Tonight I loaded up my yocan and tried my best as I always do to mentally prepare myself. This is probably my 7-8th time taking DMT. Never again.

It could’ve been my mindset, but I highly doubt it. I’d been having doubts about this DMT world, and the fact that the beings and places I go to seem so real it made me wonder if it was good or evil in nature.

You know what everyone says to people who smoke DMT? Surrender. (2 Corinthians 11:14) “And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.”

I had an encounter not for the first time, but multiple times with beings. You can say it’s my headspace you can say it’s just a trip but it was truly and utterly demonic. The devil is real. And he was there.

This “being” tried it’s best to make me feel all nice and comfortable just like every other DMT experience and then that’s when I realized I didn’t like the idea that it was trying so hard to distract me from the experience itself. So I fought back against it.

And that’s when I realized it was evil. The trip was ending and it was placing thoughts in my head. I was listening to YouTube to play music and I vividly remember hearing this girl say “Mom has work” and then all these voices of close family members saying I would never amount to anything, and that I was a druggy and the most horrible awful things and reactions I could never even imagine my loving family members saying to me. It was demonic. The being was trying to make me feel like I was a schizophrenic, and I kept getting this thought that I was stuck in this reality and in the “real” world I was in a mental facility listening to my family talk to me. Never again.

Regardless of your religion I tell you to question why it is you take DMT. And if you believe in good and evil please do some soul searching. I definitely need to. Goodbye. ❤️