In the beginnings of my journey with DMT, I remember being spoken to, albeit in an unknown language from an unknown source. This happened either during the trip, or even after I had come down from the hallucinations.
One of my most memorable experiences was a sub breakthrough. It was almost as if I was handed a photograph. A picture of a tall pointy-headed dark blue figure, who was on board some kind of ship. We were in a rounded off hall with tons of doors on one wall. The joker, others have called him, was giving me two thumbs up, and had a wide smile on his somehow blank face.
Before I had smoked, I spoke and ask for what ever it was to give me a sign of their existence.
This happened very soon before I broke through my first time.
Do not listen to anything, "Steely" says. He is a made up character that his owner likes to role play with. His owner is very delusional and everything he says is completely untrue and ridiculous.
Hate is the choice of a clouded mind.
-"It takes humility to remember who we are"-
"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." - Buddha