it, Grimace and the Fry Goblins are very psychedelic... combine that with an evil clown, and you have McDmT!).

Just beyond this visual space, I could make out some sort of object, which appered very solid and "hard", wehn compared to these vapory little spirits who were gizelbing around. It looked like a rounded, polished stone, slowly rotating. I've seen many things on many compounds, but this was one of the most compelling to date. This rock was illuminated from within, and hada marbly pattern on the outside. I have no idea what it was or why I was viewing it, but it was impressive. Around the time I started tor ealize how incredible this object was, I noticed I was sitting in a room in Kyoto, Japan, Earth. I took a deep breath.

All that from my own brain!