So I just wanted to share my first-time report.

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35mg in a dab e rig.

7 beers 2 kratom doses over 5 hours prior.

Meditate for 15 min.

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Put on Brahms to set the pace.

So I inhale the dose.

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Immediately I am transported to a different plane, Before I can even realize where I am, I am in a Rubix cube. It is constantly turning, and every time it turns, I get shoved plane lower and lower and lower. I am being compacted and compacted and there is no escape. I beg for help, for mercy, for escape. There is no answer. I am alone being compacted more and more and more. I yelled, compacted more, I screamed, the rotating compaction increased, I beg, and yet I am compacted. denser and denser it goes. I beg for mercy, for escape. I remember I inhaled something, and hold on to the fact that this is an experience. Yet I get compacted more. After what seemed like 10 seconds, and all of eternity, I realized I had done this to myself and surrendered.

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As soon as I let myself slip into the darkness of the compacting Rubix cube, energy guided me out. I could feel there was someone or something there, but I was not allowed to see them. They guided me to this room of beautiful crystals made of light, energy, me, and nothing all at once. As soon as I started to amaze in it, I exhaled and realized it had been seconds in real-time. This also kicked off a panic as I thought I had not learned anything. As the panic subsided and the beauty set in I remember thinking or projecting, this is what everything is about, this is us. As soon as the thought was projected I was back. I looked around and was back. Feeling I had been pushed back as I was not ready. (maybe for drinking prior?). Then I stood up and was transported again, but this time to a movie-style haunted house. Mold and grime were growing over everything, a painful quiet abounded. I grabbed the back of my chair as I knew it was something grounded in reality and hesitantly opened the door. I heard my puppy wagging her tail, and a light beam focused on her. At the same time the after-effects were wearing off, and reality came clearer. I hugged my puppy and my wife happened to be going to bed and she kissed me along the way (she did not know I had finally pulled the trigger after years of waiting). I was overwhelmed with the sense of love and light, but not visually, light molecularly if that makes sense.

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That was the end, and then I woke my wife up and enamored her with what happened.

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Synopsis:

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I feel like I saw hell. I was stuck in an eternal press of not punishment, but seclusion. The punishment was not fire or brimstone, but solitude and lonliness. Once I gave up, the "energy" guided me out but did not present to me. I also saw the most beautiful lace-like structures of everything and felt compassion from the "energy". They did not seem apologetic, but rather pained that I had to experience what I did.

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No doubt I think this was what most would call a "bad trip", but I have never considered DMT a trip. I have waited 12 years to experience this molecule, and I think I was shown what I needed to be shown,