Hi Nexus,
I had a series of what, at the time, felt like unbearably terrible experiences on DMT several months ago. The struggle to come to terms with them has certainly been the biggest spiritual challenge of my life so far, and has taught me more about myself than I knew there was to be learned. I thought members here might not mind if I used this thread to address and try to work through the current phase of this challenge. My aim is to find my way back to a loving relationship with DMT and the spiritual world.
At first I was inclined to fight the experiences. I went back several times hoping it would just be different, asking to be shown something else, and eventually resolving to stand down and attack the 'entities' I felt wouldn't leave me alone. Nothing worked. I didn't lose my rational perspective on normal life or feel persecuted in that sense, but there was this profound terror that came to infuse my whole psyche. Everything pointed back to DMT, that was where my spirit was interested in, and that was a place of what felt like hell.
My first few experiences with DMT were beautiful. I'd been needing to get out from the world. Just tired of and wanting something more than humanity. With a faith that I would find the way out, and speak to aliens or explore the greater cosmos. I came to it as a friend and it treated me that way. This dancing elven energy exploded into my room in the first experience, and actually merged with me. My hands moved faster than I've ever seen a human move, forming these hyperdimensoinal shapes in the air in front of me, whilst the consciousness wondered at itself and that it had found a way in. My next few experiences involved going to a place-- it was this very real place, just sideways of our dimension-- that a related kind of entity lived in. These triangular, staring-straight-at-you, hyper-transforming pyramidal structures formed out of their thousands of bodies that I fell down through the corridors of. They were all the same entity, in a way, although there was also a feel of kind of psychic union amongst multiples. Where the first trip involved entities coming into me and merging with me, these later ones involved me looking at them, talking to them. It felt weirdly like a power structure, or a court. I went over to this 'place' several times, and it often felt like it was the... Centre of the Show. The entities were very into themselves being what it was about, and where the game was run from.
When I came back from trips, there would always be this 'What the fuck?' feeling about the world I was coming back to for at least 20 minutes. Almost like I was the DMT coming back and being stunned at the strangeness of it. It would always gravitate to-- 'Wait, how does this work? Who runs this show? So this one guy is in charge, and...'. Basically revelation but it would gravitate to political thoughts.
As time went on I had the completely indescribable trips of cosmic ecstasy, and what felt like a knowledge that the universe was good an perfect and sublime. That suffering was an illusion, determined by spiritual closedness of the sufferers. That the ecstasy was so much more alive, the suffering nothing before it, and that somehow they would re-merge into it or learn it and the difficulty would become irrelevant before the cosmic play it allowed and was a product of. These trips didn't always involve the elven or triangle-staring entities. I had ecstatic sex on DMT, surfed through ecstasy for eternities, played and spoke with these coloured artistic patterns that were drawing themselves onto a 4-d canvas again and again in spiral patterns. In the midst of this, I'd sometimes get the entities from the first time rushing back into me. There was always this feel of 'WE'VE MADE IT', 'WE'LL RUN THE SHOW NOW', 'THIS IS OUR WORLD'.
I actually began to get into conspiracy stuff largely as a result of the impact DMT had on my consciousness (I intend to respect the rules on that here-- I assume it will be ok to note that I got into it, without discussing theory, for the purpose of the healing). I'd been vaguely aware of it before but never looked directly at it. I don't feel much affinity for any conspiracy culture, regardless of the factual conclusions I've come to about power structures now days. There's this smallness and fear that permeates the whole culture, finding just the vastness of the world threatening, lacking in love and acceptance and just brilliance. But, yes, my mind got deep into it and affected by it, and I actually started some trips with Music Videos to do with that playing. Stuff with Masonic checkerboards and symbolism in it. The lyrics were...
'Do you know what it's all about
Are you brave enough to figure out
Know that you could set your world on fire
If you are strong enough to leave your doubts
Feel it...
Breath it...
Believe it...
And you'll be walking on air
Go try...
Go fly...
So high..
And you'll be walking on air
Feel this...
Unless you kill this...
Go on...
And you're forgiven...
I knew that...
I could feel that...
I feel like...
I am walking on air...
'
Interesting lyrics. The video itself (Kerli - Walking on Air) is filled with very creepy puppetry type symbolism. I had some trips where I was convinced I knew what 'the illuminati' was or why it was irrelevant or something to with that, and trips which were about owning the world and 'WE RUN THE SHOW, THE SUFFERERS ARE FOOLS, COME WITH US, CONTROL IS THE WAY TO THIS ECSTASY'. At the time I thought this was the entities speaking.
I tended to be tense around people (perhaps still). But my girlfriend is somebody I love very deeply and feel is good. I tripped fine around her a few times, saw her body as a kind of pure energy structure. She tripped very happily with me in the room, often tripping on my face transforming through a thousand forms. I decided to explore Salvia a bit, had a bad panicky trip where I just flipped out and ended up staring out of a 15th story Window whilst my girlfriend held me back. And then--
Something just snapped. I went one time and I was just flung into prison. At first I was convinced somebody had come into the room and I was stuck in an utterly hellish mindstate of being on DMT whilst some police officer or mundane authority figure was interrogating me or processing me with all the lack of understanding they'd have. I thought life was going to be hell now. I flipped out completely, similar to how I did on Salvia. It was so horrible. Like every fear or experience of getting in trouble as a child, ever agony I'd had over a breaking relationship (I'd had a very bad breakup a year before) and all the cruelness of prison compounded into a psychedelic essence. There was a feeling that I was bad, I had done wrong, I was done for now.
Every time I tried to go back after that, panic kicked in on the come-up, and then everything would spiral. Everything would be dancing hellish elven prison or sirens or the triangle-entities boring into me, tripping themselves out on the essence of what 'horribleness' was and doing it to me. I waited for many weeks in between repeat attempts, and ended up trying to re-acclimatise myself by very low doses so I could figure out my psychological reactions and approach and what to correct. I had a few hints of wonder but I could always feel the fear just beyond. Always was flipping out, feeling like the rooms and sensations DMT was showing me were about to transform into rooms in hell, psychedelic flavoured torture.
I couldn't go back again. I spent many months searching for ways to heal myself, deal with the terror, and find a way back. Trying to figure it out. I got into some anti-drug spirituality, I looked into theories about hostile aliens and all that New Age Stuff, I thought a lot about Christianity. Immediately after the hard trips I'd often veer hard towards a Christian kind of perspective (I've never been Christian), intuitively thinking about the fallen nature of humanity and how love was really the only answer, the only intelligent way to approach life. I'd never thought much about love before that.
I carried on searching, I couldn't stick with any of those perspectives. They ended up seeming fear-based or limited or not accurately explanatory of my experiences about the world. I moved more and more to thinking about love and the best way to make it real. over time I began to realise there were very deep flaws in my own character which DMT had mirrored or played on. I came to realise how fearful parts of my personality (not the whole) had always been, how the 'entities' were really largely psychedelic-intensity elaborations on what I had allowed the structure of my own thoughts and mental patterns to become.
I read through everything on this forum I could about 'dark entities' or hard experiences, and ultimately came to the conclusion that any darkness was coming out of my own personality structure and spiritual place, even if 'real' entities were speaking to me because of that.
There's so much more to the story, I can't really fit it into this post. Separate posts from different angles would probably be more appropriate. I haven't tripped again yet, but I'm on the path back to it. This is a thread for me to work out how to correct those flaws in myself DMT showed me and become worthy of the good parts o fit again. I would greatly appreciate input. I truly love DMT and feel like it is somehow just very close to me, like I was always meant to go there many many times and almost had a home there. And for months there's been a feeling of terror and doom standing between me and that. It felt like being cosmically rejected, isolated, cut off from source. I want to fix that and what caused it.
Recently my mind has been in a very good place, really beginning to face its flaws, really beginning to take a hold of itself where it's always been quite impulsive before now. So I think that I may starting from the right place to overcome this...
I had a series of what, at the time, felt like unbearably terrible experiences on DMT several months ago. The struggle to come to terms with them has certainly been the biggest spiritual challenge of my life so far, and has taught me more about myself than I knew there was to be learned. I thought members here might not mind if I used this thread to address and try to work through the current phase of this challenge. My aim is to find my way back to a loving relationship with DMT and the spiritual world.
At first I was inclined to fight the experiences. I went back several times hoping it would just be different, asking to be shown something else, and eventually resolving to stand down and attack the 'entities' I felt wouldn't leave me alone. Nothing worked. I didn't lose my rational perspective on normal life or feel persecuted in that sense, but there was this profound terror that came to infuse my whole psyche. Everything pointed back to DMT, that was where my spirit was interested in, and that was a place of what felt like hell.
My first few experiences with DMT were beautiful. I'd been needing to get out from the world. Just tired of and wanting something more than humanity. With a faith that I would find the way out, and speak to aliens or explore the greater cosmos. I came to it as a friend and it treated me that way. This dancing elven energy exploded into my room in the first experience, and actually merged with me. My hands moved faster than I've ever seen a human move, forming these hyperdimensoinal shapes in the air in front of me, whilst the consciousness wondered at itself and that it had found a way in. My next few experiences involved going to a place-- it was this very real place, just sideways of our dimension-- that a related kind of entity lived in. These triangular, staring-straight-at-you, hyper-transforming pyramidal structures formed out of their thousands of bodies that I fell down through the corridors of. They were all the same entity, in a way, although there was also a feel of kind of psychic union amongst multiples. Where the first trip involved entities coming into me and merging with me, these later ones involved me looking at them, talking to them. It felt weirdly like a power structure, or a court. I went over to this 'place' several times, and it often felt like it was the... Centre of the Show. The entities were very into themselves being what it was about, and where the game was run from.
When I came back from trips, there would always be this 'What the fuck?' feeling about the world I was coming back to for at least 20 minutes. Almost like I was the DMT coming back and being stunned at the strangeness of it. It would always gravitate to-- 'Wait, how does this work? Who runs this show? So this one guy is in charge, and...'. Basically revelation but it would gravitate to political thoughts.
As time went on I had the completely indescribable trips of cosmic ecstasy, and what felt like a knowledge that the universe was good an perfect and sublime. That suffering was an illusion, determined by spiritual closedness of the sufferers. That the ecstasy was so much more alive, the suffering nothing before it, and that somehow they would re-merge into it or learn it and the difficulty would become irrelevant before the cosmic play it allowed and was a product of. These trips didn't always involve the elven or triangle-staring entities. I had ecstatic sex on DMT, surfed through ecstasy for eternities, played and spoke with these coloured artistic patterns that were drawing themselves onto a 4-d canvas again and again in spiral patterns. In the midst of this, I'd sometimes get the entities from the first time rushing back into me. There was always this feel of 'WE'VE MADE IT', 'WE'LL RUN THE SHOW NOW', 'THIS IS OUR WORLD'.
I actually began to get into conspiracy stuff largely as a result of the impact DMT had on my consciousness (I intend to respect the rules on that here-- I assume it will be ok to note that I got into it, without discussing theory, for the purpose of the healing). I'd been vaguely aware of it before but never looked directly at it. I don't feel much affinity for any conspiracy culture, regardless of the factual conclusions I've come to about power structures now days. There's this smallness and fear that permeates the whole culture, finding just the vastness of the world threatening, lacking in love and acceptance and just brilliance. But, yes, my mind got deep into it and affected by it, and I actually started some trips with Music Videos to do with that playing. Stuff with Masonic checkerboards and symbolism in it. The lyrics were...
'Do you know what it's all about
Are you brave enough to figure out
Know that you could set your world on fire
If you are strong enough to leave your doubts
Feel it...
Breath it...
Believe it...
And you'll be walking on air
Go try...
Go fly...
So high..
And you'll be walking on air
Feel this...
Unless you kill this...
Go on...
And you're forgiven...
I knew that...
I could feel that...
I feel like...
I am walking on air...
'
Interesting lyrics. The video itself (Kerli - Walking on Air) is filled with very creepy puppetry type symbolism. I had some trips where I was convinced I knew what 'the illuminati' was or why it was irrelevant or something to with that, and trips which were about owning the world and 'WE RUN THE SHOW, THE SUFFERERS ARE FOOLS, COME WITH US, CONTROL IS THE WAY TO THIS ECSTASY'. At the time I thought this was the entities speaking.
I tended to be tense around people (perhaps still). But my girlfriend is somebody I love very deeply and feel is good. I tripped fine around her a few times, saw her body as a kind of pure energy structure. She tripped very happily with me in the room, often tripping on my face transforming through a thousand forms. I decided to explore Salvia a bit, had a bad panicky trip where I just flipped out and ended up staring out of a 15th story Window whilst my girlfriend held me back. And then--
Something just snapped. I went one time and I was just flung into prison. At first I was convinced somebody had come into the room and I was stuck in an utterly hellish mindstate of being on DMT whilst some police officer or mundane authority figure was interrogating me or processing me with all the lack of understanding they'd have. I thought life was going to be hell now. I flipped out completely, similar to how I did on Salvia. It was so horrible. Like every fear or experience of getting in trouble as a child, ever agony I'd had over a breaking relationship (I'd had a very bad breakup a year before) and all the cruelness of prison compounded into a psychedelic essence. There was a feeling that I was bad, I had done wrong, I was done for now.
Every time I tried to go back after that, panic kicked in on the come-up, and then everything would spiral. Everything would be dancing hellish elven prison or sirens or the triangle-entities boring into me, tripping themselves out on the essence of what 'horribleness' was and doing it to me. I waited for many weeks in between repeat attempts, and ended up trying to re-acclimatise myself by very low doses so I could figure out my psychological reactions and approach and what to correct. I had a few hints of wonder but I could always feel the fear just beyond. Always was flipping out, feeling like the rooms and sensations DMT was showing me were about to transform into rooms in hell, psychedelic flavoured torture.
I couldn't go back again. I spent many months searching for ways to heal myself, deal with the terror, and find a way back. Trying to figure it out. I got into some anti-drug spirituality, I looked into theories about hostile aliens and all that New Age Stuff, I thought a lot about Christianity. Immediately after the hard trips I'd often veer hard towards a Christian kind of perspective (I've never been Christian), intuitively thinking about the fallen nature of humanity and how love was really the only answer, the only intelligent way to approach life. I'd never thought much about love before that.
I carried on searching, I couldn't stick with any of those perspectives. They ended up seeming fear-based or limited or not accurately explanatory of my experiences about the world. I moved more and more to thinking about love and the best way to make it real. over time I began to realise there were very deep flaws in my own character which DMT had mirrored or played on. I came to realise how fearful parts of my personality (not the whole) had always been, how the 'entities' were really largely psychedelic-intensity elaborations on what I had allowed the structure of my own thoughts and mental patterns to become.
I read through everything on this forum I could about 'dark entities' or hard experiences, and ultimately came to the conclusion that any darkness was coming out of my own personality structure and spiritual place, even if 'real' entities were speaking to me because of that.
There's so much more to the story, I can't really fit it into this post. Separate posts from different angles would probably be more appropriate. I haven't tripped again yet, but I'm on the path back to it. This is a thread for me to work out how to correct those flaws in myself DMT showed me and become worthy of the good parts o fit again. I would greatly appreciate input. I truly love DMT and feel like it is somehow just very close to me, like I was always meant to go there many many times and almost had a home there. And for months there's been a feeling of terror and doom standing between me and that. It felt like being cosmically rejected, isolated, cut off from source. I want to fix that and what caused it.
Recently my mind has been in a very good place, really beginning to face its flaws, really beginning to take a hold of itself where it's always been quite impulsive before now. So I think that I may starting from the right place to overcome this...