Dr.NS
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not my story. no way i could handle this anyways.
i searched, don't think its a repost
http://www.shroomery.org/9675/Godlike-DMT-Skydiving-Experience
"HOLY SHIT!" is all i have been thinking for the past week. I finally
made my 2.25 grams of crystalline Dimethyl Tryptamine from 2 pounds of
Mimosa Hostilis rootbark. Ive already tried DMT recently a few times
with exceptional experiences but nothing can ever sum up to what
happened this past weekend.
Ive been an avid skydiver out of my
freind's own private high-altitude propellor plane for some time now.
About a year and a half. Ive constantly been searching for the "truth
about everything" with the use of LSD, Shrooms, and Ecstacy for the
past year. I felt it was about time i made a humongous leap forward
into my discoveries. I made the decision to attempt the world's first
act of tripping DMT while in a high-altitude freefall, at least that i
know of.
The qualifications for this type of an experiment has
to be exceptional safety and perfect timing. Prior to jumping, with
complete gear on (including parachute and reserve), i planned to inhale
one complete rip from my dmt pipe aboard the plane and then immediately
proceed out into the abyss of the sky where i will exhale hopefuly
after i pull the line. Nothing in this world, however, could prepare me
for what would really happen.
Jumping out of an airplane at
35,000 feet while holding your breath is already difficult enough. But
to do it while the world's most potent psychoactive begins to
flourishly react with my consciousness is a completely different story.
My freind, well call him FRIEND, is the only other person that knows
this experiment will take place.
Goals of this experiment are:
1) NO DYING
2) PULL CORD BEFORE EXHALING DMT
3)
The most ultimate and godlike experience anyone on this planet could
ever experience while faced with complete danger to succeed into the
next level of ultimate enlightenment.
You think im crazy? Well, yeah, this is proof. lol.
This
past saturday, after a two-day fast, at 10 o'clock in the morning i
wake up with the necessary mindset to accomplish a remarkable feat.
Speaking with others was off limits, only complete focus on the
objective. Noon and im at the dusted airstrip taking off with FREIND.
We take one trial run where i take a hit of weed from a pipe, jump off
the plane, pull the shoot, and exhale. I immediately became worried
when flight was acheived without being able to hold my breath easily. I
knew it would be harder with plastic-tasting DMT. I decided another
trial was in order. Once down, i grab another parachute and head back
to the airstrip where FREIND is refueling. Oddly enough, the second
trial commenced at 4:20 pm and the jump went smoothly. Slightly stoned
and floating down to the ground, a smile couldnt help but overtake my
face as i realized the next time is THE time.
7:00 pm and the
sun is getting close to the horizon. A few minutes are left until
35,000 feet is obtained and then only half an hour max before its too
dark. This was crunch time, and i knew it. I could hardly bare the
anticipation. My hands shook incredibly fast and my heartbeat was
skyrocketing. I began to have second thoughts and if this didnt work, i
could kill myself. I quickly realized that all of the intellect and
wisdom obtained from my previous psychedelic experiences were shouting
out at me that anything is possible if i just believe. I began to
meditate in the plane in a state that almost seemed to be an lsd
flashback. I knew my body was pumping fear but my brain was combatting
it with faith. I knew this would be the defining point of my
pre-adulthood if i succeed and i knew that i could survive. Thinking of
conquering this unworldly feat began to enstill a sympathy in myself
towards myself. I felt as though i didnt need to do this to define my
life, but at the same time i knew i needed to in order to advance in my
stages of enlightenment. All of a sudden once everything seemed to be
good to go, and ready to fly, the cockpit hatch opened up and FREIND
yelled out to me, "You ready to fuckin FLY?!?" I responded only with a
smile and began to place the pipe to my mouth as my hand holding the
lighter trembled.
This time, my bowl was filled with DMT. I
cornered myself away from the wind, slowed down my breathing, lit the
lighter, placed it to the bowl and began to inhale. Immediately i was
astonished by how i could stand the taste this time. Almost as if the
DMT was rooting for me as well. After a deep, deep rip, i shut my eyes,
focused on the mission, placed my goggles over my eyes, and darted out
the door.
The immediate weightlessness was startling for some
reason this time. Within seconds of shooting out the plane, all hell
broke loose. The trip began. Scared and in a state of paralysis, i
exhaled the smoke and witnessed my life beginning to flash before my
eyes in a kaleidoscope of remembered events ordered in a way that
seemed incredibly perfect. All i could think about was my friends,
family, and my personal journey through life. My eyes were shut and the
roar of the wind was instantaneously replaced by a shearing high
pitched crackle. I knew i was falling, i knew i was going to die, i
knew i'd miss my life but i did not feel as though i had failed. I
suddenly realised that the life that just flashed before my eyes was a
good one and began to accept that this is the perfect way to die, in
harmony with my own mind. All of the hectic closed-eye-visulatisations
of memories and swirling patterns made me feel as though dying was
merely the next step in enlightenment which after all, was the
inevitable goal of my experiment. Feeling at ease with the thought of
death, i felt myself relaxing into the flight and let gravity take
over. No longer was i in form and now i was just tumbling through the
sky.
Visions from my most recent acid trip began to
play before my eyes as i fell further through the sky with my eyes
still closed. The message i took back from that trip was a subjective
reality, that which is produced personally at all times, began to
flourish about in my hectic thoughts. I opened my eyes because
something compelled me to. I was in the clouds. I readjusted into
proper skydiving technique. All i could see was the faint light of the
sun glowing my surroundings and i began to wonder if i was in heaven. I
wondered if this was the product of my mind producing a subjective
reality while in a DMT trip or if i was really dead. Emotions at this
stage in time seemed incredibly intense.
The clouds parted and
gave way to the view of the massive earth quickly accelerating towards
me. Suddenly no longer was this a mission to enlighten myself, it was
back to staying alive. My guess is the brief DMT trip had began to die
down and gave me a chance to save myself so i could take back my story
to the rest of the world. Subjective reality philosophy is very
interesting to me. In this case, i began to feel as though i had
created the earth that was rushing towards me and i had also created
the parachute on my back. I could either discover the purpose of the
hard, brown land or i could discover the purpose of my parachute.
Immediately, all energy that could possibly be imagined was summoned. I
felt as though i was gaining power and spirits were helping me. There
were beings on the ground tossing light at me. My only response to this
vivid hallucination was to embody it and use the energy to my
advantage. As i caught the light, my energy seemed to revive and my
arms went out to the side as they began to glow a brilliant white. I
felt as though i was god, or a god, or at least an angel of some sort
and that all of me was glowing white. I felt that if i hit the ground
while possessing this much energy, it would be a complete waste and i
would let all of the spirits of the world down and the world would
gradually die away. I suddenly felt as though pulling that cord was the
only thing that mattered in the world at the time. I visualized the
president in his office dealing with Iraq difficulties, i visulaized a
mother giving birth to a baby i even thought of what id perhaps be
doing if this had never occurred. None of it mattered any more.
I
had to pull that cord. With an amazing feeling of lightlessness, i shut
my eyes once more and forced my arms up to the cord and released all of
my energy. Instantaneously, the weightlessness was replaced with
ultimate heaviness and an incredible pain in my torso. Once the chute
was deployed, a sigh of relief and a release of endless amounts of
tension took place. I survived. I accomplished. I defeated. I
conquered. I fuckin did it!
I survived the ultimate test of
concsiousness and obtained the ultimate level of enlightenment. No more
living life half-heartedly. No more arguments. No more anger. No more
stress. Life from then on is to be happy, spiritual and amazing. From
then on, i use my new godlike perspective to help me live through life
as though i had created it all. This viewpoint will allow me to connect
with anything or anyone i wish and will allow me to teach others of
these ways.
Hovering a thousand feet over the land, i realized
how close a call this was and let out a scream of joy that seemed to
echo around for miles and minutes. I must have still been feeling the
residual effects. As i landed back on the ground, i bent over while
beginning to cry and kissed the sandy ground. If i truly am to believe
that i created all, than i am to believe that the dirt sticking around
my lips at this moment is something i created. I licked my lips and
smiled as though i had just finished a meal i prepared for myself.
Overall,
this experience was IMMENSELY enlightening and also probably one of the
most idiotic things a person could do. BUT, i survived and for the
better. Dont try this without either talking to me, feeling as though
your life is worth the risk, or if you have experience. I instead
suggest that each of you find your own crazy idea for a trip, fulfill
it, and realize the best way you can live your life once you complete
it. Just dont do anything so dumb as to kill yourselves because as i
discovered, life can be a beautiful thing and id hate for you to fail
at trying to realize this.
nuts.
i searched, don't think its a repost
http://www.shroomery.org/9675/Godlike-DMT-Skydiving-Experience
"HOLY SHIT!" is all i have been thinking for the past week. I finally
made my 2.25 grams of crystalline Dimethyl Tryptamine from 2 pounds of
Mimosa Hostilis rootbark. Ive already tried DMT recently a few times
with exceptional experiences but nothing can ever sum up to what
happened this past weekend.
Ive been an avid skydiver out of my
freind's own private high-altitude propellor plane for some time now.
About a year and a half. Ive constantly been searching for the "truth
about everything" with the use of LSD, Shrooms, and Ecstacy for the
past year. I felt it was about time i made a humongous leap forward
into my discoveries. I made the decision to attempt the world's first
act of tripping DMT while in a high-altitude freefall, at least that i
know of.
The qualifications for this type of an experiment has
to be exceptional safety and perfect timing. Prior to jumping, with
complete gear on (including parachute and reserve), i planned to inhale
one complete rip from my dmt pipe aboard the plane and then immediately
proceed out into the abyss of the sky where i will exhale hopefuly
after i pull the line. Nothing in this world, however, could prepare me
for what would really happen.
Jumping out of an airplane at
35,000 feet while holding your breath is already difficult enough. But
to do it while the world's most potent psychoactive begins to
flourishly react with my consciousness is a completely different story.
My freind, well call him FRIEND, is the only other person that knows
this experiment will take place.
Goals of this experiment are:
1) NO DYING
2) PULL CORD BEFORE EXHALING DMT
3)
The most ultimate and godlike experience anyone on this planet could
ever experience while faced with complete danger to succeed into the
next level of ultimate enlightenment.
You think im crazy? Well, yeah, this is proof. lol.
This
past saturday, after a two-day fast, at 10 o'clock in the morning i
wake up with the necessary mindset to accomplish a remarkable feat.
Speaking with others was off limits, only complete focus on the
objective. Noon and im at the dusted airstrip taking off with FREIND.
We take one trial run where i take a hit of weed from a pipe, jump off
the plane, pull the shoot, and exhale. I immediately became worried
when flight was acheived without being able to hold my breath easily. I
knew it would be harder with plastic-tasting DMT. I decided another
trial was in order. Once down, i grab another parachute and head back
to the airstrip where FREIND is refueling. Oddly enough, the second
trial commenced at 4:20 pm and the jump went smoothly. Slightly stoned
and floating down to the ground, a smile couldnt help but overtake my
face as i realized the next time is THE time.
7:00 pm and the
sun is getting close to the horizon. A few minutes are left until
35,000 feet is obtained and then only half an hour max before its too
dark. This was crunch time, and i knew it. I could hardly bare the
anticipation. My hands shook incredibly fast and my heartbeat was
skyrocketing. I began to have second thoughts and if this didnt work, i
could kill myself. I quickly realized that all of the intellect and
wisdom obtained from my previous psychedelic experiences were shouting
out at me that anything is possible if i just believe. I began to
meditate in the plane in a state that almost seemed to be an lsd
flashback. I knew my body was pumping fear but my brain was combatting
it with faith. I knew this would be the defining point of my
pre-adulthood if i succeed and i knew that i could survive. Thinking of
conquering this unworldly feat began to enstill a sympathy in myself
towards myself. I felt as though i didnt need to do this to define my
life, but at the same time i knew i needed to in order to advance in my
stages of enlightenment. All of a sudden once everything seemed to be
good to go, and ready to fly, the cockpit hatch opened up and FREIND
yelled out to me, "You ready to fuckin FLY?!?" I responded only with a
smile and began to place the pipe to my mouth as my hand holding the
lighter trembled.
This time, my bowl was filled with DMT. I
cornered myself away from the wind, slowed down my breathing, lit the
lighter, placed it to the bowl and began to inhale. Immediately i was
astonished by how i could stand the taste this time. Almost as if the
DMT was rooting for me as well. After a deep, deep rip, i shut my eyes,
focused on the mission, placed my goggles over my eyes, and darted out
the door.
The immediate weightlessness was startling for some
reason this time. Within seconds of shooting out the plane, all hell
broke loose. The trip began. Scared and in a state of paralysis, i
exhaled the smoke and witnessed my life beginning to flash before my
eyes in a kaleidoscope of remembered events ordered in a way that
seemed incredibly perfect. All i could think about was my friends,
family, and my personal journey through life. My eyes were shut and the
roar of the wind was instantaneously replaced by a shearing high
pitched crackle. I knew i was falling, i knew i was going to die, i
knew i'd miss my life but i did not feel as though i had failed. I
suddenly realised that the life that just flashed before my eyes was a
good one and began to accept that this is the perfect way to die, in
harmony with my own mind. All of the hectic closed-eye-visulatisations
of memories and swirling patterns made me feel as though dying was
merely the next step in enlightenment which after all, was the
inevitable goal of my experiment. Feeling at ease with the thought of
death, i felt myself relaxing into the flight and let gravity take
over. No longer was i in form and now i was just tumbling through the
sky.
Visions from my most recent acid trip began to
play before my eyes as i fell further through the sky with my eyes
still closed. The message i took back from that trip was a subjective
reality, that which is produced personally at all times, began to
flourish about in my hectic thoughts. I opened my eyes because
something compelled me to. I was in the clouds. I readjusted into
proper skydiving technique. All i could see was the faint light of the
sun glowing my surroundings and i began to wonder if i was in heaven. I
wondered if this was the product of my mind producing a subjective
reality while in a DMT trip or if i was really dead. Emotions at this
stage in time seemed incredibly intense.
The clouds parted and
gave way to the view of the massive earth quickly accelerating towards
me. Suddenly no longer was this a mission to enlighten myself, it was
back to staying alive. My guess is the brief DMT trip had began to die
down and gave me a chance to save myself so i could take back my story
to the rest of the world. Subjective reality philosophy is very
interesting to me. In this case, i began to feel as though i had
created the earth that was rushing towards me and i had also created
the parachute on my back. I could either discover the purpose of the
hard, brown land or i could discover the purpose of my parachute.
Immediately, all energy that could possibly be imagined was summoned. I
felt as though i was gaining power and spirits were helping me. There
were beings on the ground tossing light at me. My only response to this
vivid hallucination was to embody it and use the energy to my
advantage. As i caught the light, my energy seemed to revive and my
arms went out to the side as they began to glow a brilliant white. I
felt as though i was god, or a god, or at least an angel of some sort
and that all of me was glowing white. I felt that if i hit the ground
while possessing this much energy, it would be a complete waste and i
would let all of the spirits of the world down and the world would
gradually die away. I suddenly felt as though pulling that cord was the
only thing that mattered in the world at the time. I visualized the
president in his office dealing with Iraq difficulties, i visulaized a
mother giving birth to a baby i even thought of what id perhaps be
doing if this had never occurred. None of it mattered any more.
I
had to pull that cord. With an amazing feeling of lightlessness, i shut
my eyes once more and forced my arms up to the cord and released all of
my energy. Instantaneously, the weightlessness was replaced with
ultimate heaviness and an incredible pain in my torso. Once the chute
was deployed, a sigh of relief and a release of endless amounts of
tension took place. I survived. I accomplished. I defeated. I
conquered. I fuckin did it!
I survived the ultimate test of
concsiousness and obtained the ultimate level of enlightenment. No more
living life half-heartedly. No more arguments. No more anger. No more
stress. Life from then on is to be happy, spiritual and amazing. From
then on, i use my new godlike perspective to help me live through life
as though i had created it all. This viewpoint will allow me to connect
with anything or anyone i wish and will allow me to teach others of
these ways.
Hovering a thousand feet over the land, i realized
how close a call this was and let out a scream of joy that seemed to
echo around for miles and minutes. I must have still been feeling the
residual effects. As i landed back on the ground, i bent over while
beginning to cry and kissed the sandy ground. If i truly am to believe
that i created all, than i am to believe that the dirt sticking around
my lips at this moment is something i created. I licked my lips and
smiled as though i had just finished a meal i prepared for myself.
Overall,
this experience was IMMENSELY enlightening and also probably one of the
most idiotic things a person could do. BUT, i survived and for the
better. Dont try this without either talking to me, feeling as though
your life is worth the risk, or if you have experience. I instead
suggest that each of you find your own crazy idea for a trip, fulfill
it, and realize the best way you can live your life once you complete
it. Just dont do anything so dumb as to kill yourselves because as i
discovered, life can be a beautiful thing and id hate for you to fail
at trying to realize this.
nuts.
