Tonight, I became God to fight an evil entity. I haven't written many trip reports for others before, so please forgive any mistakes and feel free to leave tips, as I plan to write more. My afternoon was filled with caffeine (about 500mg in tea), work, and stress. I managed to complete some projects I had been putting off, and by the end of the day, I was feeling pretty good about everything. It was already late, around 12:30, but since I knew I wouldn't be sleeping much anyway, I decided to take DMT.

I put on my headphones and switched from my usual Beatles tripping music to some heavy metal (which I find relaxing after listening to it as much as I have), reclined back in my bed with some pillows tucked under me, and pulled the sheets over my head. With my battery/cart setup ready, I took some deep breaths and calmed myself. I think I hit about three blinkers before I broke through.

The experience becomes a bit fuzzy here, but I found myself in a psychedelic wilderness of sorts. The environment lacked depth, resembling a theater set that led nowhere. It was dark out but the colors of the trees and ground were bright and vivid. Then I saw it. Emerging from the shadows was... a shadow? The entity was enveloped in darkness, visually indistinct but undeniably present in my mind. It felt as if, in his presence, all of reality had begun squeezing in on me, pressing me and crushing as my heart raced.

The entity didn't ever explicitly communicate with me, there were no words shared or beams of information, but I knew he wanted to place a wager against me, he wanted to compete in some game and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. The nature of the battle was not immediately apparent. The outcome if I were to win was similarly unclear, but I assume it would've just left me in peace. What was absolutely certain of, however, was that if I lost, this entity would take refuge in all my memories. Every intimate moment, every triumph, every failure, every mundane day at the office—in every single memory, it would be there. Inescapable and merciless, it would lurk just under the surface of my mind, haunting me. I could feel that he was eager to feed off my happiness, drain my will to exist, and drive me to madness.

But then, I rejected it. I simply denied its premise. I screamed at the top of my lungs, laughed, and cursed it endlessly. As my confidence grew, I became lucid, realizing that the realm I was in was a creation of my own mind. With this revelation, I became God. I could perceive all, and this realm belonged to me. I made the spirit dance and wither, and upon examining it closely, I saw that it was nothing more than a humanoid bag, made of leathery, inorganic flesh, a quarter of an inch thick, living tissue but far too smooth and un marred to belong to this world. Within this fleshy bag, there were no organs or tissues—only a faint yellow pus filled it. When the initial excitement passed, I wilted it, turning it's pus filled body to blackened ash and banished him from existence.

I reveled in my victory for a moment or two, but soon reality began to gently tug at me, so I obliged and followed her home.

I don't mean to make light of God. This is a genuine experience I went through and defining myself as God within that realm is the only word I can use that would begin to capture the experience. I mean no insult to anyone's faith in sharing this experience.

I will try to attach three images I made with Dalle2 to illustrate what it looked like. They are, of course, far from perfect, but they give you the gist of it. I don't think any image from this world could ever truly capture the things that can be seen in the others. The image with the evil looking rabbit portrays the lack of depth in the scene that I was trying to convey. The second and third images with the patchwork ground shows a more accurate representation of what the entity looked like, as well as roughly what the scene looked like. The real trip had the patchwork floor, florescent patterns, dark sky/emptiness, but had much more ordered and geometric patterning, and of course the lack of depth. I probably shouldn't be up writing right now, it is very early and there may be some mistakes in the story that I am too tired to spot right now. I will review it later and update it with any feedback or to correct any mistakes as I see fit. The rules of the game were never made clear, but in hindsight I would imagine the battle was for control of my mind, him fighting for his existence, and me for my sanity.

Peace. Happy tripping.