I almost forgot about the heavy bodyload smoked DMT gives. It feels like your consciousness goes somewhere else, then connects your mind to your body so it's all you really have and own. If you catch a disease it could start to disintegrate your body and life.
This one time I smoked it it made me feel like I was about to die. Then I fell on the ground as it kicked in and I recalled the feeling. My body entered a sleep, lucid dream like state as this vision came on. I realized I couldn't describe it or explain it at all, no matter what nor remember all of it, on some. It was powerful. I can best describe it as a "rotating globe of visions and images" that was constantly changing, and it's only one second or so that I remember of it. It was like 5-10 minutes whole. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but isn't strange that it has to be induced via a smoked drug instead of being like an act of kindness or something? At that point, it was like bronze-ish, and was just PSYCHEDELIC is the only way of describing it. I hadn't seen anything like it at all, and was way different and powerful than any DMT I've had before or after ever. It had a kind of "sound" to it, like Holy chanting or music, like maybe church hymns or bells; etc, that accompanied it.
The next time that kind of thing happened, the radio was on. I smoked it, then everything started to get dark and I felt all sick like I could die and just wanted to sleep so I hurry up and lay down. Eventually, I came to, and realized I'd never be able to describe this at all, there were no words. It was kind of like that first, previous time, except it came more from the right. It was just pretty much "PSYCHEDELIC" as well, like pure psychedelia basically, from some source, except this time the only colors I can recall or explain were neon metallic lightning blue and yellow like streaks. Eventually I saw warm cotton candy clouds and what looked like a brief glimpse of Heaven. It had a carnival like theme to it I guess and I can still hear the sound, which was an "epic" sort of hum or droll similar to that first time. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw, again, although it seemed like my brain and mind started to strain as far as it being possible to generate this kind of imagery from straight imagination. How could it be "the most beautiful thing I had ever seen or felt" 'twice'? DMT just does that. As far as seeing that being possible, the implications imply information - it isn't always just aliens directly showing you something or talking to you. I had been to strange geometric realms or toybox like places but this was sort of different. It also went on for a while, and felt like I was in the womb before being born, everything was warm, perfect, had what I needed until. I believe that was the peak, from what I can remember. As I started to come down, things got cold and more annoying as it took effort to survive without womb support for the organism. So it was all coincidence and metaphorical for hyperspace. The Psychedelicism was real, with consequences actually. There was much more to it but impossible to remember. Repeatedly, I analyzed the effort it'd take to try but you sacrifice ego for surrendering, and the entities can tell. So more often than not I just "give up" and surrender to the experience for possible "ego death" instead of putting force and effort to trying to remember to bring something back or describe and understand more and more. Then I recognized the radio - it had completely disappeared when I broke through. Reality came back - everything was completely gone before. I don't think the sound I heard was a distortion of the radio, I think it was completely blocked out and the DMT 100% original. Everything was a coincidence now and it got kind of annoying so I had to turn the radio off and recover.
The third time I got that stream of PSYCHEDELIC imagery off DMT, I talked about it here before. It came from more behind this time, and glowed purple. Instead of being completely unrecognizable or explainable at all, it distinctly looked like a troop of Faery marching toward me in a procession, which would be related to any Celtic lore from that region, including 5th century lore from Wales, Ireland, and Scotland, also possibly being related to our modern day stories of UFO and alien abductions, which could be caused by lucid dream techniques like false awakenings or plausible spikes in endogenous DMT, melatonin, or other serotonergic-monoamineoxidase inhibiting compounds from the pineal and pituitary glands. I also heard a sound or song like to it. This too, made me feel like I was about to die and it was hard to breathe. I had to just watch them come along, then it was like "the carnival comes to town", kicks your ass, shows you what's really up and who's running things, then they leave - "see you next time", possibly, if at all. It was a Faerie Rade (as in parade) from some Heroic tribe of fairies from Ireland or Scotland. Heroic or Trooping Fairies are comprised of the most aristocratic, luxurious faery in existence. They sort of came, and some were on horses, then stopped in the middle, as it kept going on, sort of danced around, did that loop and spin, and it was a whole carnival, they were spirits, like entities, then they were leaving. It was really cool. It was similar to the other times except I could describe it. They just came. It was like entering a fairy ring.
I tried to do it again but don't think I broke through for this 4th time. I came to a white wall that was moving and looked pretty psychedelic with birthday cake like colors and themes - it was 'dirty' white or cream-clear, with red, green, blue, yellow, orange; etc dots or shining lights all around it. It was pumping. I recognized it was another one of those streams of psychedelic imagery although something seemed different, even though I didn't want to admit it. The veil was moving and pumping, don't think I had more to take another toke to see if I'd breakthrough - sometimes if you look at it for 15 seconds you could still break through. But it started to get dark. Suddenly a stick figure ran up and started dancing, and everything started to seem all biological and alien. It started to seem demonic and weird, not fun, plus he was in the way of the visual. After a few minutes, the dancing got really violent and started to get annoying, so I tried to open my eyes and leave, hopefully the next dose with it would be more pleasant. Not sure if it was breakthrough but probably not. The veil looked cool but it seemed like my brain just couldn't possibly generate any more insane psychedelic visuals, not unless with a tolerance break or something.
Most of my subsequent experiences with dimethyltryptamine have been more describable or rememberable as well, and I haven't had similar ones since. DMT is the only substance that causes its unique visuals, although it's like according doses of mushrooms in 5-15 minutes. It made me feel like I was about to die and forced my body into a sleep like state.
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