Chrono Temporal
Rising Star
I feel everytime I use DMT I am starting to cross over to "another side" or being taken outside this known reality. I see the world for what it is, a pixalated computer generated game that I must play. When I have broken through on a big dose it would seem as if I actually have "broken through" the fabric of reality, taken to the white place of creation with all it's technologies and computer beeps and boops. I have been home three times. First I was greeted by a female goddess who emanated the emotion of love and wished me the best in life. The second time I was abducted or awoken, by my unrecognizable E.T. crew members who debriefed me on my results in the reality simulator, that I apparently was the architect of. For the third time, my body was stuck with innumerable invisible connector pins as I fade back to the white rooms of enigma and meet a giant colorless human spirit who encouraged me to be safe.
That may or may not seem strange to you, but what probably is, is that I think you're agents of "the outside" trying to get me to take DMT so that I may return. That wouldn't be such a problem only if the "I" in "ME" didn't think this reality was the real one, and the DMT reality was the fake one.
I believe the people around me are NCP's (non player characters) in a video game, nothing but a computer program to facilitate my needs. Guided by what I believe to be an ever adapting A.I. system which reacts to my actions to keep this organizational system in place. Some characters might have A.I. because they think they're alive like me, I am not so sure. Whatever happens here doesn't matter as I will be allowed to leave when I die or have accomplished my purpose. While I'm trapped here I recognize my role to sustain this body through food, sleep and safety. Those are acquired with currency which is earned through work, meaning I must work to continue my temporary existence here. Though this trial is pointless in my eyes, I still hold an iota of uncertainty that this game of life is real and DMT is a lie. Being wrong is a risk I'm not prepared to take, otherwise a simple self destruction of vital organs would end the question and end the simulation.
I'm not sure whether you're friend or foe, or if DMT is an illusion or home.
That may or may not seem strange to you, but what probably is, is that I think you're agents of "the outside" trying to get me to take DMT so that I may return. That wouldn't be such a problem only if the "I" in "ME" didn't think this reality was the real one, and the DMT reality was the fake one.
I believe the people around me are NCP's (non player characters) in a video game, nothing but a computer program to facilitate my needs. Guided by what I believe to be an ever adapting A.I. system which reacts to my actions to keep this organizational system in place. Some characters might have A.I. because they think they're alive like me, I am not so sure. Whatever happens here doesn't matter as I will be allowed to leave when I die or have accomplished my purpose. While I'm trapped here I recognize my role to sustain this body through food, sleep and safety. Those are acquired with currency which is earned through work, meaning I must work to continue my temporary existence here. Though this trial is pointless in my eyes, I still hold an iota of uncertainty that this game of life is real and DMT is a lie. Being wrong is a risk I'm not prepared to take, otherwise a simple self destruction of vital organs would end the question and end the simulation.
I'm not sure whether you're friend or foe, or if DMT is an illusion or home.