DOSE:		smoked	Cannabis
		smoked	DMT

BODY WEIGHT:

135 lb

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I had been smoking grass for a couple of years. Previously I had a vivid dream-state when I had first started smoking grass. I was semi-conscious and I became a white bird (gull? Dove?) soaring through the sky. It was a beautiful feeling. Another time in the 70s I hallucinated after smoking grass. Things became kind of blurry. Time seemed to go very fast – everything in super speed. Then I felt that I went someplace else. I did not see the real environment anymore. Instead I was in a tropical paradise and saw a large parrot on a swing and tropical foliage, vines, etc. My friend brought me back to the present reality.

My friend got some pre-rolled joints from a friend of his. We started to smoke on the staircase of my friends building. I began to feel strange. It was different from the usual marijuana high. I seemed acutely aware and that something was wrong. The turning of the staircase was accentuated. It began to seem like a spiral. The spiral was winding tighter. This concerned me. I told my friend who asked what I thought would happen. I told him that when the staircase finished winding, it would suddenly unwind and fling me into space. We both began running down the stairs to the street. It was too late. I was flung out into space.

In reality It was night time. I felt that it was difficult to breath and I began hyperventilating. I thought I was dying and wanted to go to the hospital. I came out of my body and went up. I was connected to my body by a cord but was very afraid it would break. I felt that I was holding on to a handle connected to the earth and that as I went up my arm stretched until the earth looked like a globe in the distance. This dissolved and I was on some other plane where large formless entities were aware of me or talking about me. I passed some that were frightening. Others were more benign. (It was like the Bardo planes in the Tibetian Book of the Dead). Then I met a chief entity or it may have been God himself. He asked me if I wanted to return to my body. I really wanted to and told him yes. He stated that my being there was a mistake and that I should returned to my body.

I then sort of “woke up” in my body and I was still hyperventilating with my friend anxiously trying to get me to breath normally. Apparently none of this had happened to him. I cannot remember if we had been sharing the same joint or not but seem to remember that we had been. Back in my body, hyperventilating, I looked at the moon. I fell to my knees. The moon turned into God and he spoke to me. There I was in the street on my knees quietly listening to God. He may have communicated some things to me that I do not remember but what I do remember is that he told me that I was good and that I should not put substances (toxic substances? Bad substances? Poison substances?) into my body and should not go to the places I had before I was ready. I am not sure but I seem to take the prohibition against “substances” as including many things other than drugs. I did not listen because although I stayed away from grass for awhile, it was such a social thing and a tempting experimentation that I continued to use it through the 60s, 70s and even on and off in the early 80s .

Finally my friend and I went upstairs to his house. He left me on a stool in the kitchen while he went and spoke to his parents. I felt that the kitchen was tilting and my stool tiled to compensate. I was very aware of the box shape of the room. Then the walls began to fold down. I had some sense that this was not real and only exaggerated imagination. Now I felt that the room was just a platform floating in space and tilting as it floated. I was frightened that I would slide off into space. The perception of space around the “platform” that was the kitchen was very acute. Even though I had some insight into this being imagination the visual of outer space was very real.

My friend opened the joint I had smoked. It was sprinkled with small orange flecks or dots. A couple of days later when we went to the guy’s house who had given us the joints, he admitted that they may have had DMT in them. He just gave us whatever he had, without checking it and did not give us this on purpose. The DMT experience was very intense. I remember being very tired for a few days after this experience. I was also left with a feeling that I could fly and/or levitate. I later had suicidal feelings (cutting wrists); felt that my energy was not balanced correctly and sometimes had a sense of unreality and was sometimes very anxious. I had previously had a spiritual and philosophical streak. I had read the Tibetan Book of the Dead as well as other similar works and some Freud. I had not meditated yet. That came later. I had used alcohol and knew that I did not like the everyday sober consciousness constantly but needed breaks from it and wanted to go beyond it. I had some unusual experiences as a child which were sometimes “spiritual” or “mystical”.

Since the DMT experience I smoked grass as already mentioned but I also smoked some Hashish. Hashish made me feel good. Grass sometimes irritated my mucous membranes too much and occasionally made me paranoid. I also did not like the “eats” or “hungries” from grass. Hashish seemed more mellow. I did not do any other drugs. I saw a psychiatrist after the DMT experience, mainly because of the suicidal feelings or ideas which just seemed to come into my head; did not seem to come from me and seemed somehow related to my perceived imbalance of energy. It helped to talk to this guy and to take a tranquilizer for a while. Not long after this I went into the military and although it was a little anxiety provoking, I got through basic training ok. I was really worried about going to Viet Nam.

My DMT experience was not beautiful or cute, there were no colors, etc. It was a rather stark; black and white; spiritual; out of body experience. To this day, 48 years later, I still remember the experience rather distinctly and feel that it changed me in some way forever. I don’t know if it was positive or negative. Probably both.

Exp Year: 1964	ExpID: 98423
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 16
Published: Apr 14, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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