coalescentdivide
Rising Star
Experimenting with DMT as much as SWIM does, there's bound to be at least a few times where it really kicks your ass. My last experience report was about my most spiritual experience, this is very much the opposite, in the sense that whatever realm SWIM fell into was not very welcoming. Whatever 'beings' encountered did not seem very impressed or hospitable.
One day, SWIM was sitting out on his deck at his old house on a lounge chair, enjoying the sun. It was a remarkably nice day out, late spring I believe. So time to whip out the spice. SWIM took out his capped metal bowl preloaded with parsley and poured some spice out of the vial. It appeared to be an average dose, but there was a piece in there that looked more solid than usual, but SWIM didn't really care. SWIM smoked that stuff alittle too fast, and the bowl caught on fire for a second. Upon inhaling the final hit, a thought crossed swim's mind that he had done too much, and tried to exhale it right away without holding it, but it was too late. SWIM gripped the armrests of the lounge chair firmly as the ground began to shake and the wind picked up. The wind was REALLY startin to pick up hard, and the table umbrellas were blowin around, but swim was in no state to get up and do anything about it. So swim stayed put, and the wind became so fast almost like a tornado, and all of a sudden the clouds rolled in, thick dark clouds, slight rain, loud thunder and lightning. The table umbrellas appeared to be spinning out of control, one turned inside out. A chair across from me which was really only like 6 feet away appeared to be 20 feet away. I could 'see' the wind, as if it was alive, ripping around a tearing through everything in its path. I saw some of this 'wind' hit the chair across from me, blowing it to bits inside out. The best way I can describe it was as if the chair turned inside out dimensionally, ripping apart in 4 dimensional space. The wind then circled one of the massive pine trees in the yard nearby. The wind appeared to breathe life into this enormous ancient looking tree that towered over me, and gazing upon it caused a deep fear to grow inside me. The tree appeared so old, so ancient and full of wisdom, that if I were to know a fraction of what it knows my head would explode. I started to feel this 'knowing' flood me and in fear I shut my eyes, but that made it worse. As soon as swim closed his eyes, something that NO WORDS can describe was there, and panged through my consciousness like a high voltage electric shock. NO NO NO were the words rushing through swims mind, and he immediately opened his eyes to avoid having to see it again. The wind was still in the tree, and then swirled back out and into the clouds. As it swirled through the cloud, I could see twisted faces of disembodied heads floating about through the clouds, and the wind swept back up into the sky. Still gripping my armrest desperately as to not be swept away, the wind died down, and the storm began to dissipate, as well as the effects.
This account and many of swims accounts seem to have a common theme, the weather. The weather always seems to change abruptly upon swim's outdoor dosing, then return to the way it was before. SWIM being a man of science thought it was possible that it was merely the effects of the DMT, but even in situations where others are present, they experience the shift as well, dosed or not. There is definitely more going on here than we think.
One day, SWIM was sitting out on his deck at his old house on a lounge chair, enjoying the sun. It was a remarkably nice day out, late spring I believe. So time to whip out the spice. SWIM took out his capped metal bowl preloaded with parsley and poured some spice out of the vial. It appeared to be an average dose, but there was a piece in there that looked more solid than usual, but SWIM didn't really care. SWIM smoked that stuff alittle too fast, and the bowl caught on fire for a second. Upon inhaling the final hit, a thought crossed swim's mind that he had done too much, and tried to exhale it right away without holding it, but it was too late. SWIM gripped the armrests of the lounge chair firmly as the ground began to shake and the wind picked up. The wind was REALLY startin to pick up hard, and the table umbrellas were blowin around, but swim was in no state to get up and do anything about it. So swim stayed put, and the wind became so fast almost like a tornado, and all of a sudden the clouds rolled in, thick dark clouds, slight rain, loud thunder and lightning. The table umbrellas appeared to be spinning out of control, one turned inside out. A chair across from me which was really only like 6 feet away appeared to be 20 feet away. I could 'see' the wind, as if it was alive, ripping around a tearing through everything in its path. I saw some of this 'wind' hit the chair across from me, blowing it to bits inside out. The best way I can describe it was as if the chair turned inside out dimensionally, ripping apart in 4 dimensional space. The wind then circled one of the massive pine trees in the yard nearby. The wind appeared to breathe life into this enormous ancient looking tree that towered over me, and gazing upon it caused a deep fear to grow inside me. The tree appeared so old, so ancient and full of wisdom, that if I were to know a fraction of what it knows my head would explode. I started to feel this 'knowing' flood me and in fear I shut my eyes, but that made it worse. As soon as swim closed his eyes, something that NO WORDS can describe was there, and panged through my consciousness like a high voltage electric shock. NO NO NO were the words rushing through swims mind, and he immediately opened his eyes to avoid having to see it again. The wind was still in the tree, and then swirled back out and into the clouds. As it swirled through the cloud, I could see twisted faces of disembodied heads floating about through the clouds, and the wind swept back up into the sky. Still gripping my armrest desperately as to not be swept away, the wind died down, and the storm began to dissipate, as well as the effects.
This account and many of swims accounts seem to have a common theme, the weather. The weather always seems to change abruptly upon swim's outdoor dosing, then return to the way it was before. SWIM being a man of science thought it was possible that it was merely the effects of the DMT, but even in situations where others are present, they experience the shift as well, dosed or not. There is definitely more going on here than we think.
