TheRisingTied
Rising Star
Internal narrative (at peak) on extract from 3 grams of Syrian Rue seeds drunk an hour before vaping 40 mg of DMT freebase:
“””
What is this?
What’s going on?
What is happening here?
I took DMT. That means something…
What’s DMT?
What is DMT?
DMT, DMT… Doesn’t mean anything!
Who took DMT?
Who is here?
Who is watching?
It’s just me, alone.
It’s just me, alone.
There’s no one else?! You, is shifting, you can’t witness, there’s no one else to witness! What’s the point??
I’m here. I bear witness.
Why did I take DMT? Why did you take DMT?
How did you dare come here?
This feels brave… you’re brave!…?
What is this? Is this me now?!
Shhh Shh it’s DMT…
I took DMT. That means something… I just… don’t know right now what exactly…
I took DMT to heal. That means something.
Heal from what? What if you already healed? How would you know? If you set out to heal, didn’t you determine there would be something to heal?
I took DMT to heal. That means something.
I know I can be and feel myself be god but I didn’t come here for that this time, I came to be and better *my real name*.
Shhh shhhh shhhh… head down… heal.
“””
Earlier in the day (while sober), I had read about the Vectorial Hemisphericity Hypothesis by neuroscientist Micheal Persinger (from Wikipedia page on the “God helmet”): that the two brain hemispheres make different contributions to a single sense of self, but under certain conditions can appear as two separate 'selves'. I think having read that had something to do with this “conversation”.
This wasn’t all that happened during the trip of course, there were visuals and all manner of thought coursing through, during the peak and after when things calmed down more. I’m able to share this part at the moment.
“””
What is this?
What’s going on?
What is happening here?
I took DMT. That means something…
What’s DMT?
What is DMT?
DMT, DMT… Doesn’t mean anything!
Who took DMT?
Who is here?
Who is watching?
It’s just me, alone.
It’s just me, alone.
There’s no one else?! You, is shifting, you can’t witness, there’s no one else to witness! What’s the point??
I’m here. I bear witness.
Why did I take DMT? Why did you take DMT?
How did you dare come here?
This feels brave… you’re brave!…?
What is this? Is this me now?!
Shhh Shh it’s DMT…
I took DMT. That means something… I just… don’t know right now what exactly…
I took DMT to heal. That means something.
Heal from what? What if you already healed? How would you know? If you set out to heal, didn’t you determine there would be something to heal?
I took DMT to heal. That means something.
I know I can be and feel myself be god but I didn’t come here for that this time, I came to be and better *my real name*.
Shhh shhhh shhhh… head down… heal.
“””
Earlier in the day (while sober), I had read about the Vectorial Hemisphericity Hypothesis by neuroscientist Micheal Persinger (from Wikipedia page on the “God helmet”): that the two brain hemispheres make different contributions to a single sense of self, but under certain conditions can appear as two separate 'selves'. I think having read that had something to do with this “conversation”.
This wasn’t all that happened during the trip of course, there were visuals and all manner of thought coursing through, during the peak and after when things calmed down more. I’m able to share this part at the moment.