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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.
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:
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
is an extraordinary hallucinogen that lasts
only a few hundred seconds at the peak of the flash.
It is something which is smoked.
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.
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.
Matter somehow involved with the spirit of language
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-cosmic carnival 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 a dream.
see it clearly,
after a time I think it sticks with you.
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