First Contact with the Otherside

This is Di-Methyl-Tryptamine. DMT is produced by your pineal gland every night when you sleep. It is responsible for those dreams that make absolutely no sense whatsoever. DMT changed my life. It is considered one of nature's most potent psychedelics. It is used in the South American brews Ahyuasca and Hoasca. Although found in nature in the root bark of the Mimosa hostilis bush, among others, it is produced by our own bodies, yet our government deems it a Schedule I drug. It is just as illegal as crack or heroin. To be deemed Schedule I a chemical must have the following criteria:
1)The drug or other substance has a high potential for abuse.
2)The drug or other substance has no currently accepted medical use in treatment in the United States.
3)There is a lack of accepted safety for use of the drug or other substance under medical supervision..
Now that you know a little about DMT, I will share with you one of my most positive and life changing experiences.

A few years back a young chemist, and close friend of mine, A-Boy, and his "assistant", Jack Handey, were going to cook up some DMT of their own. Many are the adventures of Jack and A-Boy. They committed several felonious acts. I must make the distinction between their manufacturing and my use. I have never manufactured for the distribution to others a Schedule I substance. They had purchased some mimosa hostilis root bark, a non-polar solvent (xylene), and NaOH (lye). They crushed the root bark, covered it with xylene, and poured some amount of lye to the mix. Jack then took off the top "watery" layer and let the xylene evaporate and he was left with this picture which he uploaded to erowid.org at a later date. **EDIT: This process is not as simple as it sounds. It is a lot more than just mixing up some ingredients inside a jar, shake, and bake. This process took a few weeks of hard work including ingredient gathering, equipment gathering, reviewing of safety procedures, etc. Oh, and please don't try this at home, unless of course it's legal where you live. If that is the case, let me know where you live.**

Having said that, A-Boy carefully measured out 60mg of this substance on scales in his lavatory made clandestine laboratory he had setup at the time. Handed me a pipe with the 60mg of yellowish material and told me, "Go lie on my bed, LIE on the bed, do not attempt this while standing, smoke as much as you possibly can, and don't fight it whatever you do. Also while we weighed out 60mg the scales are +-2mg. Just thought you should know." When A-Boy tells me this while peering over his glasses and giving me his "Payne, I'm not fucking around" look, I take him seriously. I began to melt the yellow shards down and breathed in the fumes. My lungs were filled with the sweetly-acidic yet plastic tasting vapors that burned. It was like the Hydra had blown into my lungs. I tried hard not to cough but I felt as if I had been poisoned. A-Boy caught the pipe as apparently I had stopped physically responding to any stimuli. He later told me I took on a zombie like stare for a few seconds and then fell back onto the bed. Suddenly my ears were filled with sounds no human should have to endure I can only attempt to describe these to you: high pitched screeching sounds, sirens that seem to come and go so quickly it was as if a thousand ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars were all passing eachother in different directions in the bed room. Bells started ringing, and then I heard it, a firecracker. Not one of those shitty bottle rockets that just pops. No sir, this was the grand finale. Again, I want to state that all hallucinations up to this point were auditory in nature, nothing had changed visually and my mental state was simply confused, until the sound of that "firework" going off. Then all sound in the room ceased faster than it had started. You could hear a pin drop. The room was encompassed by a grey light and I was the only being in the room. A-Boy and Jack were gone, but I never saw them leave the room. Jack was leaning in the door way and A-boy was sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed, watching me with anticipation. Where did they go? From the corners of the room a darkness began to grow. This darkness swallowed the room so that there was no longer anything, just dark and then "they" came out. These imp-like creatures began to grow from the corners. I could not see their faces. All I could see was their dark figures, humanoid, but smaller. Occasionally I would get a glimpse of what I thought to be teeth or a smile but their faces had no noticable details. They began speak to me in a language that I could not understand. They were using their hands write some kind of heiroglyphics in the air, like they were trying to teach me something or tell me something. I stared equally amazed and confused. What do they want me to know? This seemed to go on for hours, but I was entranced in watching their movements. Then they started laughing at me; they knew I was clueless. The room came back into perspective slightly as one of the "imps" or "DMT-elves" as we've come to call them came forward. He said in English, "You are too consumed by this physical world. What is important is that it is only one of the many phases in your existence. The molecules in your body are made of the same atoms as the wood in this floor. This physical existence is only very temporary and it is the shortest, most trivial portion of your existence. You worry about it and what others in it think too much. Be a kind person. That is all we can tell you now. You are not ready for the rest." As they had emerged from their corners they went back, as if I was watching everything in reverse, with them any darkness was gone, replaced with grey light, and then I opened my eyes.

A-boy was there in one of his oddly contorted positions. "So Payne, what did you think?" All I could say was, "How long, how long were they here? How long did I talk to them? It felt like hours as they tried to explain to me things I had no way of understanding. How long was it?" He replied, "You were out for 5 minutes and 32 seconds." I thanked him and excused myself from the room. At this point I was completely sober, and felt no after effects other than being ravenously hungry. I went back to my apartment where I ate, ravenously. I believe that the DMT turned on a part of my brain that we don't ordinarily use and allowed me to communicate with beings in another dimension. In any event, I felt better about myself and my situation after and have not felt that I've been in a position in life where I am ready to learn more from them. I'm sure I will one day, but not yet.