Hyperspace 1, Breakthrough 1

[Snarr]

Well this is the second time SWIM has entered the realm. The first, almost 10 years ago, he vaugley remembers coming out of hyperspace-- quickly, and seeing a giant pyramid made of multi-colored numbers and letters, and then zap, he was standing in the hall outside the room he was physically in. The hall was greyish and pale, and he was wondering where they were, why they didn't want to talk to him. He wondered if he was in a dead area, whether they didn't know he was here, or where to look for him. He wondered whether or not he should open the door at the end of the hall and look for them. He realized he probably couldn't open the door. Either it was locked, or he didn't have time. Then someone spoke, another laughed, and he was awake again.

Fast forward 10 years and many hours pondering what was behind the door. The procurement of techniques and materials synthesizing into agents he thought had passed beyond his grasp. And then tonight, finally, the chance to find the door and open it, to finally see what they had to say.

But SWIMS ride through hyperspace was turbulent, and his body was unwilling to let him go. Therianthropic owls clutched at him, shot their red darts as he accelerated through geometrics of hyperspace; trying to snag him, trying to anchor him in their reality. But he was moving to fast, and his body was to heavey. His eyes fluttered, his back spasmed. No relaxing words came from a sitter, no comfort could be found on his resting place. He sat up, looked around and thought it was over, he looked at himself and realized it wasn't. His arms were a mass of writhing multicolored snakes. The room kept dissapering into a tumult of chromatic patterns. He closed his eyes and was again hurtling through hyperspace, but the discomfort of reality was wracking his body, and the journey was short lived. The sharp patterns subsided into waves of colour, lapping into his vision until earth was once again visible.

He entered reality again and this time stayed.

He is now contemplating the next attempt, and hopes to breakthrough.

 

[Nordic]

Man I would say that was pretty much broken through!!!!!!!!!!!
I get the why were they not there thing. I happened to me the first time.
On some level I also saw it as most polite in that I had some serious unneccesary issues with spice...
Despite nearly 2 decades worth of takeing physcedelics, I had now way of being prepared for what I saw.
It started as a circle with lines detoning 3 sections of the circumferance, It was just a flat little quint image made of light, a sort of test patern , no real texture but it was panted in litle triangles of red and purple alternating. Then three little flames made from grey smoke danced infront of it a little. Hmmm mild but realy cute
Then it was replaced by more complex patterns and shapes in typical alex grey modality. (wasn't realy familiar with that before)
Then kind of like what happens in a dream there was a scene transition, i.e. no going through holes and stuff, I jsut suddenly was somewhere else, with the sensation of foating on my back, being able to control direction with breathing, which was something that felt like it was only occuring 15 minutes appart (breaths). It must have been some palace or something like that, just based on the scale of the "rooms " I was in, an the sheer magnificence, if not godliness. The whole time I had the sensation the place was packed with people, but htey must be hiding behind things like people at a surprise party. The air smelled like my childhood friend's mom's house when she baked cookies, absolutely divine, but I never saw noone, for the longest time I could not even realy describe what I saw as the scale was just so out there. At some point there was another transition and I was actualy looking at some kind of door it seemed old with a flowery type metal lattice work on top. I became rather angst filled at that moment realising I wasn't at all prepared for whatever else cpould be on the other side of that door. My bravery left me, but it left me with no shame, there is no defeat in the face of such asymetrical mental warfare. I could suddenly taste the smoked dmt collect in the phlegm in the back of my throat and remembered that its probably a sign of it wearing off now, as I had very little bodily feedback up till then... I opened my eyes and stared silently at a large painting of a river with a mountian in the background, the colours were almost jumping off the canvass with vibrancy, whereas before it was dull and uninteresting. My wife sat next to me, several minutes took place before a single word was said.

I was so dissapointed because I didn't break through... (which I did)
the colours and patterns and pretty fluff is sub breakthough... the trasnportation to another realm isn't.

BUT NOW TO GET BACK TO YOU.
You need to get one of those things people put over their eyes to sleep on a plane (sorry english is not my first language, here and there a word in my dictionary is blank)
If you read The spirit molecule, you will see that during clynical testing the actualy changed to start using those as there was a significant amount of "bad" experiences with people opening their eyes too soon...

Realy hold on, keep em closed, try to love it, regardless, it comes in waves sometimes like a shroom trip.
I remember repeating to myself in my mind, "I can;t believe I'm here, I can't believe I'm here"
Just where I had no idea, but it
It was a place of great beauty

 

[Asheville]

Wow man yea sounds like you broke through. And I think Nordic has a good idea about why they didnt interact with you, maybe to let you familiarize yourself a little first..