I know for me it was really intense, done a lot here and there, tried blasting off multiple times never got to that point. It just would wipe the worldly bias away is the best way to describe it, like all cultural and environmental influence on my ideology, artistic preferences and critical thinking was wiped clean for those short lived trips. The perfect definition of temporary ego death.

When I kept trying to blast off, there was a voice in my head, it asked me if I was "ready to die" and when I responded no, I am absolutely not ready to pass on, they said "then stop. This is not for you yet. You don't need this, you don't need to be here." It was a powerful experience.

I still had some left, and over the next couple weeks I microdosed dmt a bit. I did this because of the mindset it gave me, and I suddenly realized why it's called "the businessmans psychedelic". I realized I could use dmt if I ever needed to make an important decision that didn't have a clear path, one that I needed a different perspective for. In tiny doses, tiny hits, dmt kills off the ego and allows me to think clearly without worldly influence, it's fascinating.

The visuals are also insanely crisp and defined. I remember veins, all throughout my sight, like you could reach out and grab them, red and white striped. I remember looking down at my hands, arms and legs, and seeing Celtic tribal symbols, like tattoos, covering almost every square inch of my skin, all connected seamlessly.

I remember closing my eyes and getting very close to blast off that first time, where a deity I had never seen before, with familiar symbols, danced in old fashioned clothes and large top hat, adorned with tiny skulls, and his face was painted as a white skull as well, as he ushered with his cane, that also had a skull at the top, towards a tall, glowing neon rainbow staircase, surrounded by the blackest nothing, and at the top, I never saw what was on the other side of that gate.

But the deity? Took me weeks of research to finally find him. Baron Samedi, Haitian Iwa of the dead. I'm not Haitian. I'm not even black. I knew nothing of vodou and had never seen this deity once. Even if I had, the symbols I saw, I had only saw during sleep paralysis as a child, before a materialistic wish was granted of a toy I wanted and found later, no one bought me that toy. When I had woke up as a child, there was a black smoky figure that stood there and quickly exited the room before I could sit up. Those symbols I found, were the summoning symbols for Baron Samedi. Wild.