More on DMT
So, I figure I should write something a little more comprehensive about my experience last night.
I’ve been interested in psychedelic drugs since I was a teenager. I’ve tried a few. While I’m happy to get fucked-up on codeine, tripping has never been about that for me. I’ve tried a few different psychedelics, but it’s been an occasional thing, definitely not something I do on a regular basis.
I may be a drug abuser, but I know my drugs, and the risks involved in using them. This is particularly relevant with regards to ayahuasca because there’s some reasonably serious risks associated with it. DMT is not orally active because an enzyme in the liver metabolises it before it can get to work on the brain. That enzyme is monoamine-oxidase. There’s a class of drugs that inhibit it – the monoamine-oxidase inhibitors. These were the original anti-depressants. They’re not used much these days because you have to be careful of what you eat while taking them. Eat the wrong thing and you can end in a hypertensive crisis. Take an SSRI at the same time as an MAOI and you can end up with serotonin syndrome. These are potentially fatal conditions. I’ve made sure not to eat anything that might cause problems.
The MAOI that’s usually used to make DMT orally active is a plant-derived chemical called harmaline. Traditionally, the plant that’s used for this is a jungle vine called Banisteriopsis Caapi. It’s also found in the seeds of a plant called Syrian Rue, which is what I used. It’s possible to eat the ground up seeds, but it’s not pleasant. A while back, I’d done a rough extraction, so I had this ready.
The material that I used for the DMT was from the rootbark of a plant called Jurema, which is a type of mimosa. I’d bought this ages ago, at the same time that I bought the syrian rue that I’d turned into harmaline. I’d intended to use it at the time, but not long after, I went crazy and it ended up sitting in a box for the last year and a bit.
DMT is a powerful psychedelic chemical. It’s found all over the place in nature and has a long history of use in various cultures. It’s a class A drug, but the plants that contain it fall into something of a legal grey area. Last night it completely kicked my ass.
I’ve tripped before. Nothing prepared me for last night’s experience. I’m only able to remember bits and pieces, but the visuals were far greater and far clearer than with any substance I’ve used before. It was like being able to see fifteen different dimensions at once, ow the world fit into a shimmering crystalline lattice. This was towards the beginning of the trip. After a certain point it didn’t make any difference whether I had my eyes open or closed. It was completely and absolutely overwhelming. Half the time there wasn’t even a me to be overwhelmed.
I’m not one of those people who believe that you can divine great truths from psychedelic experiences. But to some extent psychedelics do enable people to explore their own minds. Last night was like having my mind ripped apart and put back together again. Physically I was laid down on my sofa. Mentally, I was everywhere and nowhere. At the same time. Like I said before, it’s going to take some time to integrate the memories into my everyday mind.
That kind of trip is definitely not something I’d want to do on a regular basis. And it might not be the smartest thing for someone who has a mental illness to do at all. But now I’ve got over my initial confusion, I feel pretty damn good. For the first time in a while I feel hopeful.