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At about 7:00 PM I did an experiment with the DMT; I smoked four hits but I spaced it out over maybe 3 minutes. It led only to the "stranging" of my room, and my carpet becoming a three-dimensional surface, like the inside of an intestine. However, even though it was lacking in the profound visual or experiential intensity, it had a positive effect on my mood and on my thought-process. It cleared it up, so to speak, streamlined it.
I talked to a dear friend who was 600 miles away for about 2 hours on the phone, and it made me feel very warm and happy. I decided that it was time to go.
There was still an amount of DMT recrystalized in the bowl, so I only loaded up a small amount. I readied myself, breathing deeply a few times, and began. I took four enormous hits, vaporizing all that was in the bowl. Again, after two, the buzzing. Then, after three, my room took on a strange, technological dimension. And on four, everything changed.
I was struck by waves of realization at what was happening: "This is what's happening... no this is what's happening... NO, THIS is what's happening! NO! THIS is what's REALLY REALLY happening!......". I was wrapped in a velvet, overtly Scandinavian-influenced space-suit complete with elf-hat headgear. The walls became futuristic, and yet clearly Eastern Orthodox, deep ocre and golds. I couldn't take it, the absolute strangeness of what was going on was too much, so I closed my eyes....
and then...
I was in a livingroom, or that is as close an approximation as I can make. There were three beings. They were made of deep Indigo Plasma, and had beak-like mandibles, and baseball sized eyes; and they were dancing like swarming ants. They were doing this strange dance, and welcoming me, as if they'd been waiting intently for a long time. They intimated without crude words: "We love you, We love you, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon, We love you We love you We love you...." at a million miles a second, sounding more like whirling machines than voices. It should have been terrifying, but instead I felt real Familial love for them. A deep, powerful, overwhelming love like how a child feels for parents, only magnified. I was grinning as wide as I have ever grinned, repeating "They love us, remember this, they love us" They said, "no, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon...." And I started sobbing. I said to them :"I love you too, I love you too, I love you too, I'll be back soon, I love you too, I love you too...." I opened my eyes, and it was my room, but DMT'd out; I felt as if they intimated "No, wait, a little longer, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon..."
They were my family. Our family. They were Ancestors. I did not feel as though I were with Extraterrestrials, they were dead people, they were Ancestors. DMT is not a drug! It is a taxicab to the other side. This is where we go when we die. And they love every single one of us
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It started with curiosity, turned into obsession. I began listening to Terence Mckenna, and fell in love with his various theories, and was particularly amazed by the fact that the ideas that poured out of my head with Psilocybe mushrooms seemed eerily similar to those he espoused with the same substance. This synchronicity of concept made me even more interested in him and the substances he advocated; DMT in particular. I became entranced by his reports of "Self-transforming Machine Elves" and the entirety of the DMT flash experience. Maybe it was for this reason that my experience was so similar to the ones that he described, but I doubt it, due to the similarities with Rick Straussman's research subjects' reports, and further meditations on the nature of what I experienced.
Let me do my best to describe these five trips I had...
The first one (Divine Moments of Truth report) seemed at the time to be the fullness of the experience, but it was merely introduction. I took three hits, deep, like he said to. I was struck by a deep golden and red, and my guitar split into a dozen shimmering guitars, twisting and piling. I lay back, and closed my eyes; and was instantaneously transported to that deep, underground dome. It was dark in there, but I could see the twisting and shimmering ceiling of the place. I was being held up against and semi-transparent dome, and I was without trying to, slapping out a language. The language was pure, zipping, chattering syntax - "Sintuop balat majranta sintuop silantepoor sindinpiluop....". I felt the presence of beings, all around me, cheering and clapping without mouths or hands, and they started to push something out of me, a thing of matter, the "True Language of Matter", but they sensed that I wasn't ready for the fullness, and so they laid off. I opened my eyes, laughing and elated, and got up, asking myself "Where the fuck is the phone! Goddamnit!" Everything was deep golden and red, it was like an alien christmas in Russia, and I rushed to the phone; the hallway full of mandalas of golden and green. I got the phone, but it was no phone. It seemed more like a strange insect, and the blue glowing numbers wouldn't sit still for me to call. I was tempted to just stand there looking at the phone, but I decided I had to have someone else hear me. So I tried to call, but it took a few tries, as the grasshopper in my hand was hard to operate. I eventually did, and poured the whole thing onto my friend. He wrote it down, but I can't get ahold of him right now, so I will try to relate what I remember. I told him that it was Alien Christmas, the golden, and that it was intimated to me that this life is a game. A big, happy, funny game, that it is in reality spiritual recess, and that we should make the most of it, but not be taken up by it. That this new reality (or perhaps old reality) is waiting for us. "The grass really is greener, Dustin!", I said.
The next night, I did it twice, but the first was an experiement in lower doses, and was more or less a waste, although still a cool experience.
The next one, is more amazing than the first. I took four hits, as quickly as I could. I was struck with the same goldens, but then something else. There was a great unfolding, I felt as if I was seeing more and more and more as this scroll unfolded itself. I said "This is what's happening, no, this is. No, this is! NO, THIS IS! AHH, NO, THIS IS WHAT'S REALLY HAPPENING, OH MY GOD..." I was wearing a tightly fitting, trillion colored sweater/space suit. I was an elf. The world became a crystalline, metallic whole. I couldn't take that, and so I closed my eyes. Instantly, again, I was taken to a place. But this place was far more vivid, if that is possible. It was a living-room I suppose, maybe a waiting room. There were three beings there, but they diddn't look anything like elves. They were Insect-owl Alien-monsters. And they were a billion colors, indigo mostly, but all the other colors, and many that I never saw before. They were dancing like swarming ants, and they were singing to me, with their beaks and eyes, that they loved me. They loved me. And it felt like they were my family. I loved them too. I was struck with the feeling that I knew these things more than I ever knew anything ever. They were my oldest friends, my family. I loved them. I started bawling, saying I loved them too. They said that they would see me soon, and I knew that this meant when I died. They would see me soon, I said that to them, and I loved them. The room was crystals and plasma, and it was blue as well. They said goodbye, and they said that I should tell everyone I know. There was a window to the outside, and it was a strange, alien landscape with tree-like things and swirling gaseous skies.
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I took four hits again, and was taken to a similar place, and a similar thing was happening, we love you and all that. And as it faded, I was sobbing, and I was saying "I don't care what you fucking bug monsters are, I love you, I want to stay with you forever, I love you things." I started hitting the pipe thing I made like a crack head, taking two more massive hits. But When I went back, it wasn't the waiting room... the Bird-bug Alien-monsters grabbed me, and pulled me to a new place. It began in a giant orb, deep violet and blackness, and it wasn't transparent at all. It was full of tunnels, and the Beings took flew me down one, it was a fast, moving journey. I was flying through these tunnels, and each tunnel had windows to another Universe, full of as much as our own. I was looking as closely as I could at these windows, but I was moving too fast to see each one... I was saying "Oh my god, you showed me, you showed me, I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready, you fucking showed me..." This place was the framework behind physical existence, it was these Soul's highway system. It went on this way for maybe two minutes, I was being flooded with so much information, and I commited the cardinal sin of giving way to amazement, I couldn't take it all in anymore, and that's when they returned me to the waiting room and told me that they loved me more and goodbye and they'll see me soon.
This thing they showed me was the Soul highway, a system of movement to every corner of various dimensions and universes. They showed me this thing, or perhaps that is simply where you go when you die, before you are transformed into one of these things. I think that the beings are Ancestors, ascended humans, dead people. The waiting-room is paradise. And the system of tunnels is how they get from place to place in all of existence. I think that these things tell you they love you so many times, 1) because they do, because they were once people themselves and know how hard it is and 2) because if they don't preface it with love, then you might think that they are trying to hurt you when they REALLY show you something. As strange as it is, the most extreme, McKennaesque experiences are padded. They're holding back and getting you ready, as ready as you can be.
DMT is the death molecule I beleive now. It is the vehicle that takes the soul from this realm of being to the next one. I think that is why I am afraid to do it, even though the experience is always beautiful and profound... the Mind perceives it as dying, and so it doesn't want you to do it.
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despite the seeming powerful and ontologically-challenging nature of these experiences, there are no deep changes in my moral character or in general outlook; in other words no lasting positive effects. this could be due to several things: for one, this molecule's effects have very little bearing on day-to-day life, perhaps less even than other powerful psychedelics, so there is little residual meaning based in the real world- all metaphysical, religious, spiritual, extraterrestrial interpretations of the remembered portion of events aside. Two- the memory of events seems to slip away, almost instantaneously. There is a sense of "I will not remember this", for me this shaded the whole thing in a melancholy light. Three- these molecules are not here to bestow a moral standard, or establish new religious interpretations of the universe- they are here to fulfill their own agendas; these neurotransmitters that have laid hold of the plants!
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Further meditations on tryptamine elves, utilizing THC and amphetamines
The elves are aren't extraterrestrial, per se, but they're elsewhere too. They're subatomic beings that reside in all life, they are the shepherds of DNA, the guiding force behind biology. Maybe more, too. Maybe they're in all matter, I don't know, but it seems more like they have a distinct love/empathy/godlike affection for humans and I would speculate all life as well.
My former running theory was that they were ascended humans, I don't know exactly how I feel about that any more. But maybe it could be both, as the feeling of being in the next place is high... but I felt as though I were somehow within myself, not a disembodied thing in their world. The scenery was all highly mathematical, geometric, but far higher geometry and math than I can even recognize. It was patterns making patterns making patterns, in 3 dimensions, which were bursting with giddy creatures, godly scandinavian children!
But, I think they are our helpers, when we do go. I think they embrace us and download everything about this universe- every secret and law and guiding rule. Every question we ever wanted answered, our own lives explained and contextualized in the vast history of everyone we ever loved or knew or met or heard of or never heard of. We are shown the vast expanse of time, we know the minds of all sentient life, and become every bit of it as we go; until finally, we are the whole universe within ourselves and superseding all else.
And then, whatever is next!
I talked to a dear friend who was 600 miles away for about 2 hours on the phone, and it made me feel very warm and happy. I decided that it was time to go.
There was still an amount of DMT recrystalized in the bowl, so I only loaded up a small amount. I readied myself, breathing deeply a few times, and began. I took four enormous hits, vaporizing all that was in the bowl. Again, after two, the buzzing. Then, after three, my room took on a strange, technological dimension. And on four, everything changed.
I was struck by waves of realization at what was happening: "This is what's happening... no this is what's happening... NO, THIS is what's happening! NO! THIS is what's REALLY REALLY happening!......". I was wrapped in a velvet, overtly Scandinavian-influenced space-suit complete with elf-hat headgear. The walls became futuristic, and yet clearly Eastern Orthodox, deep ocre and golds. I couldn't take it, the absolute strangeness of what was going on was too much, so I closed my eyes....
and then...
I was in a livingroom, or that is as close an approximation as I can make. There were three beings. They were made of deep Indigo Plasma, and had beak-like mandibles, and baseball sized eyes; and they were dancing like swarming ants. They were doing this strange dance, and welcoming me, as if they'd been waiting intently for a long time. They intimated without crude words: "We love you, We love you, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon, We love you We love you We love you...." at a million miles a second, sounding more like whirling machines than voices. It should have been terrifying, but instead I felt real Familial love for them. A deep, powerful, overwhelming love like how a child feels for parents, only magnified. I was grinning as wide as I have ever grinned, repeating "They love us, remember this, they love us" They said, "no, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon...." And I started sobbing. I said to them :"I love you too, I love you too, I love you too, I'll be back soon, I love you too, I love you too...." I opened my eyes, and it was my room, but DMT'd out; I felt as if they intimated "No, wait, a little longer, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon..."
They were my family. Our family. They were Ancestors. I did not feel as though I were with Extraterrestrials, they were dead people, they were Ancestors. DMT is not a drug! It is a taxicab to the other side. This is where we go when we die. And they love every single one of us
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It started with curiosity, turned into obsession. I began listening to Terence Mckenna, and fell in love with his various theories, and was particularly amazed by the fact that the ideas that poured out of my head with Psilocybe mushrooms seemed eerily similar to those he espoused with the same substance. This synchronicity of concept made me even more interested in him and the substances he advocated; DMT in particular. I became entranced by his reports of "Self-transforming Machine Elves" and the entirety of the DMT flash experience. Maybe it was for this reason that my experience was so similar to the ones that he described, but I doubt it, due to the similarities with Rick Straussman's research subjects' reports, and further meditations on the nature of what I experienced.
Let me do my best to describe these five trips I had...
The first one (Divine Moments of Truth report) seemed at the time to be the fullness of the experience, but it was merely introduction. I took three hits, deep, like he said to. I was struck by a deep golden and red, and my guitar split into a dozen shimmering guitars, twisting and piling. I lay back, and closed my eyes; and was instantaneously transported to that deep, underground dome. It was dark in there, but I could see the twisting and shimmering ceiling of the place. I was being held up against and semi-transparent dome, and I was without trying to, slapping out a language. The language was pure, zipping, chattering syntax - "Sintuop balat majranta sintuop silantepoor sindinpiluop....". I felt the presence of beings, all around me, cheering and clapping without mouths or hands, and they started to push something out of me, a thing of matter, the "True Language of Matter", but they sensed that I wasn't ready for the fullness, and so they laid off. I opened my eyes, laughing and elated, and got up, asking myself "Where the fuck is the phone! Goddamnit!" Everything was deep golden and red, it was like an alien christmas in Russia, and I rushed to the phone; the hallway full of mandalas of golden and green. I got the phone, but it was no phone. It seemed more like a strange insect, and the blue glowing numbers wouldn't sit still for me to call. I was tempted to just stand there looking at the phone, but I decided I had to have someone else hear me. So I tried to call, but it took a few tries, as the grasshopper in my hand was hard to operate. I eventually did, and poured the whole thing onto my friend. He wrote it down, but I can't get ahold of him right now, so I will try to relate what I remember. I told him that it was Alien Christmas, the golden, and that it was intimated to me that this life is a game. A big, happy, funny game, that it is in reality spiritual recess, and that we should make the most of it, but not be taken up by it. That this new reality (or perhaps old reality) is waiting for us. "The grass really is greener, Dustin!", I said.
The next night, I did it twice, but the first was an experiement in lower doses, and was more or less a waste, although still a cool experience.
The next one, is more amazing than the first. I took four hits, as quickly as I could. I was struck with the same goldens, but then something else. There was a great unfolding, I felt as if I was seeing more and more and more as this scroll unfolded itself. I said "This is what's happening, no, this is. No, this is! NO, THIS IS! AHH, NO, THIS IS WHAT'S REALLY HAPPENING, OH MY GOD..." I was wearing a tightly fitting, trillion colored sweater/space suit. I was an elf. The world became a crystalline, metallic whole. I couldn't take that, and so I closed my eyes. Instantly, again, I was taken to a place. But this place was far more vivid, if that is possible. It was a living-room I suppose, maybe a waiting room. There were three beings there, but they diddn't look anything like elves. They were Insect-owl Alien-monsters. And they were a billion colors, indigo mostly, but all the other colors, and many that I never saw before. They were dancing like swarming ants, and they were singing to me, with their beaks and eyes, that they loved me. They loved me. And it felt like they were my family. I loved them too. I was struck with the feeling that I knew these things more than I ever knew anything ever. They were my oldest friends, my family. I loved them. I started bawling, saying I loved them too. They said that they would see me soon, and I knew that this meant when I died. They would see me soon, I said that to them, and I loved them. The room was crystals and plasma, and it was blue as well. They said goodbye, and they said that I should tell everyone I know. There was a window to the outside, and it was a strange, alien landscape with tree-like things and swirling gaseous skies.
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I took four hits again, and was taken to a similar place, and a similar thing was happening, we love you and all that. And as it faded, I was sobbing, and I was saying "I don't care what you fucking bug monsters are, I love you, I want to stay with you forever, I love you things." I started hitting the pipe thing I made like a crack head, taking two more massive hits. But When I went back, it wasn't the waiting room... the Bird-bug Alien-monsters grabbed me, and pulled me to a new place. It began in a giant orb, deep violet and blackness, and it wasn't transparent at all. It was full of tunnels, and the Beings took flew me down one, it was a fast, moving journey. I was flying through these tunnels, and each tunnel had windows to another Universe, full of as much as our own. I was looking as closely as I could at these windows, but I was moving too fast to see each one... I was saying "Oh my god, you showed me, you showed me, I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready, you fucking showed me..." This place was the framework behind physical existence, it was these Soul's highway system. It went on this way for maybe two minutes, I was being flooded with so much information, and I commited the cardinal sin of giving way to amazement, I couldn't take it all in anymore, and that's when they returned me to the waiting room and told me that they loved me more and goodbye and they'll see me soon.
This thing they showed me was the Soul highway, a system of movement to every corner of various dimensions and universes. They showed me this thing, or perhaps that is simply where you go when you die, before you are transformed into one of these things. I think that the beings are Ancestors, ascended humans, dead people. The waiting-room is paradise. And the system of tunnels is how they get from place to place in all of existence. I think that these things tell you they love you so many times, 1) because they do, because they were once people themselves and know how hard it is and 2) because if they don't preface it with love, then you might think that they are trying to hurt you when they REALLY show you something. As strange as it is, the most extreme, McKennaesque experiences are padded. They're holding back and getting you ready, as ready as you can be.
DMT is the death molecule I beleive now. It is the vehicle that takes the soul from this realm of being to the next one. I think that is why I am afraid to do it, even though the experience is always beautiful and profound... the Mind perceives it as dying, and so it doesn't want you to do it.
_____________________________
despite the seeming powerful and ontologically-challenging nature of these experiences, there are no deep changes in my moral character or in general outlook; in other words no lasting positive effects. this could be due to several things: for one, this molecule's effects have very little bearing on day-to-day life, perhaps less even than other powerful psychedelics, so there is little residual meaning based in the real world- all metaphysical, religious, spiritual, extraterrestrial interpretations of the remembered portion of events aside. Two- the memory of events seems to slip away, almost instantaneously. There is a sense of "I will not remember this", for me this shaded the whole thing in a melancholy light. Three- these molecules are not here to bestow a moral standard, or establish new religious interpretations of the universe- they are here to fulfill their own agendas; these neurotransmitters that have laid hold of the plants!
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Further meditations on tryptamine elves, utilizing THC and amphetamines
The elves are aren't extraterrestrial, per se, but they're elsewhere too. They're subatomic beings that reside in all life, they are the shepherds of DNA, the guiding force behind biology. Maybe more, too. Maybe they're in all matter, I don't know, but it seems more like they have a distinct love/empathy/godlike affection for humans and I would speculate all life as well.
My former running theory was that they were ascended humans, I don't know exactly how I feel about that any more. But maybe it could be both, as the feeling of being in the next place is high... but I felt as though I were somehow within myself, not a disembodied thing in their world. The scenery was all highly mathematical, geometric, but far higher geometry and math than I can even recognize. It was patterns making patterns making patterns, in 3 dimensions, which were bursting with giddy creatures, godly scandinavian children!
But, I think they are our helpers, when we do go. I think they embrace us and download everything about this universe- every secret and law and guiding rule. Every question we ever wanted answered, our own lives explained and contextualized in the vast history of everyone we ever loved or knew or met or heard of or never heard of. We are shown the vast expanse of time, we know the minds of all sentient life, and become every bit of it as we go; until finally, we are the whole universe within ourselves and superseding all else.
And then, whatever is next!
