Trip report: The music makes the objects

[DranoTheCat]

PRE-CONDITIONS
(mind)Set: Wanting to learn
(physical condition) Set: Sitting half lotus on a blanket on the floor, listening to a very slow movement from the Tron Legacy soundtrack
Setting (location): My room
time of day: 19:00, evening
recent drug use: Marijuana, been 3 days since my last lucy trip
last meal: Sugary snack before my ride home

PARTICIPANT
Gender: m
body weight: 89kg
known sensitivities: None
history of use: Fairly experienced with DMT

BIOASSAY
Substance(s): N-N-DMT
Dose(s): 60mg
Method of administration: vaporized


EFFECTS
Administration time: T=0:00
Duration: 10 minutes
First effects: 20 seconds
Peak: 2-3 minutes
Come down: 15 minutes
Baseline: 30-40 minutes

Intensity (overall): 4, but very peaceful

Evaluation / notes: See Report

OPTIONAL
Pleasantness: 4
Implesantness: 0
Visual Intensity: 3-4


AFTER-EFFECTS
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: Part of comedown; euphoria.


REPORT

I hadn't intended for the music to be so calm, but the track changed just as I was coming up.

I had some kind of square plane balanced inside of/on top of the upper-left of my head. I had the strong sensation of being taught. One of the creatures kept jumping in and out of me excitedly, but the others just showed me objects. A machine created objects and sent them along a conveyer belt. The creatures jumped into these objects, and made them live. One of the objects became two creatures, and I realized (somehow) how it had been hiding there in plain sight.

I realized that the objects weren't moving and growing randomly. They were doing so according to the music and sound. Then a really simple object came along the conveyer belt. I want to say it was a cube, but that would be a lie. I caught a piece of the ever-so-slowly warped music, and for a brief moment my brain moved with the music (another lie; the best I can phrase it.) And the object morphed with it. I had a sudden insight that I had caused it to morph, and that the objects had only been in their original states because that is how I had needed them.

Then my brain started thinking as I came back to my room. Next time, I will try Mozart.

 

[ubizdom]

did these look somewhat Mayan cartoonish and mechanical in nature? because i had a similar interaction but instead of music is was different levels of lighting in my room........

these playful beings of light that transpose themselves out of objects in a very mechanical fashion can also be seen on high dose mushrooms....

and they say its our subconscious hahahahahahahah

 

[DranoTheCat]

Cartoonish, yes. Mayan, perhaps. I find it impossible to discern individual creation vs. attribution with regard to the imagery, so I focus more on the feelings.

The word "sub"conscious is kind of weird. I view it as our superconscious, so far.

 

[DranoTheCat]

For some reason it duplicated my post when my computer came out of sleep. Sorry If I knew how to delete this post I would.

 

[TGO]

Nice report! Sounds like some good old synthesia going on there! I would definitely agree and highly recommend trying out some of your favorite classical pieces of music on the next DMT voyage! Some pieces I have listened to while journeying include:

Moonlight Sonata and/or Fur Elise - Beethoven (the dark/sad vibe of Moonlight Sonata really colors the trip in an interesting way for me at least)

Arabesque No. 1 - Debussy

Gymnopedie No. 1 - Satie

Air on a G String - Bach

Etude in E Major - Chopin

Any piece from these composers (and many more) would provide an interesting experience to say the least!

Peace, love, and music,

-The Grateful One-

 

[DranoTheCat]

Thanks Grateful One! I quite like your taste in music, these are always awesome. Do you have any favorite performances? I agree it was some nice synthesia

Do you find any parallels with your trips to deep meditation sessions? I feel like I'm finding this more and more.

 

[TGO]

No problem! I'd have to say out of the group of songs I mentioned above, Air on a G String resonates with me the most but I think I know why. As a young kid growing up, my mom would play Air on a G String on the piano. It was hauntingly beautiful when she played and it always stuck with me. All of those songs are great though so to put them into any sort of order would be problematic for me! :d

As for parallels between trips and meditation, I can see some relation but I do not meditate in any traditional sense of the word. Meditation, for me, is when I have a lot to think about or cope with, I will turn the lights down low, light incense or a candle, and lie flat on my back in bed. I close my eyes and breathe deeply while pondering. I guess it could be considered a form of meditation but I do not use it for anything but to clear my mind and to relax.

Another intense piece I forgot to mention:

Janáček: Idyll For Strings - Adagio By/Performed By: Prague Chamber Orchestra

This piece really fascinates me. I took a DMT journey listening to it once and WOW did it put me on an emotional roller coaster (which can be good or bad, just depends on if that is your type of thing). It starts off pretty peaceful with a hint of sadness/longing. Then BAM! When you think it might be over, it slaps you upside the head with some beautiful strings that build and build and build. The dynamics are amazing. Crescendos and decrescendos are elegantly used throughout. I love it!

Anywho, I am starting to rant a bit but there are my two cents!

:thumb_up:

 

[DranoTheCat]

I just found that on Spotify and listened to it Thank you for the suggestion!

The afterglow of a DMT trip, for me, feels similar to the afterglow of a long meditation session. Without all the work and length required.

 

[Zb4e1]

This instantly reminded me of the beginning of Tolkien's Silmarillion, wherein the Genesis paradigm takes form through music:

There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding to them themes of music; and they sang before him, and he was glad. But for a long while they sang only each alone, or but few together, while the rest hearkened; for each comprehended only that part of me mind of Ilúvatar from which he came, and in the understanding of their brethren they grew but slowly. Yet ever as they listened they came to deeper understanding, and increased in unison and harmony.
And it came to pass that Ilúvatar called together all the Ainur and declared to them a mighty theme, unfolding to them things greater and more wonderful than he had yet revealed; and the glory of its beginning and the splendour of its end amazed the Ainur, so that they bowed before Ilúvatar and were silent.
Then Ilúvatar said to them: 'Of the theme that I have declared to you, I will now that ye make in harmony together a Great Music. And since I have kindled you with the Flame Imperishable, ye shall show forth your powers in adorning this theme, each with his own thoughts and devices, if he will. But I win sit and hearken, and be glad that through you great beauty has been wakened into song.'
Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the theme of Ilúvatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Ilúvatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void. Never since have the Ainur made any music like to this music, though it has been said that a greater still shall be made before Ilúvatar by the choirs of the Ainur and the Children of Ilúvatar after the end of days. Then the themes of Ilúvatar shall be played aright, and take Being in the moment of their utterance, for all shall then understand fully his intent in their part, and each shall know the comprehension of each, and Ilúvatar shall give to their thoughts the secret fire, being well pleased.
But now Ilúvatar sat and hearkened, and for a great while it seemed good to him, for in the music there were no flaws. But as the theme progressed, it came into the heart of Melkor to interweave matters of his own imagining that were not in accord with the theme of Ilúvatar, for he sought therein to increase the power and glory of the part assigned to himself. To Melkor among the Ainur had been given the greatest gifts of power and knowledge, and he had a share in all the gifts of his brethren. He had gone often alone into the void places seeking the Imperishable Flame; for desire grew hot within him to bring into Being things of his own, and it seemed to him that Ilúvatar took no thought for the Void, and he was impatient of its emptiness. Yet he found not the Fire, for it is with Ilúvatar. But being alone he had begun to conceive thoughts of his own unlike those of his brethren.
Some of these thoughts he now wove into his music, and straightway discord arose about him, and many that sang nigh him grew despondent, and their thought was disturbed and their music faltered; but some began to attune their music to his rather than to the thought which they had at first. Then the discord of Melkor spread ever wider, and the melodies which had been heard before foundered in a sea of turbulent sound. But Ilúvatar sat and hearkened until it seemed that about his throne there was a raging storm, as of dark waters that made war one upon another in an endless wrath that would not be assuaged.
Then Ilúvatar arose, and the Ainur perceived that he smiled; and he lifted up his left hand, and a new theme began amid the storm, like and yet unlike to the former theme, and it gathered power and had new beauty. But the discord of Melkor rose in uproar and contended with it, and again there was a war of sound more violent than before, until many of the Ainur were dismayed and sang no longer, and Melkor had the mastery. Then again Ilúvatar arose, and the Ainur perceived that his countenance was stern; and he lifted up his right hand, and behold! a third theme grew amid the confusion, and it was unlike the others. For it seemed at first soft and sweet, a mere rippling of gentle sounds in delicate melodies; but it could not be quenched, and it took to itself power and profundity. And it seemed at last that there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of Ilúvatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came. The other had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud, and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony, but rather a clamorous unison as of many trumpets braying upon a few notes. And it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but it seemed that its most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern.
In the midst of this strife, whereat the halls of Ilúvatar shook and a tremor ran out into the silences yet unmoved, Ilúvatar arose a third time, and his face was terrible to behold. Then he raised up both his hands, and in one chord, deeper than the Abyss, higher than the Firmament, piercing as the light of the eye of Ilúvatar, the Music ceased.

Then Ilúvatar spoke, and he said: 'Mighty are the Ainur, and mightiest among them is Melkor; but that he may know, and all the Ainur, that I am Ilúvatar, those things that ye have sung, I will show them forth, that ye may see what ye have done. And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite.For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.'

I hope the wall of text isn't inappropriate, as it seems so perfectly apropos to me at the moment.

 

[Leithen]

I have had a few experiences where the whole world is moving and flowing with the music was listening to. It is very beautiful and powerful. This was most intense a few years ago while listening to Thriftworks, something very different than the classical music discussed above. It did not seem as emotional as what you all are talking about but very awesome none the less. Extremely visual.

I like the idea of using classical music and having it pull out your emotions. Although I listened to a good amount of Mozart and Beethoven when I was younger I don't listen to much classical anymore. I think Pink Floyd pulls emotions out of me quite well! Regardless, I will definitely be playing classical music on my next journey to hyperspace. :thumb_up:

Thanks for sharing and for getting this idea in my mind!