DOSE:	160 mg	oral	Ketamine
	repeated	vaporized	DMT	(freebase)

BODY WEIGHT:

60 kg

At 9:30 PM, I ingested 160mg of ketamine orally, split into two capsules of 100mg and 60mg. Since I took it on a full stomach, I increased the typical 100mg dose. If you take ketamine orally, you should drink a lot of water. You need to urinate as much as possible and ensure it is as clear as possible. This helps reduce the risk of ketamine damaging your bladder. I do not recommend taking ketamine in excess. It is a friend I visit occasionally and respect. It will show you your potential.

This night was special. I am at a junction in my life where I need to start making my own money independently as a creative. A bit of background about me: I am an artist, designer, and musician. For most of my life, I felt bad even saying this. I felt like I did not deserve to be compensated for my passions, talents, and craft.

If you feel you are creative in any field, and you hear the calling, be aware that EVERYONE is going to put you down. In this system, people keep themselves in check. Nobody is supposed to transcend to their highest potential, or else nobody makes big bucks for that hedge fund fat cat at the top. It's simple dumb capitalism 101.

With this context, you might understand what this trip entailed: Walking down the city I have lived in my whole life, I listened to some music I had finished producing. Some heavy DMT-inspired stuff. I felt like a floating detached non-human entity, not concerned with human concerns.

Passing through a park at night, a girl/young woman sat on the swingset as I entered the dark empty park. It felt like I was supposed to talk to her, but I saw the potential outcomes based on my sense of the people living in this town. My instinct told me to avoid this situation. In general, the more you admit that you can't function while high, the better.

I arrived at a small forest patch near a long street with middle-class houses. I walked down the forest path, looking through the patchy wall of trees at those houses. The path felt ancient and wise. All cultural context felt put on. This path must be ancient—that was my head trip. Sensing that only molecules, their structure, and the physicality is truly all there is, I realized this is the base for all culture. A culture that ruins this beauty, if you ask me.

But on ketamine, I understood that humans and their tasteless bullshit can't do anything against the ever-flowing stars, the trees growing, and the moon. I had my e-mesh loaded with 50mg of self-extracted quality DMT [freebase]. After refining this e-mesh rig, it became the safest DMT vaping device ever. Press the button, inhale, see the most beautiful art you can't conceptualize. It became that easy.

The most trippy track was playing on my earbuds. I looked at the moon and leaves. I had a strong sense of letting go of my ego and reservation. A stark "fuck it all" rang in my mind. I was totally suicidal for once in my life. I did not care if someone saw me or I died because of the DMT. A truly beautiful and liberating moment.

I thank Krishna. I was alone in the dark. I took out the e-mesh with a long tube for extra cool vapor, set to 18W. I pressed the button for about 3 seconds. I barely tasted anything, but I knew it was thick, clean, vaporized DMT entering my lungs. I kept sipping - press, sip, press, sip. Hold. Vision turned crystalline. The trees became de-randomized.

The scene: A moon framed by the most beautiful square-leafed trees. At that moment, I realized I just took at least 30-40mg while standing. Slowly, I knelt like a worshipper of the moon. I looked at the moon - it turned into a chromatic aberration with a hint of a face.

I can't emphasize enough how color interacts with your soul. Color is truly a gift from the gods. The intensity and perfection of these colors. The moon giving color to everything. The sky a cartoonish blue. How can we miss these colors in our day-to-day lives? It is so sad that I miss so much infinite beauty. But not anymore. I understand now.

I turned around; the path was now a long, alien artifact corridor. It became 50% larger. The floor had intricate, abstract patterns "written" on them. Imagine a motherboard with microchips, but replace all conventional chip and transistor designs with something like an insect's biology mixed with forest detritus. The floor's surface was the most beautiful artwork I have ever seen. It felt like a genuine non-human culture.

I kept walking. Everything was repeating. The corridor felt like something from the game Scorn or H.R. Giger's works. I was afraid to open my eyes, seeing DMT as a closed-eye sacrament. But DMT is also here to show us how alien our day-to-day can be.

I arrived at the traffic light. The little walking figure now looked like a towering red, then green monument. Proportions of size were derailed. Looking at stop signs, gas station signs, traffic signs—these everyday objects now showed their true alien colors and character. I saw through the strangeness of the stop sign's hexagon red.

Walking home, I realized how extremely violent and disrespectful to human gentleness this system truly is. We force children to function under pressure, pushing them into a crowd of psychos with no regard, style or sense of safety. Just go and get mind-raped by random sick people somewhere. Learn to do someone else's bidding. Don't question anything. Make the money. Do transactions. Forget anything else. That is all there is. You are here to die under an ugly tombstone, probably made of stone taken from some zone where animals had a home but no more.

Our society is pure violence with zero care for anything but pushing the ego forward to hyper-corporatist douchebaggery. Thank god I am a vegan. Thank god the universe gave me the gift of being closer to god, closer to anti-violence, closer to self-love and respecting my value. If you stop your indoctrinated, internalized violence, that alone will make you roll so much better with the gods.

Thank god for ketamine and DMT, reminding me that we all have the power to be secure on two feet, moving forward, and knowing what is right, not letting sick system ghouls make you feel bad about it. We, the anti-violence front, are here to stay and will prevail and heal this sickness.

Back home, I sat on a stool, looking at my creative setup. I sipped the remaining DMT freebase in my e-mesh. Knowing the dose might be smaller, I tried focusing on the effect. On ketamine, it seems one can intensify the effect even at lower doses. I could focus on an object, and it would distort and morph hard.

DMT feels so natural to me, like no other drug. We need to respect this sacrament. But also, we must not fear it. Face it with love, attention, and fearlessness. That is how it wants to be treated. If you approach it with society's shaky legs, that's what causes bad trips. DMT wants you to be free of BS.

[Ketamine or MDMA] enrich and even prolong the DMT flash immensely. Without the mental preparation these "primers" give, DMT is too much. One can't just go from 0 to 100. One needs to love the 100 first. Truly fearlessly embrace DMT. MDMA loves DMT; ketamine has sex with it. These three are made for each other. But take care with dosage, set, and setting.

There is nothing to feel bad or ashamed about. These realms and experiences are a birthright for any creature in this universe. Our system is sick, violent, and criminal, and so it does not let these realities be. Fuck the system. Peace to you, fellow creature.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 118746
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 33
Published: Apr 13, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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