DMT, Skydiving, Cannabis: Hovering a Thousand Feet Over the Land

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[Erowid Warning: All psychoactive use carries some risk, however the actions described in this report are exceedingly reckless. We have chosen to publish this report, but its inclusion is not intended to imply that it is anything but dangerous.]

'HOLY SHIT!' is all I have been thinking for the past week. I finally made my 2.25 grams of crystalline Dimethyl Tryptamine from 2 pounds of Mimosa Hostilis rootbark. I’ve already tried DMT recently a few times with exceptional experiences but nothing can ever sum up to what happened this past weekend.

I’ve been an avid skydiver out of my friend’s own private high-altitude propellor plane for some time now, about a year and a half. I’ve constantly been searching for the 'truth about everything' with the use of LSD, Shrooms, and Ecstacy for the past year. I felt it was about time I made a humongous leap forward into my discoveries. I made the decision to attempt the world's first act of tripping DMT while in a high-altitude freefall, at least that I know of. The qualifications for this type of an experiment has to be exceptional safety and perfect timing. Prior to jumping, with complete gear on (including parachute and reserve), I planned to inhale one complete rip from my bong aboard the plane and then immediately proceed out into the abyss of the sky where I will exhale hopefully after I pull the line. Nothing in this world, however, could prepare me for what would really happen.

Jumping out of an airplane at 35,000 feet while holding your breath is already difficult enough. But to do it while the world's most potent psychoactive begins to flourishly react with my consciousness is a completely different story. My friend, well call him FRIEND, is the only person other that knows this experiment will take place. Goals of this experiment are:

1) NO DYING
2) PULL CORD BEFORE EXHALING DMT
3) The most ultimate and godlike experience anyone on this planet could ever experience while faced with complete danger to succeed into the next level of ultimate enlightenment.

You think I’m crazy? Well, yeah, this is proof. lol.

This past Saturday, after a two-day fast, at 10 o'clock in the morning I wake up with the necessary mindset to accomplish a remarkable feat. Speaking with others was off limits, only complete focus on the objective. Noon and I’m at the dusted airstrip taking off with FRIEND. We take one trial run where I take a hit of weed from the bong, jump off the plane, pull the shoot, and exhale. I immediately became worried when flight was achieved without being able to hold my breath easily. I knew it would be harder with plastic-tasting DMT. I decided another trial was in order. Once down, I grab another parachute and head back to the airstrip where FRIEND is refueling. Oddly enough, the second trial commenced at 4:20 pm and the jump went smoothly. Slightly stoned and floating down to the ground, a smile couldn’t help but overtake my face as I realized the next time is THE time.

7:00 pm and the sun is getting close to the horizon. A few minutes are left until 35,000 feet is obtained and then only half an hour max before its too dark. This was crunch time, and I knew it. I could hardly bare the anticipation. My hands shook incredibly fast and my heartbeat was skyrocketing. I began to have second thoughts and if this didn’t work, I could kill myself. I quickly realized that all of the intellect and wisdom obtained from my previous psychedelic experiences were shouting out at me that anything is possible if I just believe. I began to meditate in the plane in a state that almost seemed to be an LSD flashback. I knew my body was pumping fear but my brain was combatting it with faith. I knew this would be the defining point of my pre-adulthood if I succeed and I knew that I could survive. Thinking of conquering this unworldly feat began to enstill a sympathy in myself towards myself. I felt as though I didn’t need to do this to define my life, but at the same time I knew I needed to in order to advance in my stages of enlightenment. All of a sudden once everything seemed to be good to go, and ready to fly, the cockpit hatch opened up and FREIND yelled out to me, 'You ready to fuckin FLY?!?' I responded only with a smile and began to place the bong to my mouth.

This time, my bowl was filled with DMT. I cornered myself away from the wind, slowed down my breathing, lit the lighter, placed it to the bowl and began to inhale. Immediately I was astonished by how I could stand the taste this time. Almost as if the DMT was rooting for me as well. After a deep, deep rip, I shut my eyes, focused on the mission, placed my goggles over my eyes, and darted out the door.

The immediate weightlessness was startling for some reason this time. Within seconds of shooting out the plane, all hell broke loose. The trip began. Scared and in a state of paralysis, I exhaled the smoke and witnessed my life beginning to flash before my eyes. All I could think about was my friends, family, and my personal journey through life. My eyes were shut and the roar of the wind was instantaneously replaced by a shearing high pitched crackle. I knew I was falling, I knew I was going to die, I knew I’d miss my life but I did not feel as though I had failed. I suddenly realised that the life that just flashed before my eyes was a good one and began to accept that this is the perfect way to die, in harmony with my own mind. All of the hectic closed-eye-visulatisations of memories and swirling patterns made me feel as though dying was merely the next step in enlightenment which after all, was the inevitable goal of my experiment. Feeling at ease with the thought of death, I felt myself relaxing into the flight and let gravity take over. No longer was I in form and now I was just tumbling through the sky.

My most recent acid trip flashed before my eyes as I fell further through the sky with my eyes still closed. The message I took back from that trip was a subjective reality, that which is produced personally at all times, began to flourish about in my hectic thoughts. I opened my eyes because something compelled me to. I was in the clouds. I readjusted into proper skydiving technique. All I could see was the faint light of the sun glowing my surroundings and I began to wonder if I was in heaven. I wondered if this was the product of my mind producing a subjective reality while in a DMT trip or if I was really dead.

The clouds parted and gave way to the view of the massive earth quickly accelerating towards me. Suddenly no longer was this a mission to enlighten myself, it was back to staying alive. My guess is the brief DMT trip had began to die down and gave me a chance to save myself so I could take back my story to the rest of the world. Subjective reality philosophy is very interesting to me. In this case, I began to feel as though I had created the earth that was rushing towards me and I had also created the parachute on my back. I could either discover the purpose of the hard, brown land or I could discover the purpose of my parachute.

Immediately, all energy that could possibly be imagined was summoned. I felt as though I was gaining power and spirits were helping me. There were beings on the ground tossing light at me. My only response to this vivid hallucination was to catch it and use the energy to my advantage. As I caught the light, my energy seemed to begin to revive and my arms out to the side of me began to glow a brilliant white. I felt as though I was god, or at least an angel and that all of me was glowing white. I felt that if I hit the ground while possessing this much energy, it would be a complete waste and I would let all of the spirits of the world down and the world would gradually die away. I suddenly felt as though pulling that cord was the only thing that mattered in the world at the time. I visualized the president in his office dealing with Iraq difficulties, I visulaized a mother giving birth to a baby. Not even these things mattered any more.

I had to pull that cord. With an amazing feeling of lightlessness, I shut my eyes once more and forced my arms up to the cord and released all of my energy. Instantaneously, the weightlessness was replaced with ultimate heaviness and an incredible pain in my torso. Once the chute was deployed, a sigh of relief and a release of endless amounts of tension took place. I survived. I accomplished. I defeated. I conquered. I fuckin did it! I survived the ultimate test of consciousness and obtained the ultimate level of enlightenment. No more living life half-heartedly. No more arguments. No more anger. No more stress. Life from then on is to be happy, spiritual and amazing. From then on, I use my new godlike perspective to help me live through life as though I had created it all. This viewpoint will allow me to connect with anything or anyone I wish and will allow me to teach others of these ways.

Hovering a thousand feet over the land, I realized how close a call this was and let out a scream of joy that seemed to echo around for miles and minutes. I must have still been feeling it. As I landed back on the ground, I bent over while beginning to cry and kissed the sandy ground. If I truly am to believe that I created all, than I am to believe that the dirt sticking around my lips at this moment is something I created. I licked my lips and smiled as though I had just finished a meal I prepared for myself.

Overall, this experience was IMMENSELY enlightening and also probably one of the most idiotic things a person could do. BUT, I survived and for the better.