Caduceus Mercurius
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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It's been several months since I had a psychedelic experience, the last one being in November. And it's been a little more than a year that I did DMT. At that time I tried it about 4 times. All of these experiences took me to the mandala, and one of which (assisted by Mara) took me "through the fun tunnel" and made me completely lose awareness of my surroundings for more than 15 minutes. I had a sense of being surrounded by thousands of people and communicating with some of them. But I do not remember what any of them looked like. It was mostly an ecstatic kaleidoscope, which intensified as I loudly hummed, moaned and shouted at the top of my voice ("whooooo!!!!!").
A couple of days ago I loaded my pipe with synthetic DMT, which I had received as a gift a couple of months ago. Yesterday morning I made all the preparations in my bedroom, but then decided to wait for a better moment. I went to bed early last night (due to boredom tinged with depression) and woke up early. I went to the toilet, put on some trance music and laid in bed for about 20 minutes until the track Opal by Ishq started and I felt ready to go.
I bought a really cool ligther a few weeks ago (the other one died just before I was about to inhale in January). When you open the lid, a blue light starts shining, so you can see the pipe etc. Very useful if you want to do the DMT in a room that's completely dark.
While lying down on my side I kept the flame underneath the glass pipe for a while, until I saw white vapor accumulating in the pipe. While continuing to heat it, I took a slow inhalation (the taste was fine). But as soon as the patterns showed up, I vividly remembered the first time I had encountered it, and how lost and confused I felt. I chickened out, even though what I saw then wasn't inducing fear or confusion.
Although Terence McKenna describes these patterns as just a mandala you have to pierce through, that mandala is quite 'intimidating' in itself. It basically lacks meaning (you can interpret it any way you want), and there is no euphoria there. There was not a hint of entities or anything like that. But the realization that I was very close to the confusion I had experienced last year discouraged me from taking another hit.
I noticed however that the visuals, though vivid, faded very quickly, probably within 4 or 5 minutes. Having just contemplated why I felt so intimidated by it, and realizing that this time I had not felt particularly lost or fearful at all, and that indeed the effects fade quickly without waves, I decided to do another hit, which again revealed the spinning colors. Unlike pretty patterns on your computer screen or those hanging on your wall, these swirls seem to be...well, intense!
There were no significant emotional or psychological obstacles, other than the fear of ending up in a space that is extremely bizar, and of which I cannot determine whether it's divine or completely delusional.
Fortunately extracted DMT (from Mimosa) is not very rare where I live. I can do dozens of these treshhold experiences and still have enough left for some breakthrough experiences. But I must somehow get over the fear that's keeping me from really diving in there. Maybe it's just a matter of trying it regularly, like every morning or every week. Or maybe it's a matter of finding a sitter who's convincing and reassuring enough to really go for it. But then, I'd really like to be able to do this by myself.
Have any of you gone through such a phase? Did you have similar feelings regarding that "treshhold" mandala?
Any recommendations?
A couple of days ago I loaded my pipe with synthetic DMT, which I had received as a gift a couple of months ago. Yesterday morning I made all the preparations in my bedroom, but then decided to wait for a better moment. I went to bed early last night (due to boredom tinged with depression) and woke up early. I went to the toilet, put on some trance music and laid in bed for about 20 minutes until the track Opal by Ishq started and I felt ready to go.
I bought a really cool ligther a few weeks ago (the other one died just before I was about to inhale in January). When you open the lid, a blue light starts shining, so you can see the pipe etc. Very useful if you want to do the DMT in a room that's completely dark.
While lying down on my side I kept the flame underneath the glass pipe for a while, until I saw white vapor accumulating in the pipe. While continuing to heat it, I took a slow inhalation (the taste was fine). But as soon as the patterns showed up, I vividly remembered the first time I had encountered it, and how lost and confused I felt. I chickened out, even though what I saw then wasn't inducing fear or confusion.
Although Terence McKenna describes these patterns as just a mandala you have to pierce through, that mandala is quite 'intimidating' in itself. It basically lacks meaning (you can interpret it any way you want), and there is no euphoria there. There was not a hint of entities or anything like that. But the realization that I was very close to the confusion I had experienced last year discouraged me from taking another hit.
I noticed however that the visuals, though vivid, faded very quickly, probably within 4 or 5 minutes. Having just contemplated why I felt so intimidated by it, and realizing that this time I had not felt particularly lost or fearful at all, and that indeed the effects fade quickly without waves, I decided to do another hit, which again revealed the spinning colors. Unlike pretty patterns on your computer screen or those hanging on your wall, these swirls seem to be...well, intense!

There were no significant emotional or psychological obstacles, other than the fear of ending up in a space that is extremely bizar, and of which I cannot determine whether it's divine or completely delusional.
Fortunately extracted DMT (from Mimosa) is not very rare where I live. I can do dozens of these treshhold experiences and still have enough left for some breakthrough experiences. But I must somehow get over the fear that's keeping me from really diving in there. Maybe it's just a matter of trying it regularly, like every morning or every week. Or maybe it's a matter of finding a sitter who's convincing and reassuring enough to really go for it. But then, I'd really like to be able to do this by myself.
Have any of you gone through such a phase? Did you have similar feelings regarding that "treshhold" mandala?
Any recommendations?