You couldn't help yourself, could you? Sorry, there's no porn here, but I thought I might do a compilation of DMT experiences, in no particular order. Though "first steps in hyperspace" is a misnomer as I've lots of experience:
Flowing down the chocolate mountain from the board game Candyland, winding through a maze of green hedges where tons of little green elves (just like the ones from the early Simpson's cartoons--Lisa's favorite creepy show) are in the periphery . .
The corner of my room opens up and a vast field of--for lack of a better word--choir of angels extends for eternity, just hangin' out, chillin' . .
I set the bong down and it disappears, it just jumps away, as systematically everything else in my room does as well, everything is morphing and changing, my room is no longer my room, my eyes are wide open in astonishment as everything shifts to Lego Land. I begin to worry when my window vanishes, then my door is gone and I'm stuck, can't move, I'm dead, I'm dead, I've gone too far, what've I done? Who's going to feed my dog. I lay down and die . . then slowly come back, laughing, and laughing, oh my . . .
I am a wash in white light, the light of what I cannot say, but I suspect is the light the mystics of old refer to as "heaven"--and there is singing, and the Light pours through me . . .
My deceased mother hovers over me, playing with me, tugging at my solar plexus like I was a kitten and she was the string. She is trying to pull me from my body, sort of, and I laugh and cry and laugh some more . . .
A woman made of golden cubed light, long hair, dress, all made of golden light, dances on my ceiling . . .
I'm dead again. There is nothing but the purest of Darkness. "What the hell? What is this?" Nothing but Darkness, living Darkness. I finally find my window and look out, I'm alive again, how about that? Death isn't so bad. Dang, this stuff is intense!
Machines in space, round, complex, just a glimpse . . .
I am in Candyland and have broken reality. I am playing with the very fabric of reality . .
I exist in two places, I am aware of lying in my bed, yet I relax myself out of my body and extend my awareness to a point far out in space, and I exist between breaths in what I will later write in my journal as The Holy Moment . . .
Outside, post DMT relaxing, looking up at the clouds. Daytime. A rainbow shimmer in the clouds becomes a gigantic Starship--or UFO--that de-cloaks itself for me and me alone, giving me a good look before it re-cloaks itself. This was an answer to a long prayer of mine . . .
Well, I could go one, but I'll leave you now, as I must get to work.
Flowing down the chocolate mountain from the board game Candyland, winding through a maze of green hedges where tons of little green elves (just like the ones from the early Simpson's cartoons--Lisa's favorite creepy show) are in the periphery . .
The corner of my room opens up and a vast field of--for lack of a better word--choir of angels extends for eternity, just hangin' out, chillin' . .
I set the bong down and it disappears, it just jumps away, as systematically everything else in my room does as well, everything is morphing and changing, my room is no longer my room, my eyes are wide open in astonishment as everything shifts to Lego Land. I begin to worry when my window vanishes, then my door is gone and I'm stuck, can't move, I'm dead, I'm dead, I've gone too far, what've I done? Who's going to feed my dog. I lay down and die . . then slowly come back, laughing, and laughing, oh my . . .
I am a wash in white light, the light of what I cannot say, but I suspect is the light the mystics of old refer to as "heaven"--and there is singing, and the Light pours through me . . .
My deceased mother hovers over me, playing with me, tugging at my solar plexus like I was a kitten and she was the string. She is trying to pull me from my body, sort of, and I laugh and cry and laugh some more . . .
A woman made of golden cubed light, long hair, dress, all made of golden light, dances on my ceiling . . .
I'm dead again. There is nothing but the purest of Darkness. "What the hell? What is this?" Nothing but Darkness, living Darkness. I finally find my window and look out, I'm alive again, how about that? Death isn't so bad. Dang, this stuff is intense!
Machines in space, round, complex, just a glimpse . . .
I am in Candyland and have broken reality. I am playing with the very fabric of reality . .
I exist in two places, I am aware of lying in my bed, yet I relax myself out of my body and extend my awareness to a point far out in space, and I exist between breaths in what I will later write in my journal as The Holy Moment . . .
Outside, post DMT relaxing, looking up at the clouds. Daytime. A rainbow shimmer in the clouds becomes a gigantic Starship--or UFO--that de-cloaks itself for me and me alone, giving me a good look before it re-cloaks itself. This was an answer to a long prayer of mine . . .
Well, I could go one, but I'll leave you now, as I must get to work.
