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Rising Star
Hi. I think I have to share it with you.
I have had DMT quite a few times. I have had good trips, weird trips and scary-ish ones. But none of them have been as intense as my most recent one.
I decided to really go for it this time. I didn’t even measure the quantity I just poured it into my bong bowl from the little bottle. It was more than I have ever had before, plus a layer of Changa at the bottom and on top.
I hit the bong once, my body felt weird…
hit it a second time, everything was a cartoon,
hit it a third time and I had a small entity running around me in circles, almost like a child.
Hit it a fourth time and I couldn’t move.
Suddenly everything was this weird machine thing, the entities were clearly figures but if I tried to look directly at them, they turned into a part of the machine.
Next thing I know, I am also part of the machine. At this point I had my headphones on with some music.
The main entity instructed me to take my headphones off, so I did, they were talking to me in another language. Sort of like “Goba wuba balubu duba luba” sounding, but I understood what they were saying, like I didn’t know the words but I knew the meaning.
Suddenly I was acutely aware of my mortality.
The beings were telling me that I have to die.
This freaked me out a bit, they said to me that they know it sucks and it’s horrible but I have to die.
They were explaining that it is important for me to live for as long as I can, so i need to look after myself and take care of myself. They said that if I do this, I will live long, gain knowledge and wisdom, and only when I have gained this knowledge and wisdom, and taught it to my kids, am I allowed to die.
They said it was very important that I die, because my body is just a bag of meat, that decays over time, but it’s the only thing suitable to hold me while I learn these lessons.
They said it was necessary for me to be reliable and trustworthy, because they don’t want anybody who is not reliable in the after death place.
It is essential for us as humans to survive, and the only way we can do that is if we exist in the first place, and we can only exist if we survive.
They didn’t say why it was so important that all this should be in place. But I understood that our existence is for a greater goal. Gaining power, energy, strength, knowledge, wisdom, sentience.
They also said that it is very important that I listen carefully when they talk, because our meets are very short. And the information they are giving me is of great importance.
This was all pretty fucking wild. But one thing that I still feel, after that experience, is almost complete comfort with death and I feel like I understand that it’s a necessity.
Anybody else have anything similar happen?
I have had DMT quite a few times. I have had good trips, weird trips and scary-ish ones. But none of them have been as intense as my most recent one.
I decided to really go for it this time. I didn’t even measure the quantity I just poured it into my bong bowl from the little bottle. It was more than I have ever had before, plus a layer of Changa at the bottom and on top.
I hit the bong once, my body felt weird…
hit it a second time, everything was a cartoon,
hit it a third time and I had a small entity running around me in circles, almost like a child.
Hit it a fourth time and I couldn’t move.
Suddenly everything was this weird machine thing, the entities were clearly figures but if I tried to look directly at them, they turned into a part of the machine.
Next thing I know, I am also part of the machine. At this point I had my headphones on with some music.
The main entity instructed me to take my headphones off, so I did, they were talking to me in another language. Sort of like “Goba wuba balubu duba luba” sounding, but I understood what they were saying, like I didn’t know the words but I knew the meaning.
Suddenly I was acutely aware of my mortality.
The beings were telling me that I have to die.
This freaked me out a bit, they said to me that they know it sucks and it’s horrible but I have to die.
They were explaining that it is important for me to live for as long as I can, so i need to look after myself and take care of myself. They said that if I do this, I will live long, gain knowledge and wisdom, and only when I have gained this knowledge and wisdom, and taught it to my kids, am I allowed to die.
They said it was very important that I die, because my body is just a bag of meat, that decays over time, but it’s the only thing suitable to hold me while I learn these lessons.
They said it was necessary for me to be reliable and trustworthy, because they don’t want anybody who is not reliable in the after death place.
It is essential for us as humans to survive, and the only way we can do that is if we exist in the first place, and we can only exist if we survive.
They didn’t say why it was so important that all this should be in place. But I understood that our existence is for a greater goal. Gaining power, energy, strength, knowledge, wisdom, sentience.
They also said that it is very important that I listen carefully when they talk, because our meets are very short. And the information they are giving me is of great importance.
This was all pretty fucking wild. But one thing that I still feel, after that experience, is almost complete comfort with death and I feel like I understand that it’s a necessity.
Anybody else have anything similar happen?
I had those jesters appear always when I was doing or thinking something stupid and understood that I am making a clown of myself. They have taught me many lessons, but quite harsh sometimes.
