So here I am just returning my my magical journey into a world that I knew existed but had yet to discover me.

 I always wondered what the experience would be like, I was waiting like a woman waiting for her loved one to return from a trip. The reality of hours and the opportunity still seems surreal, trans human like. So to deliver the experience in words to you, my friends, it is god like . The journey is quick and concise. You take 8 hours of mindful playtime and compress the lessons of the journey in 30 minutes. The colors of suspended reality, the sounds of life and then there is just you, raw in composition, very trippy stuff.

My dosage was about the size of an eraser tip from a new yellow Number 2 Pencil. I embraced my chillum, a gift from a very dear friend, he made on his initial undertaking of glass blowing and filled it with some Sage and Sour. I sprinkled the yellow crystals on top of the fresh herb, ensure the crystals stayed on top of its velvety bedding. I sat in anticipation waiting for the correct energy to embrace me. I asked the gods of my ancestors to guide me through the lessons of life, to protect me from the lessons they have come to learn and evolve from. I raised the glass pipe to lips, carefully extending my lighter away from the tincture, to ensure I vaporized the beauty. With one deep breath, I felt the warmth channel through my airwaves like a warm brandy stretching into you inner cavities.

Over the next few seconds I held the mixture in waiting for the onset,  I continued this process until I completely emptied the bowl. I could smell the rustic past, cedarwood blowing in the winds. The underlayment of middle eastern influences passed though my airwaves, Dark Star from 1970-01-02 Fillmore East (Late Show), filled the air. I was playing my new beautiful Bose Companion Speakers I received for Christmas. As I closed my eyes, I heard the ringing of bells shuffle through the ally ways, as I proceeded to walk far into the distance of reality, the colorful waves provided a corridor to my destination. The colors resembled that of a rainbow, colors transitioning from one harmonious collage into a pool of darkness. When I reached destination the color of black engulfed my being. My emotions slid into fear,  my heart paced like a runner crossing the finish line in exhaust. I stepped outside of the emotion, I was lifted outside of my shell, out of my energy casing and looked down at my lifeless body. I had completely detached my my energy, my being, from this reality, this life and this journey in this momentary life.

As I danced around the concept of fear, I almost laughed at the idea of it having control over me. My ancestors guided me to my evolution, to my hurdle and my shared reality from lessons they grew past. Fear is noting more than an inhibitor of my being. I choose to let go of that reality, that state of being, that person I choose not to be. The doorway I chose to walk down, that life I decided to leave behind, it was filled with fear and anxiety, the fear of what if? The Dark Star crashes, I gave myself to myself, I gave my family the gift of me in freedom. The questions of fear and their sources floated past me as I let go, where I was to let the feelings subside like the flood waters after a storm. The bells of Dark Star came to an end, the next Dark Star Dicks Picks Volume 7 began to fill me with a new trip.

The lightness, whispiness of Jerry's guitar kicked in immediately. My energy was transformed into into a montage of colors that were blessed with white and greens found in a summer day. My energy was carried away into the warmth of forgiveness and freedom. I forgave myself for the life I inhibited, their lies I lived. The cruelness of the world, the cold reality of existence and the lies they lead you to believe. I forgave them for placing that fear into me, forgave them for leading me to believe I needed protection from the challenges as a father, a husband and as a son. Calmness came to me, my beating heart began to slow, the positive warmth filled my exhalations. I tasted the sweetness of the Sage and Sour in my mouth, I smelled the Trips Scents in mind, the organic smell brought me back to nature.

I lit the fireplace and took off my shirt to feel the flames beat against my bare chest. The flames waved and danced with the tidal waves of emotions I was feeling. My journey was coming to an end. I slowly sank back into my shell, my casing and returned back to this world, my energy was now back in its temporary shell. I now had completed my trip, I had experienced what DMT is suppose to be and the expectations that proceeded it. I have heard it referred to as the "gentleman's trip", now I understand why. It is a combination of a out of body experience, a feeling of elevation and softness that I have not felt in many trips. If I was to compare the body experience I would say it is similar to a good nitrous session. The mind trip is in another world, it hits you in 15-30 seconds after your first inhale. It hits you like a stunt driver riding up a ramp and then returning on the other side of the ramp. I did feel a few moments in the beginning of, oh shit, but I let go of that feeling. I heard my rational voice calling me to say, relax it is a trip and I will see you again in 30 minutes, unlike some of those 8 hour mind blowing vacations you can encounter for other hallucinogens.

My expectations, well it is hard to say what I expected. I don't think I can described what I envisioned, but I can tell you it looks like this in my mind. I had a few close friends that described as the truth of life. They are not frequent users, they have just taking that journey before. I don't personally think this something that someone needs to do all the time, this is one of those sacred trips, it is close to the light, the pure energy of your being. 

Peace and Blessing

DT