Here's one user's dmt experience with a shaman in the Mexican
jungle.
Mexican Jungle with a Shaman
"After years of research and listening to the occasional DMT experiences, I found my opportunity while visiting Mexico with some friends. A perfect opportunity. They live here and know what’s up. They take me to a medicine man in the jungle of Mexico surrounded by private cenotes. I don’t speak any Spanish, I’m told he travels and is a known healer. Supposedly there are monkeys and jaguars on this property. I see no sign of them. He shows us the product, it’s orange overall and he explains it contains two forms of DMT. As well as Serotonin, Testosterone and 5 meo inhibitor.
Here are some general pictures, he did not want the ceremony recorded.
My first trip in the jungle...
We begin our trek into the jungle following our guide. We come to a giant teepee, and the fire is prepared. We discuss little about the experience itself really. I think it’s because the journey doesn’t need to be pre-influenced. There are words and theories of deep and wide love, dimensional levels, and forgiveness. Forgiveness of self and more, on through to your ancestors. My science head tries to embrace this, but I end up thinking about DNA markings from Chernobyl on everyone and perhaps through stress hormones, imprints on dna from past tragedies carry through the chromosomes. Maybe we do need to seek deeper than just our immediate lives? He asks for permissions from the spirits. We are each there for our own reason, mine was to learn and explore.
The fire goes on and chars the mimosa tree wood. Some is collected in a pot and we begin to hold a part of the ceremony as the smoke wafts around us. We enter the tent and he speaks the ceremonial words he has and then some. Beautiful ideas. The calming safe word, should anyone need it, is a soft sing song chant of “amore”. He ends by explaining the real ceremony begins tomorrow, with what we learn, decide to do and take with us from the experience. We stand to begin.
A small horn is produced. It’s loaded with pure tobacco powder from Peru. Each nostril, after exhale, receives a harsh puff right up in there! It’s instant bite to the back of the head and it burns something crazy, but it’s manageable. My eyes are tearing. It’s used for cleansing. One of my amigos confessed a weakness and desire to be rid of the noise candy habit. I believe this part was added for him and probably not a standard part of the experience. With the smoke from the mimosa wood we burned, we are purified in ceremony and chant. He has a few instruments. We then sit and assume our comfortable places inside the teepee we had prepared for the journey.
I have 3 friends with me. One is not participating. The other two, experienced, are. I’m last in line and this is my first time. More excited than nervous, I was approaching this knowing I was going to learn something important. I take my first, slow, long drag from the pipe. Once I’m full I hold it. Waiting a few seconds, I take it in deeper. Each breath I go deeper and the sudden trip takes me back further and further along with my breaths. Fast reverse movements with each breath, maybe inward? Maybe there is no reverse at all? I’m not there yet, but I’m analyzing.... Things begin to move quickly, like the best lsd you’ve ever had, waving and pulsing then becoming more geometric, rich in rotating fractals. That was 10% of the trip power, maybe... I exhale and realize just as quickly that I’m suddenly far beyond any trip I’ve known. With the next hit, I’m off. Hard.
During my moments in normal reality, after hit 2, one of the friends helps me take another. Somehow I manage to pull a ****ing huge load and hold it. Eventually I exhale the longest pull of any smoke I’ve ever taken and it expels from my body like a factory vent shaft. The amount surprises me. Maybe I’m expelling more than smoke? It feels good to expel. That sends me off to the dimensional place I’ve wanted to know existed all my life. Never able to achieve a fraction of this with other compounds, not by a damn bit! And this compound is created by our own brains! Amazing. This isn’t the same reality or space I’m in normally.
The shaman is working the music and chants hard. I hear him, I know he’s there, right in front of me. But he’s not in my world. I do not see him. It wasn’t leaving my body and exploring the outward cosmos like I thought I might. This is unreal. Unexplainable... but I’ll try. It was mere hours ago. My processing has hardly begun as I write this.
The first thing I see is everything go geometric, so hard core it filled reality in all geometry. Or rather geometry fills all of reality, for sure. The colors, the vibrations and frequencies. I can see them. It’s the energy dance of life. The interplay of everything we don’t see in the normal spectrums. I guess it can be described as a living kaleidoscope of energies that are always there, and now I see them for the first time with my eyes wide open. There was such intensity to the visuals, they flow and pulse around everything constantly, with intense vivid life on the highest cycle you’ve never imagined, layer upon layer of them. You’ve never seen this depicted in a painting or any Hollywood CGI. And you never will. WHAM! I’m back sitting in the teepee.
Cognitive recognition of this reality fleets away. WHOOSH! I’m gone. This happens half a dozens times. In and out of communion with the 3D physical reality of our existence. Each time I’m brought back by a distant voice I recognized as my own, “I’m going to puke”. I’m in my body mere seconds each time as I calm myself, breath...
I’m off again. There is now the most PURE light being, of human form, that’s not human, but is. He’s brilliant and pure... perfect. His structure was peculiar but perfect. Strong and masculine, like what Promethium should of been. No hair, and white “skin” of light. A bald perfectly structured male light being... His radiance is unreal and his auras amazing. The auras flow and change pulsing from him, he does not change. His brilliance is pure.
No fear, there’s nothing malicious here but still it’s a little freaky. I hear myself, “I’m going to puke,” WHAM. I’m back. I settle the stomach. “No” I whisper. SHEW, I’m there again and so is he.
I begin to worry as to why I’m not receiving any communication from him. No words, no thoughts received. No acknowledgment even. I must be doing something wrong. The only time I panic was with this thought. I’m here finally, and I’m not going to understand it or take anything back with me! He’s just sitting there in meditation, WTF? I fight this a few times along the way. This piece kept me somewhat trapped to a small piece of reality, a small voice that was ALL that was left of me. A literal marble sized lump of my former consciousness in the top right of my brain. It’s where I heard my voice coming from. I desperately want to experience total separation from it. I can’t. The thought of not being able to do just that is all that begins to worry me. Never once had I a thought that a total rendering away was a scary proposition. I wanted it.
I’m going to puke. “No.” I’m gone. I’m back, I’m gone, those are my hands on either side of a foodless phlegm filled retching just outside the teepee. The medicine man encourages the purging. The drums are banging, I feel the beat resonate throughout me. I remember something my friend said about using your heart and love to reach to the core of the earth and connect. I’m now grounded.
Damn I feel good, cleansed even. I feel the beat of the drums in my chest. I jump up and move with the music in the teepee celebrating whatever that release was from me, there was a purging. I feel light and free, cleansed. I scream in illation, excited. My friend smile at me knowing it’s all good as I act the fool jumping around the teepee. It’s wearing off now, quickly. We slow the roll and come down, it’s an easy come down.
I head to a cenote 30 yards behind the teepee, alone, and dive into the pool of perfectly clear water. There’s hundreds of fish 1-4 inches long. Swimming in the mouth of a cave filled from the underground fresh water rivers is a bit creepy and totally refreshing. I cleanse myself for round 2 and head back up. Holy ****, I can’t comprehend what I just got to experience.
We go even harder on round 2, later Earth! I focus inward and out trying to figure out where I am and where I’m supposed to go. There are moments I can recognize the environment my body is in, mostly I’m caught up in the crazy details of things. I close my eyes and try different approaches to navigating and making sense of the best course of intent. I look around the teepee, my friends appear as they look in normal space, but with radiant auras. Not some frilly cloud-ish glowing hue, but 3-4 levels of well defined energy layers in constant play.
The medicine man is working hard, I feel a deep sense of appreciation for him. Instrumentals and chants are happening. I can’t see him, my eyes are closed but I still feel like I’m in another plane entirely.
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to go inward or outward. I want to explore and I go “beyond” deeper. I’m afraid that I’m not receiving direction and that I’m not going to learn anything and take it away with me. I settle myself and ask inwardly.
Laying back, my head half in and out of the teepee I focus on following the fractals in the jungle canopy. I realize in confusion I’m propelling my self outward but diving smaller and smaller into the geometry. It’s inward recessions with forward propelling? The forward part made me think I was projecting out. I was really projecting in, smaller and smaller. I spend too much time dicking around this trying to frame it with my normal senses. There’s something inside of the fractals. Closer... geometry. Way closer still, I’ll be damned! There’s numbers and some symbols that should be numbers inside it. I take it all as math, a universal language. I can’t go past that, for me there is no smaller left to go, at least this time. I wish I studied them better. There’s just so much happening...
I’ve been a student of electricity and frequency but realize that this math inside the geometry is part of the core. It’s not all just frequency and fractals. The math inside the geometry is something key. I’m back, but still feeling good. I lay down on my stomach. Our guide cracks my entire spine and I relax like I haven’t in years. We slowly pull out of it and sit around the fire and process and discuss our experiences a bit, it’s really hard to do. Writing it down helps.
Almost two weeks later, I now sit here finishing this tale and want to add a couple important reflections. I know without a doubt there is knowledge to be had within these experiences. Like real knowledge. And two, the light being I saw... I was looking at myself. And damn, I’m ****ing beautiful yo! There was no response because I wasn’t responding. I can’t wait to return to see what I learn next, now that some of the confusion can be processed through more quickly.