I've been at this for many years now. One of my common themes is an Alien force that intervenes into my trip. I had it happen again a few days back. I've had enough experience with this molecule to remember and know the many different flavors of specific experiences. I've seen quite a lot over the years, Not to say there aren't any surprises with it because there is definitely that, although more rare for me. This specific flavor of experience is unique and hard for me to wrap my head around even though its happened too many times for comfort.
The trouble is I simply love the visual aesthetic of DMT especially out in nature. Its fractalized visual organization of nature is one of the things that keeps me coming back time and again. I still think its one of the most amazing things I've ever seen with my own eyes and that there is nothing that compares to it.
Most of my experiences are around the edge of total immersion into hyperspace land. Most of the time I simply don't have the nerve to go further and simply bath in the sea of wonderous visual distortions.
There are very distinct differences between an experience with a presence of an "other" and ones without. Over the course of many trips I've been able to tune into this phenomenon. This brings me to this alien presence issue. This is the distinct feeling of a presence, a life form of sorts almost like a creature from another dimension crossing over and using my brain and body as a host to experience our time and reality. Its a primal feeling of being invaded by something, something that does not care about me and is only using me in some way.
Typically my vision usually morphs into a very sharp and crystalized way of seeing as if I'm seeing through the eyes of this thing. I feel a force spreading through my nervous system and muscles its absolutely amazing but also terrifying while its happening. I'm usually stricken with fear in this moment and try to hold steady and wait for it to dissipate. It usually begins to recede as the DMT dose diminishes in my body. Most of the time I'm back to normal in a few minutes although many times there is a very slow diminishing of effects. At this point I usually get up and move to try to shake off the feelings and pretend it didn't happen.
It could be described as an intervention or interruption of the normal DMT effects. It usually comes out of nowhere, now I recognize it as a subtle stopping of normal visuals.
I'm still at a loss to understand this. There is no rational precedent for anything like this.
The most likely explanation is that my own mind is building an inaccurate narrative of what I'm experiencing and objectifying the experience. I actually hope for this explanation because the true implications of something like this is pretty damn terrifying on many levels.
As much as I'd like to fully dismiss this, I always instinctively feel the same exact thing every single time this happens. Keep in mind that this type of experience has been going on and off for years now. I've made no progress at working past this.
It's should be scary enough to prevent me from doing it all together but I love the visuals too much to stop altogether so I guess its a risk I'm willing to take. The good news and consolation is I never feel like there's an alien attached to me during my regular life ha ha ha....
I brought this up to a Colombian Ayahuasca shaman once and he had no explanation for it. I really wonder if 20 plus years of playing with this stuff all roads eventually lead to the Alien. Anyway, I thought it was important to document this for myself and others
Thank you for reading.
The trouble is I simply love the visual aesthetic of DMT especially out in nature. Its fractalized visual organization of nature is one of the things that keeps me coming back time and again. I still think its one of the most amazing things I've ever seen with my own eyes and that there is nothing that compares to it.
Most of my experiences are around the edge of total immersion into hyperspace land. Most of the time I simply don't have the nerve to go further and simply bath in the sea of wonderous visual distortions.
There are very distinct differences between an experience with a presence of an "other" and ones without. Over the course of many trips I've been able to tune into this phenomenon. This brings me to this alien presence issue. This is the distinct feeling of a presence, a life form of sorts almost like a creature from another dimension crossing over and using my brain and body as a host to experience our time and reality. Its a primal feeling of being invaded by something, something that does not care about me and is only using me in some way.
Typically my vision usually morphs into a very sharp and crystalized way of seeing as if I'm seeing through the eyes of this thing. I feel a force spreading through my nervous system and muscles its absolutely amazing but also terrifying while its happening. I'm usually stricken with fear in this moment and try to hold steady and wait for it to dissipate. It usually begins to recede as the DMT dose diminishes in my body. Most of the time I'm back to normal in a few minutes although many times there is a very slow diminishing of effects. At this point I usually get up and move to try to shake off the feelings and pretend it didn't happen.
It could be described as an intervention or interruption of the normal DMT effects. It usually comes out of nowhere, now I recognize it as a subtle stopping of normal visuals.
I'm still at a loss to understand this. There is no rational precedent for anything like this.
The most likely explanation is that my own mind is building an inaccurate narrative of what I'm experiencing and objectifying the experience. I actually hope for this explanation because the true implications of something like this is pretty damn terrifying on many levels.
As much as I'd like to fully dismiss this, I always instinctively feel the same exact thing every single time this happens. Keep in mind that this type of experience has been going on and off for years now. I've made no progress at working past this.
It's should be scary enough to prevent me from doing it all together but I love the visuals too much to stop altogether so I guess its a risk I'm willing to take. The good news and consolation is I never feel like there's an alien attached to me during my regular life ha ha ha....
I brought this up to a Colombian Ayahuasca shaman once and he had no explanation for it. I really wonder if 20 plus years of playing with this stuff all roads eventually lead to the Alien. Anyway, I thought it was important to document this for myself and others
Thank you for reading.