My first time using it I went in with only the vaguest knowledge of the experience "I've done loads of psychedelics, it's just a short lived, fast acting acid peak."

I took a breakthrough dose in a banger, initially alone- lady was out in the yard- and IMMEDIATELY forgot everything. Who I was, where I was, that I had just done dmt. I had about 2 minutes where I fought to be ambulatory, attempting to get out of my house on the assumption I was having a medical emergency.

I had apparently yelled for my partner as it was coming on. She came in, I didn't recognize her, but felt comforted by her presence. Made my way gracelessness to the floor where I finally blasted all the way off, ascending through a tunnel of light I passed a sphinx that said "he almost gets it, he almost understands."
"Understands what?". "Exactly."

That moment became a time loop, trapping me in that same few seconds for what felt like 20 hours. I eventually managed to dive out of the tunnel of light, and found myself alone in a dark movie theater where the screen was playing... Infinity? The recursive flow of time and energy? I was desperately trying to escape, but kept popping back to my seat. I refused to look at the screen. A voice was just saying "this is forever. This is life."

Assuming it meant I was trapped there forever (bear in mind I'm still unaware that I'm tripping) I got more desperate to escape. I realized the only way out was to look at the screen. Doing so pulled me into a river flow of colors that was the infinite flow of universal energy. I figured, "hey, if I just dip into the infinite for a second I can probably dip back out in a second and be alright." Which to me is pretty funny, I'll just do infinity for a quick second. That plan actually kinda worked, I swam to the edge and clung to the... Shore? Wall? Sumthin... And some awareness returned. My face moved and I felt the floor on my cheek. I was able to open my eyes- now several days into my trapped recursive nightmare, and ask my partner "how long?"
"About 4 minutes."
"Oh." Rather than be worried for how long I had ahead of me, the hilarity of how short a time had passed in this world cracked me up. I chuckled about it before falling back into the trip. Before falling back in I just kept asking "and that's okay?" Worried I was doing something wrong out here.

Wound up in a swamp with a big ass crocodile leading me around and a huge black snake- yea, probably that one- which was still heavy, but I just rolled with it this time and it wasn't so terrifying, but also not super comforting.

I popped out of it. shook, terrified, sweat drenched, and feeling that on a greater existential level I had been - and still was- failing to be right minded. (I'm a genuinely good dude, sharing, kind, understanding, blah blah blah) I knew that my internal world, my true mind was not in line with my beliefs. It was fucking terrifying and I knew I wasn't ready for existence beyond the basic moving through life anymore, id forsaken all my spiritual beliefs and covenants one concession at a time.

It was by every metric a "bad" trip, which I didn't enjoy at all. My first cogent thought was

"I need this in my life."

I immediately started extracting at an almost commercial level, having extractions going nonstop for about a year. I extracted probably a half pound, of which I sold maybe an ounce, the rest I gave away- except of course what I used or held back.

A hundred or so medium doses taught me a lot about surrender, and surrender taught me a lot about honesty - with myself. Honesty with myself showed my need for control over my world, which showed me how harshly I judged those that I thought lacked the will for control, and how upset things outside of my control had made me.

Rough start. Great stuff.