One this day, I smoked DMT for the 32 time. This time I smoked it for real. with a MOAI. It will probably be may last. please know that I am not prone to hyperbole. take my words at face value.
I went to hyperspace for 3-4 hours. I struggled to breathe. I feared. I died. I realized what unreality was and why I wanted to so desperately go back to reality. A million images and people and feelings collided chaotically inside, outside, inbetween, nextbetween. Every part of my personality seperated (like oil and vinegar salad dressing) then each said their goodbyes and moved to a unique place in the pluraverse.
I realized the things that really matter in life. I've always known what they were. But returning to your life after you'd died, forgotten and endured a fake heaven and real hell, you see things as they are for the first time. forgive me for my writing. I'm struggling to do this, but must or else I may forget. I will edit again. Brain isn't working well right now.
Prep
2.5-4 g of syrian rue tea in the belly for 45 minutes. listened to Daft Punks album during this time. 25 mg of white spice, two hits at first, then a chaser (getting the remnants off) one minute later.
Beginning:
The rue tea was nasty going in. I'm still quesy now.
Onset felt like many of the others. Except this time I retained "my mind", and did not forget.
During
Hyperspace got really intense. For me, hyperspace is a creation of my mind - a part of my mind that I in regular life have no conact wiht. It is bright; hues are red, orange, silver, mostly. The darker, wide open "I'm in a shuttle orbiting the moon looking back to earth" version of hyperspace isn't what I expereniced. Just the opposite. CLose. Intimate. Crazy. Pinwheels. Fast.
Now it is still infinite - more like the infinity that exists between 0 and 1 and less 1 to 99999999... Everything was plural. Since my person had been split up, I was expereiencing 4 or 5 visions at the same time. Sometimes I'd shift primary focus between my brain, my body, the real world, the hyperspace embodiment of myself, my inner voice, the instinct behind my voices.
Anyway, back to the narrative.
I was there, in hyperspace, in a room(s) I hear voices. The insanty of randomness parades on by, and the novelty is acceptable for about 1 hour. Then I turn the corner into the 2nd hour, where a stronger meta voice asks, "Will I ever get back?". I really start to feel the pain of the rue inside my belly and I'm grateful I'm bouncing between visions so I don't have to be obsorbed by it, since it is magnified by X4. I fear greatly and its really at this time I understand the things I miss about reality.
My endurance to have a shred of consciousness is gone at 1.5 hours in, so I'm thrown like a ragdoll through every memory I can grab, going through all the words I know. Feeling terrible.
I physicalyy, in the real world go to the bathroom. I am not in command of my body. This is bad. very bad. Like a video game that's lagging, my directions are being processed 1 minute late and the body has its own operating system. I find my way upstairs and repeat at least 300 times, stay here.
After plopping down on the couch, I lose it. I'm terrified. I stop breathing. I honestly feel like I'm dying and this hellscape is my new reality. I make peace with that but cry over the severing of the connections to my mortal life. I think of my spouse. Our love. I want our love to remain. I say his name over and over and over. Even if its not true, I want it to be true. Even if its false, there is no better way to "live" than beliving it is true. That love matters. You matter because you love and are loved. I think of my children. I weep into an ocean of emotions. I am beyond exhausted. Flashes of pornagraphic images come to mind and I turn them away. I don't want them, even though I've spent enough time looking at them they are deep inside my memory. I feel like I'm painfully defragging my hardrive. All the bad things I've done are really obvious at this point - I see how others may see me. I know I've done good things, but as Stanis Barrethoen says, "The good does not wash out the bad, nor the bad the good." I swear that I will change and that am changing at a cellular level now. This expereince, btw, is 100% different than other spiritual, christian experience. Just saying.
About at the turn of the 3rd hour, I cry for help. I want this to be over, telling myself, "I don't feel good" and "I will return". I want this to end more than I've ever wanted anything else. I know that my wanting does no good and I'll return when DMT gets cleared out of my system. If I'm still alive. I want to sleep and do - but its an inception-esq sleep where each exhaustion and fainting is really another rabbit hole that I tumble down. I do a good job of letting go and embracing where I have willpower and consciouness.
At 3.5 hours, I get glimpses of the real reality. I see out of my own eyes again, though its distorted. When closing them I am catapulted back into space. I'm slowing, acrutiatingly, floating back to the surface. This relief mentally is balanced by the severve discomfort of the onset of body load.
I finially get to a workable state and try to puke.
******
Memorable moments
I am me. I love my spouse. Love is all that matters. Action is the only real way to express love.
I'm okay with dying. I'm pretty good at meta-analysis and looking at the big picture. I'm okay at accepting things at they are. I have lots of things I want to tweak. So much more I want to give. I'm glad to be back. I probably will never return to hyperspace - there is so much work to be done here. I have a pretty good understanding of who I am and what I do when faced with extremes or the unimaginable, since I didn't have to imagine.
I experienced.
Thank you. Bless you. I hope you find happiness and can garner the strength to make the world better. I've resolved to the better version of myself. For you and for me.
Love,
-FF
"Be the change you want to see in the world". Ghandi.
I went to hyperspace for 3-4 hours. I struggled to breathe. I feared. I died. I realized what unreality was and why I wanted to so desperately go back to reality. A million images and people and feelings collided chaotically inside, outside, inbetween, nextbetween. Every part of my personality seperated (like oil and vinegar salad dressing) then each said their goodbyes and moved to a unique place in the pluraverse.
I realized the things that really matter in life. I've always known what they were. But returning to your life after you'd died, forgotten and endured a fake heaven and real hell, you see things as they are for the first time. forgive me for my writing. I'm struggling to do this, but must or else I may forget. I will edit again. Brain isn't working well right now.
Prep
2.5-4 g of syrian rue tea in the belly for 45 minutes. listened to Daft Punks album during this time. 25 mg of white spice, two hits at first, then a chaser (getting the remnants off) one minute later.
Beginning:
The rue tea was nasty going in. I'm still quesy now.
Onset felt like many of the others. Except this time I retained "my mind", and did not forget.
During
Hyperspace got really intense. For me, hyperspace is a creation of my mind - a part of my mind that I in regular life have no conact wiht. It is bright; hues are red, orange, silver, mostly. The darker, wide open "I'm in a shuttle orbiting the moon looking back to earth" version of hyperspace isn't what I expereniced. Just the opposite. CLose. Intimate. Crazy. Pinwheels. Fast.
Now it is still infinite - more like the infinity that exists between 0 and 1 and less 1 to 99999999... Everything was plural. Since my person had been split up, I was expereiencing 4 or 5 visions at the same time. Sometimes I'd shift primary focus between my brain, my body, the real world, the hyperspace embodiment of myself, my inner voice, the instinct behind my voices.
Anyway, back to the narrative.
I was there, in hyperspace, in a room(s) I hear voices. The insanty of randomness parades on by, and the novelty is acceptable for about 1 hour. Then I turn the corner into the 2nd hour, where a stronger meta voice asks, "Will I ever get back?". I really start to feel the pain of the rue inside my belly and I'm grateful I'm bouncing between visions so I don't have to be obsorbed by it, since it is magnified by X4. I fear greatly and its really at this time I understand the things I miss about reality.
My endurance to have a shred of consciousness is gone at 1.5 hours in, so I'm thrown like a ragdoll through every memory I can grab, going through all the words I know. Feeling terrible.
I physicalyy, in the real world go to the bathroom. I am not in command of my body. This is bad. very bad. Like a video game that's lagging, my directions are being processed 1 minute late and the body has its own operating system. I find my way upstairs and repeat at least 300 times, stay here.
After plopping down on the couch, I lose it. I'm terrified. I stop breathing. I honestly feel like I'm dying and this hellscape is my new reality. I make peace with that but cry over the severing of the connections to my mortal life. I think of my spouse. Our love. I want our love to remain. I say his name over and over and over. Even if its not true, I want it to be true. Even if its false, there is no better way to "live" than beliving it is true. That love matters. You matter because you love and are loved. I think of my children. I weep into an ocean of emotions. I am beyond exhausted. Flashes of pornagraphic images come to mind and I turn them away. I don't want them, even though I've spent enough time looking at them they are deep inside my memory. I feel like I'm painfully defragging my hardrive. All the bad things I've done are really obvious at this point - I see how others may see me. I know I've done good things, but as Stanis Barrethoen says, "The good does not wash out the bad, nor the bad the good." I swear that I will change and that am changing at a cellular level now. This expereince, btw, is 100% different than other spiritual, christian experience. Just saying.
About at the turn of the 3rd hour, I cry for help. I want this to be over, telling myself, "I don't feel good" and "I will return". I want this to end more than I've ever wanted anything else. I know that my wanting does no good and I'll return when DMT gets cleared out of my system. If I'm still alive. I want to sleep and do - but its an inception-esq sleep where each exhaustion and fainting is really another rabbit hole that I tumble down. I do a good job of letting go and embracing where I have willpower and consciouness.
At 3.5 hours, I get glimpses of the real reality. I see out of my own eyes again, though its distorted. When closing them I am catapulted back into space. I'm slowing, acrutiatingly, floating back to the surface. This relief mentally is balanced by the severve discomfort of the onset of body load.
I finially get to a workable state and try to puke.
******
Memorable moments
I am me. I love my spouse. Love is all that matters. Action is the only real way to express love.
I'm okay with dying. I'm pretty good at meta-analysis and looking at the big picture. I'm okay at accepting things at they are. I have lots of things I want to tweak. So much more I want to give. I'm glad to be back. I probably will never return to hyperspace - there is so much work to be done here. I have a pretty good understanding of who I am and what I do when faced with extremes or the unimaginable, since I didn't have to imagine.
I experienced.
Thank you. Bless you. I hope you find happiness and can garner the strength to make the world better. I've resolved to the better version of myself. For you and for me.
Love,
-FF
"Be the change you want to see in the world". Ghandi.