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Since DMT takes effect almost
immediately,
users normally lie down or sit in a reclining position prior to taking a hit.
One will neither be able to stand up, or have the ability to recognize their
surroundings if they get a good hit.
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and
5-Methoxy-Dimethyltryptamine are naturally occurring
psychedelics
found
in a variety of plants around the world, several of which are native to
the Amazon region. These alkaloids, which are usually found together in
the plants, are also found in the human brain as neurotransmitters,
as well as our blood, urine, and spinal fluid. DMT is produced in the human
pineal gland which is correlated to the "
Third
eye" or Ajna
Chakra
in
the Indian spiritual system. Meditative states attained by yogis who concentrate
on the 3rd eye may be the result of increased DMT levels. 5-MeO-DMT is
produced in heavy concentration in the glands of some toads, such as
Bufo
Alvarius.
Some people actually make a practice of squeezing out this venom, then
drying and smoking it to get high.
N,N-DMT and 5-MeO-DMT are also manufactured synthetically, as separate compounds, and sold on the underground market and although it's quite rare in the psychedelic underground, synthetic DMT is used much more often than DMT from natural sources.
I first experimented with DMT in 1965; it was even then a compound rarely met with. It is surprising how few people are familiar with it, for we live in a society that is absolutely obsessed with every kind of sensation imaginable and that adores every therapy, every intoxication, every sexual configuration, and all forms of media overload. Yet, however much we may be hedonists or pursuers of the bizarre, we find DMT to be too much. It is, as they say in Spanish, bastante, it's enough -- so much enough that it's too much.
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Once smoked, the onset of
the experience begins in about fifteen seconds. One falls immediately into
a
trance.
One's eyes are closed and one hears a sound like ripping cellophane, like
someone crumpling up plastic film and throwing it away. A friend of mine
suggests this is our radio entelechy ripping out of the organic
matrix.
An ascending tone is heard. Also present is the normal
hallucinogenic
modality,
a shifting geometric surface of migrating and changing colored forms. At
the synaptic site of activity, all available bond sites are being occupied,
and one experiences the mode shift occurring over a period of about thirty
seconds. At that point one arrives in a place that defies description,
a space that has a feeling of being underground, or somehow insulated and
domed. In
Joyce's
_Finnegans Wake_ such a place is called the "merry go raum,"
from the Germanword raum, for "space." The room is actually going around,
and in that space one feels like a child, though one has come out somewhere
in eternity.
-Terence McKenna - _Tryptamine Hallucinogens And Consciousness_
There is only one DMT, although it has several names:
N,N-diemethyltryptamine
Nigerine
deoxybufotenine
3-(2-dimethylamino-ethyl)-indole
and N,N-Dimethyl-1H-indole-3-ethanamine.
It's all the same stuff.
5-Me-O DMT or 5-hydroxy-indolethylamine
is another hallucinogen, with different effects, found in the skin of a
species of toad (
Bufo
alvarius). It is not to be confused with Bufotenine, a more common toxin,
which is also found in the skin of the Bufo alvarius as well as many other
animals.
It's interesting to note that DMT, which is found in many plants, has little effect when eaten by humans, but can kill many herbivores. For example, eating canary grass will kill a sheep, but eating it won't kill humans (who don't graze grass in the first place).
"...it has to do with
shamanism
that is based on the use of DMT in plants. DMT is a neurotransmitter that,
when ingested and allowed to come to rest in unusually large amounts in the
synapses of the brain, allows one to see sound, so that one can use the voice
to produce not musical compositions, but pictorial and visual compositions.
This, to my mind, indicates that we're on the cusp of some kind of
evolutionary
transition in the
language-forming
area, so that we are going to go from a language that is heard to a language
that is seen, through a shift in interior processing. The language will
still be made of sound, but it will be
processed
as the carrier of the visual
impression.
This is actually being done by shamans in the Amazon. The songs they sing
sound as they do in order to look a certain way. They are not musical
compositions as we're used to thinking of them. They are pictorial art
that is caused by audio signals."
-
Terence
McKenna -
_Archaic
Revival_
604
track _Divine
Moments
Of
Truth_
MP3
by
Shpongle
off of _Are You Shpongled?_ CD on
Twisted
(1998)
Dream
Matrix
Telemetry
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D.M.T.
is an extraordinary hallucinogen that lasts
only a few
hundred seconds at the peak of the flash.
It is something
which is smoked.
Something
waxy.
Orange.
Smelling
of camphor.
You vapourise
it in a small glass pipe.
Something
which is smoked.
Behind closed
eyelids (reference
Shpongle)
, a kind of hallucination forms.
A chrysanthemum
- a swirling floral pattern.
Overlayed
patterns of colours.
You watch
the chrysanthemum
and if you've
taken enough D.M.T.,
after about
fifteen seconds,
you are
physically propelled through it.
Into a kind
of tunnel-like space.
You seem
to be catapulting forward
through
some kind of labyrinth-like,
tubular,
unfolding, coloured, fluctuating space.
And
after a few secnds of this, it is as though you arrive.
The trip
stabilises itself around you.
At that
point you are in a kind of domed,
indirectly
lit, comfortable, underground space.
But, what
is astonishing about this space,
is that
it is inhabited, it is crowded.
Jewelled,
self-dribbling
basketballs
that bound forward.
Chirping
fractal
denizens of the unconscious.
They surround
you, singing in a visible
language
and they
use that language to produce objects.
Sculptured,
jewelled machines.
Things made
of precious stones and metal.
Agate, Topaz,
Chalcedony.
All kinds
of precious materials.
But not
stable.
Morphing.
Transforming
themselves.
Matter somehow
involved with the spirit of language
and
imagination.
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And
these elf-like, gnome-like artisans crowd forward,
each offering
their own creation for your inspection.
Follow these
entities,
these hyper-objectified
linguistic objects.
It's terribly
important that you learn to do this.
They are
the initiators of the human species into a new
ontos of
language, where meaning is beheld.
Use your
voice.
It lasts
a few hundred seconds.
Meaning
is beheld.
The presence
of these entities on the otherside
of this
pharmacological energy barrier raises a
number of
questions.
Are they
true beings?
True
Aliens
from another star system,
gently approaching
us?
Are they true
Aliens?
Hiding behind
the mask on an intoxication?
Perfect
interfacing
of
dimensions?
I prefer
to think, however, that we are encountering on
ecology
of souls.
Shaman, I am.
Shaman, I am.
D.M.T. is all of these things.
It is like a hyper-cosmiccarnival in your mind.
The boy in the bottle, the goat-faced girl.
I somehow shattered the membrane
between myself and ordinary space.
I carried the trip into the room with me.
Very rapid transmission of data.
It only lasts a few hundred seconds
You awaken from adream.
I can
see it clearly,
after a
time
I think it sticks with you.
The details.
Some quality
of seeing and understanding.
A dimension
has been added to ordinary
perception.
And you
will have the complete experience in the dream.
It's in
the body.
You can
do this on the natch, it is not far away.
Outrageous
possibilities lie immediately to hand
and are
virtually
only a toke away.
- Terence McKenna and
Zuvuya
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