AluminumFoilRobots
gufyg
I took three hits as quickly as I could... I wasn't aware of how fast it would vaporize. By the second hit, something had changed, I felt the buzzing, roaring twisting thing that is the threshold; but I knew I had to take more. So I hit it again, vaporizing it all, and inhaling the giant hit. Then... it was like Christmas morning. I was stuck, literally HIT by a deep, rich gold and red. And it felt like christmas, my childhood and everything good about my life. There was an absolute newness to everything, a rich wonder. I call it rich because of the pure volume of information that was being pushed on me; it was like the stream of information that I tapped into with Psilocybin, only expanded and unfolded and right there in front of me. I lay back, or was pushed back, and it DID feel like I was underground. And I was using the pure syntax language... a waterfall of the soup that is the basis of language. I was writhing around on my bed, in pure ecstasy. I must have been a frightening sight! Squeezing out a fluent elf-language and apparently going into a grand mal seizure!
I did not see the elves, but I FELT the elves. They were hiding, I suppose, waiting for me to be ready. Even yet they were all around me, pushing me to buzz - to focus my energy or life-force or something. I became aware of, and momentarily saw, the presence of an unknowable amount of Universes. Blues, reds, but a permeating GOLDEN. I felt the true language of matter bubbling out of me, just for a second, before it too dissipated. Oh, it was like christmas. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of love and being held by a caring universe. I was cold, I knew I shouldn't have had the window open, and I pulled the blanket around me.
There was a peculiar feeling, that I cannot now remember... I remember that I felt it and that it was very important but I don't know what it was. Although, since then, during other trips with other substances I have been able to remember and visualize that state. It is crystal and children. It is something immense. I feel at the moment of its envelopment of me that I will not remember it when I go back. This is saddening, but the sadness is somewhat whimsical; I know that I will be back.
I pulled the blanket around me, and writhed in reverie slapping the twisting language out of my mouth, interspersed by involuntary descriptions of what was happening. Just then I remembered that I was going to call my friend to get help me remember this. I searched frantically for the telephone and ran to where it was. I tried calling, but I was entranced by the science-fictiony aspect of the telephone. it looked like an alien device. Eventually I called him, and began pouring this on him.
It was an outpouring of words from my mouth. Revelations were coming and I had to say them as fast as I could before this all melted. At this point, the main visual experience was over, so my revelations pertained to my life at home (earth) and not to the strange crystal other side.
I said "Life is just a game. Life is just a big, funny, happy game. And then something better." Something I got a glimpse of.
That was the main point of the revelation.
The message was "come on in, the water is fine. Come over, the grass really is greener." it told me to stop worrying about all these things, and realize that this is a game. And to play along, but know that there is something greater. And I saw it. And it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...
and how am I supposed to remember the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?
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(the next day)
I thought the other trip was the most important and life-changing event of my life. It was just to familiarize me with the landscape of the DMT flash. The real journey was last night.
At about 7:00 PM I did an experiment with the DMT; I smoked four hits but I spaced it out over maybe 3 minutes. It led only to the "stranging" of my room, and my carpet becoming a three-dimensional surface, like the inside of an intestine. However, even though it was lacking in the profound visual or experiential intensity, it had a positive effect on my mood and on my thought-process. It cleared it up, so to speak, streamlined it.
I talked to a person who means a great deal to me for about 2 hours on the phone, and it made me feel very warm and happy. I decided that it was time to go.
There was still an amount of DMT melted in the bowl, so I only loaded up a small amount. I readied myself, breathing deeply a few times, and began. I took four enormous hits, vaporizing all that was in the bowl. Again, after two, the buzzing. Then, after three, my room took on a strange, technological dimension. And on four, everything changed.
I was struck by waves of realization at what was happening: "This is what's happening... no this is what's happening... NO, THIS is what's happening! NO! THIS is what's REALLY REALLY happening!......" It was the unfolding of a scroll; I finally understood that metaphor. Information is pouring into the skull at such an astonishing rate. And all the information is so far past what you could believe, you instantly begin rebuilding universal-models based on that information; but by the time you start on the new universal-model, more information has come in and made that model obsolete. I couldn't take it, the absolute strangeness of what was going on was too much, so I closed my eyes....
and then...
I was in a livingroom, or that is as close an approximation as I can make. There were three beings. BEINGS. They were made of deep Indigo Plasma, along with every other tone and hue and pigment, and had beak-like mandibles, and baseball sized eyes; and they were dancing like swarming ants. They were doing this strange dance, and welcoming me, as if they'd been waiting intently for a long time. They intimated without crude words: "We love you, We love you, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon, We love you We love you We love you...." It should have been terrifying, for it was by far the strangest experience I have ever had in the entirety of my life, but instead I felt real Familial love for them. A deep, powerful, overwhelming love like how a child feels for parents, only magnified. I was grinning as wide as I have ever grinned, repeating "They love us, remember this, they love us" They said, "no, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon...." And I started sobbing. I said to them :"I love you too, I love you too, I love you too, I'll be back soon, I love you too, I love you too...." I opened my eyes, and it was my room, but DMT'd out; I felt as if they intimated "No, wait, a little longer, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon..."
They were my family. Our family. They were Ancestors. I did not feel as though I were with Extraterrestrials, they were dead people, they were Ancestors. DMT is not a drug! It is a taxicab to the other side. This is where we go when we die. And they love every single one of us.
Oh, I cannot believe that this happened to me. This is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.
I did not see the elves, but I FELT the elves. They were hiding, I suppose, waiting for me to be ready. Even yet they were all around me, pushing me to buzz - to focus my energy or life-force or something. I became aware of, and momentarily saw, the presence of an unknowable amount of Universes. Blues, reds, but a permeating GOLDEN. I felt the true language of matter bubbling out of me, just for a second, before it too dissipated. Oh, it was like christmas. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of love and being held by a caring universe. I was cold, I knew I shouldn't have had the window open, and I pulled the blanket around me.
There was a peculiar feeling, that I cannot now remember... I remember that I felt it and that it was very important but I don't know what it was. Although, since then, during other trips with other substances I have been able to remember and visualize that state. It is crystal and children. It is something immense. I feel at the moment of its envelopment of me that I will not remember it when I go back. This is saddening, but the sadness is somewhat whimsical; I know that I will be back.
I pulled the blanket around me, and writhed in reverie slapping the twisting language out of my mouth, interspersed by involuntary descriptions of what was happening. Just then I remembered that I was going to call my friend to get help me remember this. I searched frantically for the telephone and ran to where it was. I tried calling, but I was entranced by the science-fictiony aspect of the telephone. it looked like an alien device. Eventually I called him, and began pouring this on him.
It was an outpouring of words from my mouth. Revelations were coming and I had to say them as fast as I could before this all melted. At this point, the main visual experience was over, so my revelations pertained to my life at home (earth) and not to the strange crystal other side.
I said "Life is just a game. Life is just a big, funny, happy game. And then something better." Something I got a glimpse of.
That was the main point of the revelation.
The message was "come on in, the water is fine. Come over, the grass really is greener." it told me to stop worrying about all these things, and realize that this is a game. And to play along, but know that there is something greater. And I saw it. And it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...
and how am I supposed to remember the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?
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(the next day)
I thought the other trip was the most important and life-changing event of my life. It was just to familiarize me with the landscape of the DMT flash. The real journey was last night.
At about 7:00 PM I did an experiment with the DMT; I smoked four hits but I spaced it out over maybe 3 minutes. It led only to the "stranging" of my room, and my carpet becoming a three-dimensional surface, like the inside of an intestine. However, even though it was lacking in the profound visual or experiential intensity, it had a positive effect on my mood and on my thought-process. It cleared it up, so to speak, streamlined it.
I talked to a person who means a great deal to me for about 2 hours on the phone, and it made me feel very warm and happy. I decided that it was time to go.
There was still an amount of DMT melted in the bowl, so I only loaded up a small amount. I readied myself, breathing deeply a few times, and began. I took four enormous hits, vaporizing all that was in the bowl. Again, after two, the buzzing. Then, after three, my room took on a strange, technological dimension. And on four, everything changed.
I was struck by waves of realization at what was happening: "This is what's happening... no this is what's happening... NO, THIS is what's happening! NO! THIS is what's REALLY REALLY happening!......" It was the unfolding of a scroll; I finally understood that metaphor. Information is pouring into the skull at such an astonishing rate. And all the information is so far past what you could believe, you instantly begin rebuilding universal-models based on that information; but by the time you start on the new universal-model, more information has come in and made that model obsolete. I couldn't take it, the absolute strangeness of what was going on was too much, so I closed my eyes....
and then...
I was in a livingroom, or that is as close an approximation as I can make. There were three beings. BEINGS. They were made of deep Indigo Plasma, along with every other tone and hue and pigment, and had beak-like mandibles, and baseball sized eyes; and they were dancing like swarming ants. They were doing this strange dance, and welcoming me, as if they'd been waiting intently for a long time. They intimated without crude words: "We love you, We love you, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon, We love you We love you We love you...." It should have been terrifying, for it was by far the strangest experience I have ever had in the entirety of my life, but instead I felt real Familial love for them. A deep, powerful, overwhelming love like how a child feels for parents, only magnified. I was grinning as wide as I have ever grinned, repeating "They love us, remember this, they love us" They said, "no, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon...." And I started sobbing. I said to them :"I love you too, I love you too, I love you too, I'll be back soon, I love you too, I love you too...." I opened my eyes, and it was my room, but DMT'd out; I felt as if they intimated "No, wait, a little longer, We love you, We love you, We'll see you soon..."
They were my family. Our family. They were Ancestors. I did not feel as though I were with Extraterrestrials, they were dead people, they were Ancestors. DMT is not a drug! It is a taxicab to the other side. This is where we go when we die. And they love every single one of us.
Oh, I cannot believe that this happened to me. This is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.
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