This was one of those experiences that makes me feel like I've leveled up in some way in hyperspace, even though I don't often go that deep.
This one was peculiar, so I will explain it the best I can, but it was also confirming in ways for a few ideas I've had lately.
I woke up from a nap. Feeling down, and trying to be better about not letting my demons get in my way, I grabbed the pipe from my altar for my second foray of the day. I said a silent invocation, and then just hit the pipe. It was a bigger hit that usual, but was comfortable with it, trusting myself and my long developed sensibilities about navigating these experiences.
I remember feeling some anxiety about the experience as the first signs set in. I just reminded myself that I wouldn't go too far.
Initially the experience was somatic with subtle visual distortions in the form of patterns and what I call electric fields. They were subdued overall. After some time had elapsed, I changed something in how I looked at the experience from within, and noticed that there was this whole other world that I was flowing through, complete with voids and vortices; a sector of movement. It was this mild rush. The shifting in visualization reminds me of those code glasses, where there are several different lenses that can be flipped over the glasses, and different combinations can show different images (like in using 3-D glasses or decoder glasses). And the glasses I was initially thinking of could be from the magic of imagination since it just dawned on me that I was remembering the glasses that were used in American Treasure.
I'm wondering if there's a way to only take a little DMT as a catalyst, and then to be able to deepen the experience with my mind and being, because that's what seemed to have happened today.
I really enjoy the times when I'm comfortable in my decision to dive in. That happened this time. I hope it happens more. I guess that's on me.
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