WOW.
That sums it up for me. As an avid user of psychedelics I recently found my way to DMT. My first trip was not a break through, but enough to get me pretty excited about the power of the stuff. The following evening I loaded up my "machine" with about 100 mg's (too much I know). One big hit was all it took and I was gone. It was instant, "they" were waiting for me, asking me what took so long. I had obviously been seeking them out and felt as if they knew it and were excited that I, no not I, but whatever your being is when you are there, finally arrived. After adjusting something on the right side of my face just above my eye I was able to see past the moving colours/kaleidoscope patterns etc directly into their world. The adjustment took about what I would guess was 15 seconds. Very strange they kept themselves at a distance, but one got close enough to touch my energy and adjust me. They could also control where I looked pointing out different things for me to look at. There was a constant rambling of noises that I think was words or some sort of communication between them, I could not explain it if I tried using words. Every once in a while they would communicate with me in english, but without talking. Only a few words, I was able to imply the rest somehow. After showing me some things that would take pages to explain with words, machines that were not machines, but had life in them. I got the sense that I was leaving or being forced to leave and was escorted out by a different type of being.
Next thing I remember is drawing a breath back into my body. I was back. 6 minutes. Felt like a lot longer than that.
I went back about 30 minutes later, they were waiting, it was a bit less profound the second time.
Over the next few days I went repeatedly, but I got away from the essence of it and was just going for shits. Not good. I was loading the machine up with massive doses and hitting it as big as I could and getting blown away, but was having trouble taking anything away from the experiences or learning or growing from it. I also went drunk a few times and remember them being cool, but not letting me very deep.
I realized that I was completely not using DMT as intended. I got away from the ritual I had started with it and was just blasting off mindlessly. Never again.
I did more research and ordered myself a GVG and am patiently waiting for it. I know that I was wasting so much with the "machine" and that I need to put some time and effort in to find my personal sweet spot rather than just hit it hard.
I look forward to continued experiences.
Great site you have yourselves here. Lots of light and love. Pretty rare these days.
That sums it up for me. As an avid user of psychedelics I recently found my way to DMT. My first trip was not a break through, but enough to get me pretty excited about the power of the stuff. The following evening I loaded up my "machine" with about 100 mg's (too much I know). One big hit was all it took and I was gone. It was instant, "they" were waiting for me, asking me what took so long. I had obviously been seeking them out and felt as if they knew it and were excited that I, no not I, but whatever your being is when you are there, finally arrived. After adjusting something on the right side of my face just above my eye I was able to see past the moving colours/kaleidoscope patterns etc directly into their world. The adjustment took about what I would guess was 15 seconds. Very strange they kept themselves at a distance, but one got close enough to touch my energy and adjust me. They could also control where I looked pointing out different things for me to look at. There was a constant rambling of noises that I think was words or some sort of communication between them, I could not explain it if I tried using words. Every once in a while they would communicate with me in english, but without talking. Only a few words, I was able to imply the rest somehow. After showing me some things that would take pages to explain with words, machines that were not machines, but had life in them. I got the sense that I was leaving or being forced to leave and was escorted out by a different type of being.
Next thing I remember is drawing a breath back into my body. I was back. 6 minutes. Felt like a lot longer than that.
I went back about 30 minutes later, they were waiting, it was a bit less profound the second time.
Over the next few days I went repeatedly, but I got away from the essence of it and was just going for shits. Not good. I was loading the machine up with massive doses and hitting it as big as I could and getting blown away, but was having trouble taking anything away from the experiences or learning or growing from it. I also went drunk a few times and remember them being cool, but not letting me very deep.
I realized that I was completely not using DMT as intended. I got away from the ritual I had started with it and was just blasting off mindlessly. Never again.
I did more research and ordered myself a GVG and am patiently waiting for it. I know that I was wasting so much with the "machine" and that I need to put some time and effort in to find my personal sweet spot rather than just hit it hard.
I look forward to continued experiences.
Great site you have yourselves here. Lots of light and love. Pretty rare these days.
