I was in the midst of a deep depression, and I knew my life would end at my own hands. Drugs were my only tether to this world, and perhaps somewhat ironically, my release. I had resolved to just... Float away.

I was infatuated with DMT's extraordinary ability to teach and its sheer destructive power. Some light reading on the subject began to resemble actual obsession. DMT did not make its way into my life. In truth, I invaded the sacred realm of hyperspace. I neglected my ancestral responsibility to nurture and protect the Earth, and took advantage of what She had to offer. My culture of over 60,000 years of confirmed continuity is one of the utmost respect for the land, but it just didn't occur to me at the time. I walked into the woods, cut down a tree and stripped it bare. Something I've regretted ever since.

The spice was so forgiving at first. It overlooked my previous transgressions and showed me the most fantastic things but nothing of real value. I was always left dissatisfied. The profound of space is where I wanted to be, not Earth. One night my wish came true, and this is what I saw:
I started to sweat and lost control of my breathing. I was swallowing with every breath. Tears were gushing down my face. Someone on the other side was trying to convince me to come to the other side. As long as I agreed then my breathing would ease(stop). The brilliant colours and patterns began to fade to blackness, at which point I realised that I had stopped breathing. It was hard but I managed to breathe by swallowing at the same time. I opened my eyes then rested my arms and head on my knees, bent in a sitting position on the edge of the chair. At this point I was wet. Literally wet with tears and sweat.

In this sitting position a red membrane stretched over my body, then hardened into a transparent egg, revealing an entire landscape outside. The world outside began evolving over millions of years like a time lapse video. With my head down, I had 360 degree of everything. I was choking on my own breath, I was sweating, my eyes watered, but it was warm and I felt safe and comfortable. Dinosaurs roamed and then they died, monkeys evolved and then humans made history. Time slowed as it neared the present. I wanted to stay in my shell and continue speeding toward the future. Alas, it was my time.
DMT didn't give me the secrets to life, it showed me that I have a responsibility to honour the lives of living things who came before me by using the precious gift of life to its full potential, and then by passing that gift on. There is plenty of time to die but not enough time to live, and everything deserves that chance.

DMT actually saved my life.
A notion I've often thought too ridiculous to share with anybody else, but valid enough to share here.