DOSE: T+ 0:00	3 g	oral	Syrian Rue	(capsule)
T+ 0:30	125 ug	oral	DMT	(capsule)

BODY WEIGHT:

130 lb

The other day I, as well as one other person, ingested three grams of syrian rue in gel caps followed by 125mg of N,N DMT in a gel cap approximately thirty minutes later. Both participants started out in quiet meditation as the rue kicked in, then began to watch the movie 'The Fountain' to distract themselves as the DMT began to kick in. Before the movie was finished, however, I ended up lying down due to slight feelings of nausea accompanying the onset of the trip. What followed was the most intense trip of my entire life. The following transcript was written on the afterglow of said experience:

'New chapters. New beginnings. God is god. Om.

I was a fetus within the womb. I lived an eternity of eternities. I witnessed my entire life. The good and the bad. The things I was proud of and ashamed of. I was but a speck in the universe. Before the infinite of the cosmos, I was infinitesimally small. And yet, I was also cosmically significant. I was part of something larger, more grand than I could ever describe. It seemed to last forever but before long, I was finally done. After months of agonizing waiting I was reborn. Everything was new again. And I realized everything is energy. Reacting with itself. Flowing, ebbing, making new life.

A point of dmt left me in absolute, mind-shattering awe of the universe. Nothing shall ever compare to the visuals nor, I believe, will I ever have a more spiritual trip in my entire life. I spent hours contemplating the divine in quiet meditation and have emerged a better person because of it. I have confronted my entire life from an even-handed perspective and learned more than I would have ever imagined. Thank god for psychedelics.. Not for the faint of heart. But, if one is prepared for the journey entirely, it is truly one worth taking.

It was so horrible yet so beautiful. A truly bittersweet moment. An infinite cascade of moments. Past, present and future collided with themselves. I was me. I was not me. I once was me. I will be. It was a matter of mastery of conscious and subconscious. It took superhuman composure to pull it all together. I concentrated on breathing exercises to preserve my sanity as I peaked. I almost couldn't handle the beauty of it all.

I muttered my syllable. OM. I repeated the names of everyone I had ever known and examined what they had meant to me. I re-lived my childhood. I thought of love. I thought of fear. I thought of God. I thought of insanity. I think I thought of everything that could possibly be thought of.

Alas, while my trip was fairly positive. My tripping companion was not so lucky.

Once I had finished peaking and started to come down I noticed he was yelling about smoking meth, raping people and killing ourselves. I assured him that none of these were good ideas. I told him his name, that he was on a drug, and that it would all be over soon. To not worry about it and go with the flow.

It was no use.

Neither toys nor music nor movies could calm him down and distract him. I asked him if he wanted to lay down or something but he didn't. He was distraught. Clearly battling his own inner demons. I tried to help every way I could imagine. Giving him advice from my trip. But he just spent hours thrashing on the floor and breaking shit.

This was when I started worrying about someone overhearing and calling the cops. This kid was fucked up super ultra bad, beyond anything I have ever seen. I told him in a calm voice that each trip was different and to float downstream and, no offense, but he should quiet down a bit because otherwise people will hear us and they will call the cops and cops don't take kindly to people convulsing on the floor and talking about how they want to rape people and kill them and smoke highly illegal substances. This seemed to have the opposite effect I had intended. As loudly as he could he started yelling, “LET'S GET ARRESTED!”

I couldn't take it. I told him that suicide was stupid, I would never have sex with him and even if the cops didn't come I would kick his ass if he didn't shut the fuck up.

I left him with a sober friend and got the fuck out to buy cigarettes and talk to someone a little more comforting.

I felt a little bad at first but I realized it was outside my control.

Although, I had come down considerably I was still tripping hard as I walked around and breathed in the crisp evening air. I could see everything as glittering energy. Everything was alive, vibrant and glowing like crystal. My body was a diamond, full of light. I was so full of energy I almost felt like I would burst. Music was amazing as was dancing. Every sense was enhanced. Touching, tasting, hearing, smelling, seeing was like a brand new experience.

Overall, the trip lasted about nine hours. The first five were spent in near catatonia, what I believe now to have been ego death. The other four have been spent in rebirth. This rebirth experience began after the peak had tapered off.

This was by far the most intense and amazing psychedelic experience I have ever had. Shrooms, acid, mescaline and ecstasy cannot compare. DMT truly is everything they say and more.

Ayahuasca seems a harsh mistress but she always teaches the right lessons. If only all people could learn to listen...

Despite my friend's poor reaction I would still consider the experiment to be a success. I was a bit concerned about dosage due to the lack of information online regarding pharmahuasca but, for me at least, this dosage was absolutely perfect.'

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 77535
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Nov 11, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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