So I was always interested in how song, memory and the dmt experience are tied together. There were several times months/years later after a few harrowing experience to where I could vividly remember portions of a couple of the experiences. Always thought that was interesting in itself, but nothing ever progressed from it, so I kind've chucked that whole thing aside, not putting much more energy into it.
Fast forward to yesterday evening, sun setting, sunny day and blue sky, I was sitting outside reading -Mystery School In Hyperspace- by Graham St. John, actually rereading a few sections more carefully because of interest. I had stumbled on a particular passage describing this one individuals dmt experience, I then started reading it. When reading things like this, especially if they hit home, I would always get that feeling, that unmistakable familiarity and transcedental feeling, something made presence in the air, waiting; but that's where it would usually stop. As I was reading this passage I began to really read it aloud, in my mind, with as much passion and interest as I've always had, putting real emotion into it, sort've like one would do when acting in a role in a play or skit. Doing this, those same memories I'd mentioned of my past dmt experiences - they started taking shape as they've done before.
The passage reads:
[Will preface by saying I had taken a couple rips from some cannabis prior to picking up this book to read]
About half way through reading this passage I started getting those same feelings I mentioned above, this time though they went quite a ways further. I'm going to do my best here to articulate this - as I was reading, looking at the air between the lines, the 'empty' space between the lines, the empty space hovering above my rested hands as I held the book open, this empty space started to melt ever slightly, and in that melting the hyper-colored realm that begins to shift in and out of visual perception, started to form between the lines, these same twisting, circular motions that are akin to the very beginnings of all my dmt experiences. My body started losing its weight, I started freaking out slightly, being completely side-swiped by what was happening. Within seconds from this point I looked to my hands, looking at the empty air-space above my right hand holding the book open, the impossible geometries, retaining those vibrant backlit hyper-pastel colors - began taking form on my hands, looking up at the sunset - things began to parse into a multitude of color [same as the color enveloping the empty spacing around me], not going too far there, more or less staying within a handful of observable color ranges. Looking around, everything began to take on that ethereal, trickster, jokes on you vibe along with the trembling of all observable barriers, felt as if at any moment things could've gotten much, much deeper.
I'm still in shock, disbelief. It felt as if the emotion, the cannabis, the memories, the act of reading line after line within my mind - all these things together were potent ingredients in the making of this. This experience changes people, obviously, but to the degree at which it's able to change a person ..the waters for me there are murky, lines blur, I'm unsure of how far this could've went. Anyways thanks for reading, it's early as I tried to get this out quickly. Thanks
Fast forward to yesterday evening, sun setting, sunny day and blue sky, I was sitting outside reading -Mystery School In Hyperspace- by Graham St. John, actually rereading a few sections more carefully because of interest. I had stumbled on a particular passage describing this one individuals dmt experience, I then started reading it. When reading things like this, especially if they hit home, I would always get that feeling, that unmistakable familiarity and transcedental feeling, something made presence in the air, waiting; but that's where it would usually stop. As I was reading this passage I began to really read it aloud, in my mind, with as much passion and interest as I've always had, putting real emotion into it, sort've like one would do when acting in a role in a play or skit. Doing this, those same memories I'd mentioned of my past dmt experiences - they started taking shape as they've done before.
The passage reads:
Mystery School in Hyperspace said:The vaults seemed to zoom explosively outward then and the gallery expanded ad infinitum into a gargantuan, labyrinthine, almost interstellar space, and through every vault poured the miraculous and zany imps who make the tryptamine hyperdimension their home. The tentacles of lapiz lazuli gathered these capricious, multi-colored enigmas in towards the center, and became the architechtonic scaffolding of their new multi-dimensional reality, a world which I found myself dab smack in the middle of. It was like a liquid mind ecology of staggering and alien complexity, the mind as it crosses over into quantum warpdrive and migrates even further out into the oceanic beyond. At this point the glorious geometries transcended what is even vaguely feasible in this 3-dimensional mundane world, constantly conscrescing into new and variegated permutations, exfoliating out of themselves what might be called hyperspherologies of the divine, and to look anywhere was to be shot clean through with scintillating amazement. Crowding and cramming themselves into my field of vision were thousands upon thousands of beings of every imaginable sort and many that were completely unimaginable.
[Will preface by saying I had taken a couple rips from some cannabis prior to picking up this book to read]
About half way through reading this passage I started getting those same feelings I mentioned above, this time though they went quite a ways further. I'm going to do my best here to articulate this - as I was reading, looking at the air between the lines, the 'empty' space between the lines, the empty space hovering above my rested hands as I held the book open, this empty space started to melt ever slightly, and in that melting the hyper-colored realm that begins to shift in and out of visual perception, started to form between the lines, these same twisting, circular motions that are akin to the very beginnings of all my dmt experiences. My body started losing its weight, I started freaking out slightly, being completely side-swiped by what was happening. Within seconds from this point I looked to my hands, looking at the empty air-space above my right hand holding the book open, the impossible geometries, retaining those vibrant backlit hyper-pastel colors - began taking form on my hands, looking up at the sunset - things began to parse into a multitude of color [same as the color enveloping the empty spacing around me], not going too far there, more or less staying within a handful of observable color ranges. Looking around, everything began to take on that ethereal, trickster, jokes on you vibe along with the trembling of all observable barriers, felt as if at any moment things could've gotten much, much deeper.
I'm still in shock, disbelief. It felt as if the emotion, the cannabis, the memories, the act of reading line after line within my mind - all these things together were potent ingredients in the making of this. This experience changes people, obviously, but to the degree at which it's able to change a person ..the waters for me there are murky, lines blur, I'm unsure of how far this could've went. Anyways thanks for reading, it's early as I tried to get this out quickly. Thanks