When I first started experimenting with DMT, the whole experience was incredibly alien on almost every level - the sounds, the multidimensional objects summoned by impossible beings, the vast jewelled palaces... emerging on the tail end after a smoke would usually entail humbled moments of "what the hell did I just experience!". But the focus was very much on the visions themselves and less so perhaps on what what was learnt..
With time though, the dmt experience has really blossomed into something a lot more meaninginful for me - there's elements of it that are still alien (at least when trying to ponder it outside of hyperspace)- though for the most part it seemes to have shifted more towards self develelopment - the primary focus to nurture my innate capacity for love.. making swiftly known any behaviour that does said capacity a disservice. the intelligence of the dmt experience feels like an old friend now.. and a particularly wise one
What I used to percieve as various entities or spirit guides taking abode in the beyond, I have come to recognise as various costumes worn by the same vast intelligence - culturally recognizable archetypes which helped give some sense of familiarity in such a bizarre and alien place - a guiding hand to surrender in the fleeting moments of confrontation. With time, the jester has removed its mask, and the plot has thickened.
I am interested in how the dmt experience has evolved over time for other members here? Have others undergone similar growth in their relationship with dmt?
With time though, the dmt experience has really blossomed into something a lot more meaninginful for me - there's elements of it that are still alien (at least when trying to ponder it outside of hyperspace)- though for the most part it seemes to have shifted more towards self develelopment - the primary focus to nurture my innate capacity for love.. making swiftly known any behaviour that does said capacity a disservice. the intelligence of the dmt experience feels like an old friend now.. and a particularly wise one
What I used to percieve as various entities or spirit guides taking abode in the beyond, I have come to recognise as various costumes worn by the same vast intelligence - culturally recognizable archetypes which helped give some sense of familiarity in such a bizarre and alien place - a guiding hand to surrender in the fleeting moments of confrontation. With time, the jester has removed its mask, and the plot has thickened.
I am interested in how the dmt experience has evolved over time for other members here? Have others undergone similar growth in their relationship with dmt?