Quasar
Alpha Egg Omega
At a younger, more foolhardy age I decided to try an experiment after many encouraging interactions between Ketamine and Tryptamine compounds.
My partner at the time agreed to help me with a Ketamine and DMT combination experience, setting space and helping me smoke the DMT.
We pulled two mattresses into the room, decorating the space with beautiful plants.
I placed my art, in it's portfolio, on the bed beside me if I wanted to look at any of the pieces (if i could look at them).
She began by intra muscularly injecting 100 mg of Ketamine.
We waited about an hour to ensure that I was under the influence of the compound. At this point she was instructed, and complied with said instructions, by assisting in the smoking of the freebase DMT, holding it to my mouth, lighting it, instructing me to inhale, repeat.
At some point the incredible urge to roll over occured, I complied and found my portfolio to my side. Electric crackles emerged from the black folder and I flung it open, my hand as if it was a million miles away, my arm a string extending from my body. I manically flipped each page of the portfolio. And each drawing was transformed. The two dimensional piece of paper, convered with pen, ink, and vibrant colors became portals, strange doorways to alternate dimensions. I stopped on a picture of an abstract water/plant/elf entity. The art was peeling from the pages. No it was the art that was peeling from the pages but rather miniature beings, little entities I intuited as some sort of "elf" being. Not only were they peeling from the page but they were the page itself. Millions of them, swirling like atoms constructed the drawing, but not just the drawing, my hand was made of these beings two, I lifted my hand to my face, and I could see them weaving intricate spirals around one another. Reality was crumpling, or rather unraveling, revealing infinite conscious entities swirling together...
And not just swirling together but SCREAMING... No not screaming, more like a song, a shrill, squeeling song pulsating and vibrating together. Their song held reality together, I knew it did. And the house, the sky outside the window, the woman laying beside me in the bed, we were all made of these minuscule entities spiraling together in song.
Reality quickly shifted into something somewhat more cohesive when I realized the woman beside me was no longer the woman I knew at the beginning of the experience. Her naked body was steely, she was constructed of some strange metallic alloy of sorts. Her lower body (below the neck) was completely human in shape but no longer was it "flesh". Her head though, extended towards me, it looked as if it were 6 to 7 feet long. Ridged and tapering from a wide base connected to the neck to a smaller point where her face lay, as if her face were on the front/top of an elongated mayan stepped pyramid turned on its side and constructed of shiny steel. And this pyramid/head/face pumped in and out, away and towards. Her face, her head, was a factory, she was a factory and from her head spewed a cloud, a cloud of insectoid reptilian beings. Beings I sang to, beings who sang back to me, who spiralled in the smoke of the room, descending on top of me. This spiraling smoke was beautiful, constructed of insect aliens fucking and devouring, birthing and singing, it inspired a deep sense of terror and awe.
The rest of the experience was spend in a state of disassociation, from the K, no doubt where I could, with my eyes closed construct jeweled palaces and such with merely a thought, interesting aesthetically though little content.
My partner at the time agreed to help me with a Ketamine and DMT combination experience, setting space and helping me smoke the DMT.
We pulled two mattresses into the room, decorating the space with beautiful plants.
I placed my art, in it's portfolio, on the bed beside me if I wanted to look at any of the pieces (if i could look at them).
She began by intra muscularly injecting 100 mg of Ketamine.
We waited about an hour to ensure that I was under the influence of the compound. At this point she was instructed, and complied with said instructions, by assisting in the smoking of the freebase DMT, holding it to my mouth, lighting it, instructing me to inhale, repeat.
At some point the incredible urge to roll over occured, I complied and found my portfolio to my side. Electric crackles emerged from the black folder and I flung it open, my hand as if it was a million miles away, my arm a string extending from my body. I manically flipped each page of the portfolio. And each drawing was transformed. The two dimensional piece of paper, convered with pen, ink, and vibrant colors became portals, strange doorways to alternate dimensions. I stopped on a picture of an abstract water/plant/elf entity. The art was peeling from the pages. No it was the art that was peeling from the pages but rather miniature beings, little entities I intuited as some sort of "elf" being. Not only were they peeling from the page but they were the page itself. Millions of them, swirling like atoms constructed the drawing, but not just the drawing, my hand was made of these beings two, I lifted my hand to my face, and I could see them weaving intricate spirals around one another. Reality was crumpling, or rather unraveling, revealing infinite conscious entities swirling together...
And not just swirling together but SCREAMING... No not screaming, more like a song, a shrill, squeeling song pulsating and vibrating together. Their song held reality together, I knew it did. And the house, the sky outside the window, the woman laying beside me in the bed, we were all made of these minuscule entities spiraling together in song.
Reality quickly shifted into something somewhat more cohesive when I realized the woman beside me was no longer the woman I knew at the beginning of the experience. Her naked body was steely, she was constructed of some strange metallic alloy of sorts. Her lower body (below the neck) was completely human in shape but no longer was it "flesh". Her head though, extended towards me, it looked as if it were 6 to 7 feet long. Ridged and tapering from a wide base connected to the neck to a smaller point where her face lay, as if her face were on the front/top of an elongated mayan stepped pyramid turned on its side and constructed of shiny steel. And this pyramid/head/face pumped in and out, away and towards. Her face, her head, was a factory, she was a factory and from her head spewed a cloud, a cloud of insectoid reptilian beings. Beings I sang to, beings who sang back to me, who spiralled in the smoke of the room, descending on top of me. This spiraling smoke was beautiful, constructed of insect aliens fucking and devouring, birthing and singing, it inspired a deep sense of terror and awe.
The rest of the experience was spend in a state of disassociation, from the K, no doubt where I could, with my eyes closed construct jeweled palaces and such with merely a thought, interesting aesthetically though little content.
