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This reality is papier-mâché and DMT is an industrial shredder.
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Oh crap, why did I do this to myself again?
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weird things are happening -wishes she had chosen "nobodywillpickthis1" as her username-
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the framework of love behind our eyes 
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Reality is all a matter of perspective.
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UnSaNiTy wrote:So there was only one thing that I could do was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long.
Everybody sings along!
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Nuber stime fidolark mimstay ubrilitical jimjabar!!!!! 'There is an area of the mind that could be called unsane, beyond sanity, and yet not insane. Think of a circle with a fine split in it. At one end there's insanity. You go around the circle to sanity, and on the other end of the circle, close to insanity, but not insanity, is unsanity.' -Sidney Cohen
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"Do I need a diaper for this?" One love What if the "truth" is: the "truth" is indescernible/unknowable/nonexistent? Then the closest we get is through being true to and with ourselves. Know thyself, nothing in excess, certainty brings insanity- Delphic Maxims DMT always has something new to show you  Question everything... including questioning everything... There's so much I could be wrong about and have no idea... All posts and supposed experiences are from an imaginary interdimensional being. This being has the proclivity and compulsion for delving in depths it shouldn't. Posts should be taken with a grain of salt. 👽
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Pandora wrote:So many one sentence summaries. . .
Good practice for death.
The Source (wiser minds have said Force) and The Light.
Ego death by astonishment (T. McKenna).
The ultimate secret that can be told but not understood.
The truth that is a Planck's distance away.
Often these one liners make me think of Zen Cohens The experience itself is akin to the ultimate "lived" Cohen Life is preparatory death , Death is preparatory living
In between the two, is key to eternal life
Who asks not questions of death
Shows up to the event without a ticket
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1. Its only about tears and excitment. and excitment and tears. => surrender in order to enjoy
2. it is ok. it is just temporarly. => a rough ride
3. this is so mindblowing i hope it will last forever or at least for a fractal of forever. => pure excitment
4. we have been here before the first time we used dmt. => deja-vue
5. how did i not remember a few trips? being high on dmt is so definite untill you comedown. => memory loss
6. i smell the visuals. i taste the temperature. => no explenation
7. I survived => a survival
8. i experienced what most people didnt => is it a blessing?
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Fourcrows wrote:I understand everything at once, and nothing makes sense. Or I understand noting at all but everything makes sense.
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Shepherd’s tone takes my ear and carries me to panoptical illusionsphere. "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents." -lovecraft
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A rare opportunity to die and then reliably come back. Do you believe in the THIRD SUMMER OF LOVE?
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My experiences have varied wildly but to briefly sum up last night's experience-
It was like being a firework shot out of a space cannon which itself had just been launched by rail gun from a space ship traversing the Kessel run in under 12 parsecs [sic], while being both the cannon and the fireworks shell, then exploding into infinite space while simultaneously imploding into myself over and over again... until finally crashing face first into the ethereal jello of corporeal existence and remembering to take a breath. Then spending the next 10 minutes still very much in-between worlds, alternating between laughing and crying, wondering "What the fuck just happened?", "Why do I do this to myself?" and "When can I go again?"
For the curious among you: This ride was the 2nd and final of the evening, induced by 40 mg of freebase DMT electronically vaporized ~1.5hr post drinking 2.5g worth of brewed Syrian Rue.
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Toke, inhale, breathe out, getting violently slurped into hyperspace, then brought back as a better version of your previous self, then, then you have to decide what to do with this newfound treasure, keep it or... go in again? Kind regards, The Traveler
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What the ... just happened, am I dead, is this heaven/hell, wait a minute I was just tripping, holly ... that was intense.
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Time to change the channel.
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