Koko Ricky

Last night, I ingested a DMT pill with about 400 mg of 60% or so purity, and had an experience similar to what Shamans do with natives in certain South American tribes. I went to my parents' and gave them full disclosure. I laid down in the guest room (which was actually my old room) and began to get really nauseated. My breathing became labored for possibly nearly an hour and the feelings of dying set in. At one point I curled up in the fetal position by the toilet, realized the vomit wasn't coming any time soon, and staggered back to bed.

It was by this point the visions set in as I closed my eyes in the darkness of the room. Giger-esque snaking tendrils. Astronauts melting in the void, being smothered by a cosmic force. Me, in the third person, being swallowed by a vaginal flower calling me back to the cosmic womb. Tentacles sprouting from a floating box. Massive, orgiastic, technological organic geometry constantly changing shape. Endless collections of organic pixels constantly rearranging themselves. Sometimes the shapes would remain when I opened my eyes.

My labored breathing (which is purely in the mind, not an actual physiological problem) got to where I needed to call my shaman/spiritual guide, which I did. He remained very calm and guided me through it. My awareness slowly slipped in and out. I had several intense deja-vu like moments where intense rings of aura would sprout from my third eye. These were followed by indescribable physical sensations. There were times my awareness became so dim that I was unable to comprehend even basic concepts of reality.

H. R. Giger's work is a very good way to describe what was going on, visually. Not that I saw evil beings or mechanical genitals; it's more like, his general style, the patterns and snaking biomechanics, is very, very close to what was going on. I became so weak that I could do little more than speak to my guide. The weakness was overpowering. Sometimes I would shiver with intensity as if I had lost my body heat.

I puked about half-way through, and felt so good. Another wave of visions rushed over me. It was too much. The amount of visual information I was receiving was like the difference between an 8-bit game (a normal dream) and a modern PC game (the DMT sequences). There was a lot of Mayan imagery. When I started coming down, I talked to my parents about what I had experienced. I was still tripping at this point and they seemed very amused by what was going on, though mildly concerned. I sat down and I tried to watch a Doom 64 video for a moment, just for kicks, and was astounded by how focused I was on the information of the geometry of the game. I then relaxed the remainder of the night.