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DMT Journey Reports

DMT Journey Reports

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DMT Journey Reports
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Published by: Pán Rostlin on Jun 14, 2011
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1I've since read accounts from McKenna, and Strassman's subjects. I guess my experience wassimilar, though I didn't perceive myself as being inside a structure- rather, it seemed that the spiritswere all around me. Wherever I looked, the swirling patterns transmogrified into these oscillatingthings which clearly acted independently of my own thoughts. At least that was the overwhelmingperception I had. I can't really describe them- they were infinite in their complexity. I can see whypeople are convinced that they are entities separate from their own minds- its inconceivable thatanyone can imagine such ... I don't what you'd call them or it.Anyway, I was there- wherever the hell it was- and all of a sudden each one of my fingers wasconnected to a spirit. Here's where it gets really strange- there were thousands of them near menow (and millions in the distance- though if I looked at the distant ones, they zoomed up close). So,next thing I know, each hand has thousands of fingers. I had complete control over each one! Likewe can move our left index finger, I could control left finger 40,624. It was like I was a conductor-they were dancing and flying around in accordance with what I did with my 'super-hands'. Soundandsight seemed to merge and shift- I was conducting an orchestra of millions.There was a lot of other stuff too, but I have never been able to recall it. My final memory is being inabsolute nothingness, except for one spirit. As I looked at it, it started to oscillate so as I waslooking at myself- or what I perceived was myself- I was changing form a thousand times a second.The oscillations became faster- and the spirit wanted to know who it was. It wasn't asked in words,but I knew what the question was- somehow. I said 'I don't know'. This 'conversation' went back andforth at an ever greater speed until, at the same time, we were both saying 'he is you is he is you....'.Then the words converged into 'hue'- literally it was blue. I mean, I became the colour blue. Apsychedelic play on words! I was a frequency! Then this spirit rushed up to me from the other sideof the galaxy, laughing. He had a present- like a normal box with a blue ribbon, and he said what'syour favourite 'hue'? Next thing Iknew I'd opened my eyes. The extra freaky element was that I hadturned my head around and was looking straight out the window...at, you, guessed it, a big clearblue sky!2Around me I felt a crowding in of beings as if the Celtic Faerie land of Fay had become momentarilyco-present with where I was. I sensed them, but did not experience these creatures. The suckingexperience took over for a while then, driving the morphological acrobatics of spacelove that laybefore me. There was something about itthat makes me think of a voluptuous alien seductress withbig, fat lips pulling me to her body in the weirdest feeling embrace ever. It felt like I was beingsmeared sensually and lustfully around the space in some sort of vacuum-tube funhouse. At thispoint (maybe a minute into the experience) I started picking up something like the Escher painting ofall those sets of stairs with figures descending by all manners of gravity, only its surfaces wereemerald isles of what I can only describe as fractal Medusa liquid, serpentine and sexy. There was athought that I was in a room full of aliens and they were playing with me, but that somehow they hadconspired to make me this way- the alien carney music bar on the planet Tatooine in the Star Warstrilogy seems relevant.Then I had the thought (which just seems to pop up and not really pertain): 'What have I done! Howdid I get this way?' Meaning, how did I come to enter something so foreign that my petty humanontological premises and hopeful body of knowledge seem like a wrench trying to adjust a camel?At that point I lost any touch with my body and was thrust forward into complete and utteramazement. The world became so crammed full of intricacy to the nth that it seemed every nook andcranny in my spacetime was exfoliating little crystalline dancing worlds, bellowing ecstasy. It moved
like snakes move: all rippling of muscle and sun glinting scales. I cannot emphasize enough thecatapulting, titanic motions of this iridescent zigzag bottlerocket, this nuanced, whittling circus ofform, this Brobignagian roller coaster safari across the jeweled plains of wonderland, straining thelimits of the knowable.This is where I was when I felt a certain sort of shockwave across the dome of the sky which gaveme memory of the real world. I then entered this whole journey that I would call extrication. Going inwas 'intrication' or delving into intricacy, so coming back out was sensibly extrication. Theexperience was very literally an incedible groping back out of this wild wooly thing until I made it'out', which afterwards I realized was only the physical action of opening my eyes. The pipe was inmy mouth- its touching my lips had been the reality shockwave I'd felt. The woman who washandling the pipe for me looked like a fractal Medusa as well, but incarnate- she was buzzing allover with this really freaky energy. I said something like, 'You expect me to call this a mouth?', acomment which was silenced by the stem of the pipe. One toke and I was out of my body again,yanked back through the scrim of the worlds into the blast furnaces of heaven.I 'came to' in some sense at this point and realized that I could do anything in a space like this, couldinstantly unfold my richest possible imaginings. 'O.K.', I said to myself, 'What about trying to dowhat you believe possible by your perceptual theory of higher dimensional experience?' You see, Igot the idea that there is no reason why, in an inner experience, one has to have visions only in frontof one. I began to believe this was an imprint that years of bringing the external world intoconstruction of inner spaces had created, but was not necessary. I then tried to imagine what itwould be like to see in every direction at once, i.e. what would a ball look like if you could see everyside of it at once? I could sense it but not imagine it in my mind. So this is the challenge I set myself.It not only seemed to work (though with everything else going on inside, it was a bit like trying to doa sensitive physicsexperiment in the midst of a drunken bacchanal) but it did so immediately. Irushed upwards into this superspace that was a spun galactic ecology of stars, a swarming hive ofdragonfly constellations . . . This was very profound, but in doing it, it seemed I had reduced thealien quality of what had been going on previous to this excursion.I let my will go then and tumbled forward into elfland. Terence McKenna is apt in calling theseentities 'elves'. They are elves/not-elves. They don't appear, they kind of ooze out of the woodworkseductively and before you know it they're there- the whole realm is infested with these creatureslike nothing else you could ever imagine. They do sing things that are like 'self-dribbling jeweledbasketballs' or whatever you want to call them. They make Faberge egg concoctions with ingredientlists like: 1) space, 2) lust, 3) politics, 4) circus sideshows, 5) time, 6) gall bladders, 7) existentialnotions of polyfidelity, 8) cucumbers, 9) Beethoven's 5th symphony, 10) the smell of petunias, andso on. This is somewhat of an arbitrary list, but the point is, all my categories of mind fell awaybecause they were being ceaselessly synthesized and re-synthesized into these hyperdimensionalobjects, undulating, ululating along. It makes me think of getting home from school when yourmother says that she's baked you some treats, only these are like no treats Mom ever made, andwhen you see them you almost want to say, 'Aw, mom, you shouldn't have. I mean you reallyshouldn't have'. What you do with these elves is some sort of a game of catch, only the physics ofthe game has been replaced by the physics of synesthesia. In catching the things they threw, inplaying with them, I participated in the ineffable mysteries that they were.This place is the Joycean'Merry go raum'. Being there I came to understand the Heraclitus fragment: 'The Aeon is a child atplay with colored balls'. It is this. As well I understand, 'Still the first day, All Fool's Day, here at thecenter.' It is this too.So for what seemed like centuries I played with the trippy freaky elves and they kept bringing meinto atrium after atrium in the antics annex, and all I could do was wonder when we would get to theirfront door. As far as I know, we never did. Instead they said many things, though I can't say theyused what we would call a voice to accomplish this communication. I remember only parts of this. Atfirst they said, 'Build this', indicating hyperspace. Later they amended this by saying, 'Build it. Hewill come.' from the movie Field of Dreams. Very funny.
Then it was as though alarms started to go off, and the whole space was going through thesequivering emergency elaborations. I get the image of a submarine movie sequence when I think backon this, just when it has been discovered on the surface, the periscope retracts and the wholeinterior goes into haywire, preparatory gymnastics as all the hatches are battened down. There is aphenomenally high-energy dynamic associated with this part, as they tryto get you out and shut thegreat bronze dancing doors of hyperspace. It is as if everything is charged with imponderableelectricities and is racing around because someone shouted: 'Places everyone!!' They startcramming your soul out of there with a million hands at once, grabbing you by twelve dimensionsyou never knew your body had. Finally, the thing shuts and there is a sense of finality to that, butjust as soon you are on to the next thing.3It was like a gauze layer of the dream just separated and boom .. it was like walking from a dark nightinto a brightly lit casino in Las Vegas. I felt like I had walked behind the scenes into a series ofrooms. Everything was prime color cranked up to it s fullest potential. The images were clear, crispand vivid. many times more vivid then the early pre-room images.There were two people a man and a women or a girl and a boy. They appeared to me like simpleballoon computer generated images. As soon as I stepped in the room, they glided up to me andspoke directly to me. They kept saying welcome back and words like: the big winner, he hasreturned, welcome to the end and the beginning, you are The One! As I looked around the room I feltthe sense of some huge celebration upon my entry to this place. Bellswere ringing, lights flashingfear began to rise in me as I felt the deep change in my world. The sprites begin to lead me aroundthe room showing me how all my life they had been preparing me for this return. I was shown dozenof experiences simultaneously in my life, that had lead up to and been clues to this moment. I wasshown in a flood and a onslaught of images, thoughts, situations, raw feelings that everything hadbeen building to this moment. That this moment had been planned.They told me it was a gift. That I had been selected to be The One. I felt feelings of huge relief,excitement and fear in the sprites. At this moment in the experience I became afraid for my life. I feltthat this gift would cost me my life. I did not want to be The One. The sprits felt this fear in me andbegin to hold my hands and arms rushing me deeper into their world. I felt their fear and I begin tobelieve that I had stepped out of the dream, out of the drug, out of my body and mind and into thissuper world. I beginto believe in the transformation.As I walked deeper I could see standing in the middle of the room, in the center of this place, anobject similar to an hour glass. It was slowly turning over. I became aware that this vessel, as ittipped over, transferring its contents from the small red end to the larger blue end was transformingme. I felt my humanity slip out as I was filled with this new powerful light. A light of greaterperception, of clarity. It felt like returning home. It felt familiar. It felt like I was waking up from ahollow, pale dream of reality. I felt god like and omnipotent. I realized the this gift was not only a giftbut equally a death sentence for my physical body. I felt like I had been chosen to receive this notout of benevolence but out of a need to release this power and perception There had to be The One,to relieve the others. There had to be The One who perceived completely. I felt like Christ at themoment of realization of godhood and the inevitable moment of his crucifixion. I also felt like all thisknowledge and perception was far too large to be processed by my physical mind and that deathwas the obvious transition.As this moment of realization hit me I felt the sprites smile and step back. They told me I WAS TheOne and this WAS real and that it would never end.They said do you not believe..... then see.At this moment I sat up (in the real world) and opened my eyes. This moment true panic set in. I wasdeeply hallucinating. The real world was being covered, transformed into a psychedelic

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