Legal Disclaimer: The story below is fantasy fiction.
First, I had four sub-breakthroughs, and then... one major (accidental overdose) FULL breakthrough. The full breakthrough made me thank God/The-Conscious-Universe for allowing me to experience going to the other side, but even more than that, I thanked God/The-Conscious-Universe (both during the experience and after) for allowing me to come back. This is the story of the full breakthrough.
That night I began by writing a love letter to God/The-Conscious-Universe
"I will to learn
what the universe
wills me to learn.
I will to see
what the universe
wants me to see.
I will to do
what the universe
wants me to do.
Love Gratitude
I love you
truly.
I love you
forever.
Please let me hear the carrier wave tonight."
I packed a bowl (I have no idea how much was there, I never had a scale, I simply created a pile of pure spice in the bowl about the size of a bowl of bud) and sat with my legs crossed. I vaporized and held 2 huge thick hits (the vapor was so thick, I instantly realized I had packed and inhaled "too much", much more than the usual 0.05 gram dose people take.)
Suddenly I heard the carrier wave I had been hoping for for so long, increasing in loudness and pitch up and up as this sound/vibration tuned my spirit/consciousness/awareness to an extremely high frequency.
It didn't seem like I was going somewhere else, there was no "warp speed moving through a tunnel to a far away place" image or feeling for me, not at all, this sound simply quickly began and increased in loudness and pitch until there was a breaking glass sound and I was suddenly tuned into a frequency/dimension that we usually aren't tuned into.
(It seems to me like this frequency/dimension is always right here, existing just as radio waves are right here existing wherever we are, we simply are not usually tuned into it. So it's not about "going" anywhere far away, like traveling to the pleiades or something, it's about tuning into the reality that exists right here right now.)
Anyway, when the carrier wave sound suddenly gave my spirit/consciousness/awareness/third-eye/whatever the ability to see this higher frequency/dimension, first came 2 small surprises, and then came a big surprise.
The first small surprise was: when I broke through, right in front of me yet slightly to my left was a jester's head, connected to a metal spring, popping out of a box (a jack-in-the-box), saying telepathically "This is it! This, is, it!" twice in a welcoming way.
It had a jester cap on its head (pointy triangle-shaped tips with balls on the end) and the same kind of jester thing around its neck (pointy triangle tips with balls on the end), below that was merely a metal spring coming out of a box.
What? A jester? Why a jester? And why does it have an inanimate body?
Of course I had read about the wide range of entities which people have reported seeing, and a few people had described jesters, but I did not at all expect to see a jester myself, because I didn't have any interest or strong feelings about jesters, neither negative nor positive.
So, since I wasn't expecting to see a jester, my first impression was that I was not creating this with my mind, that instead I was seeing a spirit that actually was there, existing, right next to where I was sitting, slightly to my left, exactly where a desktop computer sits (which made me think that this was the "spirit" of the inanimate computer, perhaps the electricity coursing through it, the frequency which the computer emits, has a corresponding "spirit" which would help explain why its image was half animate, half inanimate.)
Next, I realized the second surprising part of this vision, it wasn't just an eye effect centered in the center of my vision, it was definitely slightly to my left.
This was surprising to me, because in the past, when I had done LSD and mushrooms, I never saw anything that "wasn't there", I never hallucinated really, but I did see a slight breathing of everything, and I saw a centered symmetrical snowflake-style pattern applied upon everything, with the center being wherever my eyes looked, for example if I looked down at the ground, the random gravel seemed like it was actually a symmetrical snowflake-style interesting pattern, and if I looked at a wall there was the same snowflake-pattern, the snowflake-pattern stayed in the center of my field of vision no matter where I looked, so I knew that effect was just related to my eyes. If the snowflake pattern were to stay in one stationary place, while I slowly panned elsewhere, that would have been a surprise, but no, with LSD and mushrooms, in my experience, the snowflake pattern always stayed in the center, and thus was just an eye effect, like wearing glasses with a special kaleidoscope lens.
So, this half-living jester was surprising in this way, because from the start, it wasn't just a snowflake pattern, and it wasn't in the center of wherever I looked, it was on my left.
Next, came the big surprise: I decided to open my eyes, to see what my room would look like with eyes open, and was absolutely shocked to see absolutely NO CHANGE!
Eyes Open, Eyes Closed, Eyes Open. Absolutely the same either way. My eyelids meant nothing. Opening my eyes merely produced a metallic sound, the vision I was seeing remained the same regardless. This really made me worry that I had really loaded too much, that I had really inhaled too much, that I would be unable to ever return to my usual frequency to interact as usual with my children and wife, that I would be stuck seeing this frequency, this dimension, forever, that my children would come to my room 7 hours later and I wouldn't be able to see them.
So, I had only been tuned into this other frequency for about 7 seconds so far (probably 3 seconds looking at the jester, and 3 seconds opening and closing my eyes) and yet already I began praying: without trying, without pretending, not mentally, totally from my heart, I was saying within my heart, Thank you! You let me in, and you let me out. 5 minutes. Just 5 minutes. Thank you for letting me go back to my family! I know you will. I know this will all pass. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You let me come here, and you let me go back. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I even tried to vocalize these heartfelt feelings, but the words came out garbled, I wasn't in full control of my speaking ability, which again made me concerned that I wouldn't be able to communicate with my family again, I thought maybe I had done too much and had broke something in my physical brain, and thus I would no longer be able to see the "regular" frequency/dimension where my family lived, and I would no longer be able to speak with them.
That was my rational concern, but I continued to simply thank the universe in the present for the fact that in 5 minutes it would let me go back to the usual frequency/dimension where I would be able to be with my family again.
Then, while giving thanks for the fact (the hope) that seeing this dimension was just temporary, I felt I was being watched by something slightly behind me to my right. So, I turned my eyes/consciousness slowly to the right, away from the jester, I basically kept panning to the right with both my consciousness and my physical head, until I found what was there.
There was a large, round face, watching me, observing me neutrally, a face about 1 meter wide, and about 1.5 meters tall, floating with it's huge "eyes" about level with my eye level, but its eyes were actually holes, as was its mouth, the whole face consisted of energy moving like a perfectly-symmetrical continuously-moving interlocked-rope celtic-knot winding in and out of itself, it was like a ball of thick rope connected in a loop, and this continuously flowing rope made up this floating face, and I got the feeling that this was the "real" spirit, and that the "half animate half-inanimate" jester "toy" that was on my left at first had been placed there by this green large face spirit, who had placed itself slightly behind me and to my right, because this green large face spirit had wanted to watch me unnoticed.
So there I was with my head turned to my right, staring face to face with this giant head being, which was green, one could say the interlocked--flowing-rope that made up its entirety was like continuously moving snakes, but I didn't get a snake vibe at all, so I simply describe it as being made up of moving rope, or rope like energy, or a living celtic knot face, and I was simply looking at it and it was looking at me (although again, it only had black holes where the eyes and mouth and nose would be) and it seemed neutral, slightly positive but basically neutral, and I was feeling Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for letting me experience this for 5 minutes and then letting me go back to my family. And it was just neutrally observing me the whole time and it seemed to be simply observing that this human soul (me) sure is feeling a lot of Thanks.
And for 5 minutes I stared at this face to my right while saying thank you again and again and it simply watched me, it understood what I was feeling, it seemed to be responding “Yes”, and after 5 minutes (it didn't feel like anymore than that, it really did feel like simply 5 minutes) it started to fade away as my room started to fade into view. Instead of seeing the green face I started seeing whatever was actually in that spot (which happens to have been a alter about 1 meter wide and 1.5 meters wide, so perhaps when I was seeing the green face in that spot I was actually seeing the spirit associated with that alter.
(The alter is used by the people where I live to pray for their ancestors to be satisfied, it's a ceremony which they do, they say they don't really believe in it, but just for good luck, they leave fresh water in the alter each day and light incense for a few minutes daily while praying for about 30 seconds each day for the spirits of their deceased ancestors to be happy so that the alive members of the family will have good luck. So, perhaps the spirit I saw right at that spot was somehow related to that alter, perhaps such rituals of intention attracted that spirit to that spot, I don't know.)
So anyway, I gradually, slowly, started to notice my room slowly fading back into view, and this made me very happy, since this meant I was coming back, and as the usual room images became more and more visible I continued feeling "Thank you" "Thank you" "Thank you" and my mouth started to be able to speak the words with less garbling, which again made me very happy, I started saying, "And I'm back. "And thank you. "And I'm back." "You let me go in." "And you let me come back." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." And now I knew I would be able to speak with my children and my wife again, I was back.
After a few more minutes of staring at the alter, the only open eye visuals remaining at this point was merely a 5% overlay of slight fractals, so I decided I was feeling able to try to walk to the next room where my family were sleeping.
I was able to stand, I was able to walk, and I entered the bedroom and laid down next to my oldest child, and looked at his face, still saying thank you thank you thank you, and I looked at my other children and my wife, continually saying thank you, and my wife woke from her slumber just enough to say "shush" so she can continue sleeping, to which I replied "Yes. Thank you. I love you. Thank you. Yes. I will be quiet now. I just want you to know, I choose you, my family. I need nothing else. I choose here. This is all I need. I need nothing else. Thank you. OK. Good night. I love you." And I stopped talking out loud, but continued whispering to the universe "Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you for letting me come back to my family."
After 15 minutes of laying down and whispering like that, the universe told me to get up and get rid of everything related to "Deep Meditation Therapy", for safety. It seemed the universe was telling me that there was a chance that my home was going to be checked by some authority. So I listened to the universe, I stood up again and came back to the room where I had had the experience. I thankfully bowed to the west, I thankfully bowed to the north, I thankfully bowed to the east, I thankfully bowed to the south. I thankfully bowed to the above. I thankfully bowed to the below. I thankfully bowed to inside myself. I totally felt, from the moment the carrier wave sound came, throughout the trip, and after it, totally thankful, thankful thankful.
I did exactly as the universe suggested, knowing full well that the most nexus folks would consider this action "wasteful" and "sacrilegious", I took all the spice I had left, and all the MHRB I had left, and all the naphtha, and I flushed it all down the toilet. I got rid of everything. I wrapped the glass pipe in a t-shirt and went outside into the night and placed it on the ground and lightly tapped it with a hammer until it completely became just glass powder wrapped in cloth. I wrapped the pots I had used for this project in old towels and threw them into garbage bags. I made my room clean enough to pass any kind of inspection from any authorities.
The universe said good, I said good, and I thankfully went to sleep.
That night, I had an interesting dream. In the first one, I was at a store when the shop owner announced, "I am going to kill you, is that OK?" I said no, and I walked out into the street. Then an old Japanese friend came up to me with a samurai sword, and said, "If you would like, I will kill you. I will chop your head off. Do you agree?" and again I replied no, I don't agree, and walked away.
In the morning, I awoke and thought about that dream. It seems to me that that the universe was asking if I want my EGO to be killed, not my body, not my soul, my EGO. The universe was basically telling me, through my dream, that if I wanted to walk down this spiritual path, I would have to allow my EGO to die, and it was asking me if I agree to that, and it seems that my answer at that stage was no.
Well, there we have it, that was 7 months ago, I haven't broken through since. But over these 7 months I have decided that I would like to try again, this time I will get a scale and start with a very small measured dose (like 0.02g) and slowly work my way up to from sub-breakthrough to breakthrough, to find the right amount. I would like my next time to be in my greenhouse, sitting between my 2 acacia confusa plants, to see if the spirits in that location are different.
I think that now that I know one really does come back, I feel confident to tune into that higher frequency again.
PS - The summary above was written 7 months ago, I finally decided to share it now. After 7 months of thinking about my experience, my thoughts about the "spirits" I saw are slightly different. Here is what I think about the big question of whether we are seeing "real" entities or whether we are creating "fake" entities with our minds, I think my conclusion will surprise the Nexus community:
In my experience, in my opinion, imbibing the DMT molecule allows one to be aware of actual spirits, which exist at a much higher frequency, without bodies, basically plain orbs of energy, yet at the same time, (here comes the surprising qualification which unites the spiritualists with the materialists) one's brain then OVERLAYS images ONTO the plain spirits based on our conscious and unconscious memories, ideas, fears and hopes. Thus, when the materialists say "you're creating what you see", they are absolutely right, and when the spiritualists say "you're seeing real spirits" they are also absolutely right, the truth is a synergistic blend of those two statements: you're tuning into the vibrational frequency of real spirits yet your mind is dressing these real spirits with fake coverings. The body SHAPE and COLOR and TEXTURE of the entities you see are painted by YOU, but behind all of this process of painting by you, at the root of this process, there ARE actually packets of external energy (spirits) that are hanging out near you that DMT allows you to become aware of. Again, to summarize, YOU'RE painting the spirits with your mind, but underneath all that creative painting, there ARE actual spirits floating around. Both parties of the debate are right, and have been the whole time. It's not "A or B". It's "A and B". Well, I hope that this message of uniting is understood, because as it happens, it's not just beautiful, I think it is actually true. Real Spirits, exquisitely clothed in our surprisingly creative mental projections.