EquaL Observer
Ross
Last night I smoked a small dose of DMT about an hour before going to bed. I hadn't slept in over 24 hours and was having the usual head-space, more hypnagognic visuals than usual when trying to resort to sleep and throughout the day I had light intensity enhancement and was a bit zoned out, strange thoughts tend to come to mind.
The trip itself was benign, patterning s and a semi-clear vision of some teenagers at a part playing with some strange technology. I thought little of it, nice as it was. When lying in bed I had strange hypnagogic visuals, more colours than usual.
The event itself can be ill-described. I do not know whether I was awake or asleep, nonetheless it has the clarity in my mind of full-wakefulness. I remember thinking about how all our thoughts and senses are filtered, flaws in the filters give way to misconceptions but at the end of the day all mental filters are flawed, the true perception of the universe can only be reached with an observer without filters. Immediately as I thought this, I "knew" how to remove the filters and I automatically did so.
I was whirled into the place I sometimes appear in Ayahuasca trips, I am not a person, I have no conceptions of such things, I am solely the universe perceiving itself and I feel massive as if nothing else exists. I am in the midst of transforming "4D" (Only way to really describe different from 3d or 2d) universal walls and I spin frantically between them, as if floating through some spirit world. All filters are removed. I forget a lot of what had happened, there are many gaps. The next thing I know I am chanting in a specific way, my voice sounds not my own, I do this as if to help channel the energy or perhaps to ground myself but nevertheless it came from me without myself giving thought to it. As I chanted magnificent Mayan-styled glyphs flashed before me one at a time, whenever the next one came a sound would accompany it as if a stone was moving into place.
Between before the event and the event, I remember nothing. The end of the event and until waking, I remember nothing except thinking of how I should try to write about this the next day.
So many would be afraid by this, I found it natural, I moved with it as if I had done it before. If only I could remove these filters in day to day life, I mean where does this stuff come from? And why is their so little research on such phenomena?
Anyone had anything similar?
The trip itself was benign, patterning s and a semi-clear vision of some teenagers at a part playing with some strange technology. I thought little of it, nice as it was. When lying in bed I had strange hypnagogic visuals, more colours than usual.
The event itself can be ill-described. I do not know whether I was awake or asleep, nonetheless it has the clarity in my mind of full-wakefulness. I remember thinking about how all our thoughts and senses are filtered, flaws in the filters give way to misconceptions but at the end of the day all mental filters are flawed, the true perception of the universe can only be reached with an observer without filters. Immediately as I thought this, I "knew" how to remove the filters and I automatically did so.
I was whirled into the place I sometimes appear in Ayahuasca trips, I am not a person, I have no conceptions of such things, I am solely the universe perceiving itself and I feel massive as if nothing else exists. I am in the midst of transforming "4D" (Only way to really describe different from 3d or 2d) universal walls and I spin frantically between them, as if floating through some spirit world. All filters are removed. I forget a lot of what had happened, there are many gaps. The next thing I know I am chanting in a specific way, my voice sounds not my own, I do this as if to help channel the energy or perhaps to ground myself but nevertheless it came from me without myself giving thought to it. As I chanted magnificent Mayan-styled glyphs flashed before me one at a time, whenever the next one came a sound would accompany it as if a stone was moving into place.
Between before the event and the event, I remember nothing. The end of the event and until waking, I remember nothing except thinking of how I should try to write about this the next day.
So many would be afraid by this, I found it natural, I moved with it as if I had done it before. If only I could remove these filters in day to day life, I mean where does this stuff come from? And why is their so little research on such phenomena?
Anyone had anything similar?
