Not my first rodeo with the psychedelic myself. Started around 2 months ago. I took it, with no idea how I was going to come out of it. Whatever it was, it was quite difficult for me to describe. Whatever i came out of the last 2 months ago, I knew I definitely didn't break through. I said to myself that I'm not going to take it again till i know when i'm ready.

Fast forward to today, bunch of beer.
Talking bout our lives with my family members. Maybe I had to much to drink but all of the sudden it hit me that i'll never know when i'm ready or not. What standards do we base this supposed readiness to take dmt?

So before I take it— i say to myself i should expect near nothing from this trip. That whatever comes defirs human understanding and that I might as well be ready to die. Mind you i was scared out of my fucking mind.

Fast forward the trip is done. All i remember seeing is beauty. That is all I can describe what I saw with. I'd shut my eyes and I would see some beautiful things that i cannot remember or describe.

So after rationalizing all that it is I saw— i saw to myself wow. perhaps DMT isn't scary at all. It has really shown me the beauty of life, but I know i yet again haven't broken through. So i tell myself to hold it in my lungs for a lot more. Yet again. Because i feel i didn't hold it in long enough.

So i do just that, expecting pleasent experiences— the fowl vaped order just corrupts my lungs. I don't know whether i saw horrible shit, or anything for that matter. But before i knew it i was practically throwing up on myself. So much so i required a shirt change.

And that is all i can say. I don't knoe what we base on "breaking through". The only thing people say is that you'll know when it happens.

Then what the fuck just happened to me?