So I was sitting in a friends house, about a week ago. I was with three of my best friends. We all had a pipe filled with some n-n-dimethyltryptamine crystal. We set the mood by starting an old, but favorite song; Divine Moments of Truth (DMT), by Shpongle. We all took our hits, but I only managed to take two, because I got a little worried. Then I lied down and closed my eyes. I heard the sparking of my friends lighters as they took their third, so it gave me the courage to do so as well. However, I didn't get much smoke and wasn't able to hold it for very long. I lied down as I began to pick up on the music and all the vibrations around me. Then these beings made of energy appeared before me. They seemed faint and indistinct. I thought to myself "Maybe I didn't get enough." Then suddenly, they gave a hand motion of "just a little more" and raised one finger, giving me the sign to take another toke. So I took their notion and sat up. The bowl in my hand looked like a glowing jewel, and was very hard to smoke. I managed to take a massive lung full, and held it in until my body naturally released it. Suddenly, the beings changed into elves made of light and energy. They started dancing as the music became extremely clear. They were dancing to Shpongle! I was at a party, and all the beings around me were extremely pleased. They started rolling their arms and pointing down at something. I tried moving my head a little to get a better look at what they were trying to show me. As I looked down, I saw an energy-filled liquid coursing through the air. They began to drink it, and I realized it was the fountain of life and happiness. They offered me some, and I reached down as they fed me the brilliantly colored liquid. As it flowed through me, I felt extreme pulse waves of energy ripple throughout my entire body as they danced again. As I finished drinking, I realized that what I had came there for was accomplished, and they let me back into my body. As I sat up and opened my eyes, I saw my three friends, sitting indian style, dancing wildly to Shpongle. I could do nothing, but join their glorious motion.
I realized that it is not DMT that should be worshipped, respected, and feared so. It is the experience that is to be reflected upon. DMT is not the experience, but simply the portal into these beautiful exotic worlds.
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