All this talk of dmt has me want to make some!
Although if someone could clear something up. All the dmt I've experienced has been orange/reddish in color. Only 5meoDMT has been white. Is that what's being talked about here?
As for that extraction, is the naptha the paint thinner variety or something more refined?
My first breakthough experience had me initially feel this sudden acceleration. Then I became a mini-me sitting in a particular position (which was highly important at the time) and turning in a particular way that allowed me to enter hyperspace - much like slipping behind a curtain.
This mini-me became the size of the flame vaporizing the dmt and then slipped down into the bowl which became a tunnel much like in the matrix movies. This was before the Matrix came out. Next I was sitting in a dark space with a spotlight upon myself but now I was dressed like a clown with the primary colors of red, blue, yellow. Then I exploded in millions of pieces of multicolored glass confetti falling like a warm summer shower.
Upon reentry as I was lying down I saw a river flowing above me with bubbles of images. Each image was a memory of my life. I could focus upon an image and then I would be reliving it in its entirety but with only the positive emotions associated with it. I was/am a blend of two beings; an ego with desires and inner being rooted in the divine. I could be immersed in an experience yet simultaneously experience a detached third person pov.
It was deeply moving and I felt bathed in LOVE.
My sitters had a different experience. They saw me toke the pipe, freeze for a moment then pounce up starting to walk. They grabbed me to keep me from walking which turned into a wrestling match with a moment of me holding my face up to the sky with prostrate hands chanting loudly. They said that I was unusually strong and it took two of them to restrain me. Once they got me to the ground/futon my consciousness came back to this reality and started to describe the river of my life I witnessed in the other.
I have no memory of what they witnessed, only the profound feeling of being cleansed of fear, bathed in LOVE by witnessing the river of my life.
Since then I've learned that 'eating one's life' is a ritual practice.