Friends,
I have been reset from the alien entity therapy session!
I really wanted to "spend a day in hyperspace." For this old lady that means two or more breakthroughs.
2:15 p.m., 52 mg, freebase bubbler, the fear was tremendous! I've quit denying it. I've quit calling it apprehension or trepidation. I still say there is a bit of a zingy refreshment to such intense emotion for one so burned out.
We had Shplongle playing. I don't remember noticing the music much except for the transition from "Behind Closed Eyes" to "Divine Moments of Truth." There was tremendous time dilation and stoppage for awhile. No backwards running this time though.
When I wound up in the breakthrough space I had a heavy deja vu reaction. "I've been here before!"
It was outdoors. But, there were large quartzite structures and grave-deep openings in the ground. It took place in the far future but it took input from my childhood - a local cementary my friends and I used to visit as children. There were little, joyous entities there. I was at the bottom of a grave with large quartzite structures around me. The main color of this realm was bright white, bright, bright, white everywhere. Other colors included dark green of the trees and other plants and dark brown of rich earth. The geometry of this "reality" was square and rectangular, gravelike. The emotional content was joyous. No terror or fear. All fear dissolved at the point of breakthrough. At worst, ambivalence.
I suspect that there will be few or none to attend my actual funeral and that was the case here, but there were many joyous, hyper-dimensional entities ready to help me with the transition and show me around the new territory so to speak. The entire thing felt like a warmup or rehersal for my own funeral. And I had been there before, I had done this before . . .
7:27 p.m., 54 mg, freebase bubbler, the fear was there but less than before. I broke through into a bizarre, alien, beautiful realm of red, white, blue and yellow. Blue the primary color with white the background. Squares and rectangles were the geometry. There were taunting entities who knew I would be returning to 3-D, consensual reality with only petty language as a descriptive tool. They were peeking out between giant blue slabs of twisted reality filled with infinitely small biomechanical detailed objects that were truly indescribable. An entity would tauntingly direct my attention to something and telepathically challenge me to be able to describe it with language. After that another entity would show me something equally indesribable between a different set of giant, blue, biomechanical slabs. The sense was of being outdoors but with these huge, slab-like structures.
Somewhere the scene changed to a delightful, active, synesthetic drawing/painting in 3-D by Shplongle. Delightful. The music would draw lines in red, white, blue and yellow and 2-D ojects such as geometric shapes and suits from playing cards would spin off of the 2-D lines to become 3-D entities! Incredibly synesthetic! I was very aware that Shplongle was drawing this reality which was very playful and beautiful.
Nemo Amicus said I opened my eyes after five minutes. I remember looking at him and he looked like he was completely made out of sand - like a sand sculpture. He looked very coherent, though like he could dissolve by loosing sand particles at any moment. He was partially held together with static electricity. It a was very handsome, very beautiful and very cool way to view my soulmate.
Mission accomplished. Thank you DMT!
Peace & Love,
Pandora
I have been reset from the alien entity therapy session!
I really wanted to "spend a day in hyperspace." For this old lady that means two or more breakthroughs.
2:15 p.m., 52 mg, freebase bubbler, the fear was tremendous! I've quit denying it. I've quit calling it apprehension or trepidation. I still say there is a bit of a zingy refreshment to such intense emotion for one so burned out.
We had Shplongle playing. I don't remember noticing the music much except for the transition from "Behind Closed Eyes" to "Divine Moments of Truth." There was tremendous time dilation and stoppage for awhile. No backwards running this time though.
When I wound up in the breakthrough space I had a heavy deja vu reaction. "I've been here before!"
It was outdoors. But, there were large quartzite structures and grave-deep openings in the ground. It took place in the far future but it took input from my childhood - a local cementary my friends and I used to visit as children. There were little, joyous entities there. I was at the bottom of a grave with large quartzite structures around me. The main color of this realm was bright white, bright, bright, white everywhere. Other colors included dark green of the trees and other plants and dark brown of rich earth. The geometry of this "reality" was square and rectangular, gravelike. The emotional content was joyous. No terror or fear. All fear dissolved at the point of breakthrough. At worst, ambivalence.
I suspect that there will be few or none to attend my actual funeral and that was the case here, but there were many joyous, hyper-dimensional entities ready to help me with the transition and show me around the new territory so to speak. The entire thing felt like a warmup or rehersal for my own funeral. And I had been there before, I had done this before . . .
7:27 p.m., 54 mg, freebase bubbler, the fear was there but less than before. I broke through into a bizarre, alien, beautiful realm of red, white, blue and yellow. Blue the primary color with white the background. Squares and rectangles were the geometry. There were taunting entities who knew I would be returning to 3-D, consensual reality with only petty language as a descriptive tool. They were peeking out between giant blue slabs of twisted reality filled with infinitely small biomechanical detailed objects that were truly indescribable. An entity would tauntingly direct my attention to something and telepathically challenge me to be able to describe it with language. After that another entity would show me something equally indesribable between a different set of giant, blue, biomechanical slabs. The sense was of being outdoors but with these huge, slab-like structures.
Somewhere the scene changed to a delightful, active, synesthetic drawing/painting in 3-D by Shplongle. Delightful. The music would draw lines in red, white, blue and yellow and 2-D ojects such as geometric shapes and suits from playing cards would spin off of the 2-D lines to become 3-D entities! Incredibly synesthetic! I was very aware that Shplongle was drawing this reality which was very playful and beautiful.
Nemo Amicus said I opened my eyes after five minutes. I remember looking at him and he looked like he was completely made out of sand - like a sand sculpture. He looked very coherent, though like he could dissolve by loosing sand particles at any moment. He was partially held together with static electricity. It a was very handsome, very beautiful and very cool way to view my soulmate.
Mission accomplished. Thank you DMT!
Peace & Love,
Pandora
