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overthinking the unthinkable
Something has been in my mind more and more over the last few months. It struck me finally after some years pondering why my DMT experiences were nothing like what many people report.
I never so far see bright colours after something like 50 experiences. I've not been counting, could be more or less. Roughly 50.
These have ranged from very low dose to quite extreme over dose. Im sure many have been well into breakthrough territory although I sort of dislike the whole categorisation of trip levels. I have experienced unbelievable things as bizarre and profound as many other reports. Entities a plenty, x-dimensional mind melting, conversations with plants in the garden, deletion of existence, brain inspecting mechanical arachnids, you name it.
But never bright colours in any memorable form. Everything has been clear and transparent like polished glass, or dull outlines, or murky and muddy.
I've seen amazing geometry often. Without any real or memorable colours. Fractal perfection but made of perfectly see through glass.
Quite often a horribly confusing, quite brutal and raw dimension where nothing makes any sense, there is no beauty, just extreme complexity and violent, frantic vibrations and movements. Entities that crowd in a claustrophobic manner, waving right in front of my visual anchor point. Chattering and gibberish, to distraction.
All of these things puzzle me and tend to keep me on low doses, threshold, where gentle and welcoming entities play.
Now to the title of the topic. I wonder if the bright colours missing are what make the visuals so often disturbing and unpleasant. It is almost like the transparent fractals are not opaque enough to hide the hidden workings of the immense machine behind the typical DMT beauty. I'm starting to wonder if something in me is missing and that is why I can see the oily, dirty engine room behind the magic.
Can anyone relate? Give advice? Share wisdom?
I never so far see bright colours after something like 50 experiences. I've not been counting, could be more or less. Roughly 50.
These have ranged from very low dose to quite extreme over dose. Im sure many have been well into breakthrough territory although I sort of dislike the whole categorisation of trip levels. I have experienced unbelievable things as bizarre and profound as many other reports. Entities a plenty, x-dimensional mind melting, conversations with plants in the garden, deletion of existence, brain inspecting mechanical arachnids, you name it.
But never bright colours in any memorable form. Everything has been clear and transparent like polished glass, or dull outlines, or murky and muddy.
I've seen amazing geometry often. Without any real or memorable colours. Fractal perfection but made of perfectly see through glass.
Quite often a horribly confusing, quite brutal and raw dimension where nothing makes any sense, there is no beauty, just extreme complexity and violent, frantic vibrations and movements. Entities that crowd in a claustrophobic manner, waving right in front of my visual anchor point. Chattering and gibberish, to distraction.
All of these things puzzle me and tend to keep me on low doses, threshold, where gentle and welcoming entities play.
Now to the title of the topic. I wonder if the bright colours missing are what make the visuals so often disturbing and unpleasant. It is almost like the transparent fractals are not opaque enough to hide the hidden workings of the immense machine behind the typical DMT beauty. I'm starting to wonder if something in me is missing and that is why I can see the oily, dirty engine room behind the magic.
Can anyone relate? Give advice? Share wisdom?