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The experience always reminds me of the twenty-fourth fragment of Heraclitus: "The Aeon is a child at play with colored balls." One not only becomes the Aeon at play with colored balls but meets entities as well. In the book by my brother abd myself, The Invisible Landscape, I describe them as self-transforming machine elves, for that is how they appear. These entities are dynamically contorting topological modules that are somehow distinct from the surrounding background, which is itself undergoing a continuous transformation. These entities remind me of the scene in the film version of The Wizard of Oz after the Munchkins come with a death certificate for the Witch of the East. They all have very squeaky voices and they sing a little song about being "absolutely and completely dead." The tryptamine Munchkins come, these hyperdimensional machine-elf entities, and they bathe one in love. It's not erotic but it is open-hearted. It certainly feels good. These beings are like fractal reflections of some previously hidden and suddenly autonomous part of one's own psyche.

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There was uh, something like a flower. Like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that sort of spinning. Spinning. And then, it was like I was pushed from behind and I fell through the chrysanthemum into another place that didnt seem like a state of mind. It seemed like another place. And what was going on in this place (aside from the tastefully soffited indirect lighting and the crawling hallucinations along the domed wall), what was happening was that there were a lot of beings in there, a lot of what I call self-transforming machine elves. Sort of like jeweled basketballs all dribbling their way toward me. And if they had faces they wouldve been grinning at me, but they didnt have faces. And they assured me that they loved me, and they told me not to be amazed, not to give way to astonishment. And so I watched them, even though I wondered if maybe I hadnt really done it this time! And what they were doing, was they were making objects come into existence by singing them into existence.

Objects which looked like Faberge eggs from Mars, morphing themselves with Mandaean alphabetical structures. They looked like the concrescence of linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyperdimensional transform into three-dimensional space. And these little machines offered themselves to me. And I realized when I looked at them, that if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again

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Land_Crab said:

For example, I've never had an "elf sighting", but I hear that's not uncommon.  I have essentially forgotten who am I for a minute, due to the fact that I was too distracted from being catapulted into hyperspace.  It's difficult to describe, but it's definitely worth trying at least once.

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Land_Crab said:

But combine that with Salvia, or 5-Meo-DMT and Salvia, and zowie, welcome to the underwater museum of bad analogies as hosted by a robotic octopus wearing a tuxedo.  It's crazy. 

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kadakuda said:

...i have only tried yopo.

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adjust said:

Land_Crab said:

For example, I've never had an "elf sighting", but I hear that's not uncommon. I have essentially forgotten who am I for a minute, due to the fact that I was too distracted from being catapulted into hyperspace. It's difficult to describe, but it's definitely worth trying at least once.

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My theory on the elf sighting thing is that poeple get the idea implanted in their heads from other people and it manifests itself in the trip. What do you think?

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throy said:

Is this true??  Or bullshit talk??

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completely true

but a lot more complicated than just living hundreds of years of normal time
i can't really explain it though