https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=26524I danced with the thought parasite for 26 minutes tonight. Writing this down and remembering my trip feeds it tremendously, LOL.
I had to work hard to find it. I took about three warmup hits that were yielding no real visuals but a strong body load and compulsion to sit up and take additional hits
I do not recall what happened at first, but then I noticed a common theme for me developing - alien language spinning in marquees into flat and spiral shapes. I followed this with my mind and watched it change form.
It was serpentine but hollow, coiled and layered.
Imagine being in a basically 3-5 D realm. In front of me were a series of spinning disk shapes, edged by the marquees of alien language/symbols. My view/angle on these disks was neither edge on (such that I would only see the edge of alien language) nor completely oblique or right angle. It was closer to edge on such that these disks actually had a more lenticular shape. There were a number of them and they were stacked one on top of another with thin hyperdimensional spaces in between each one.
At the base of this was a coiled object that was serpent like. But, its' waves and coils extended tentancularly as if it endlessly bifurcated . . . and these tentacles/parts of the snake reached and coiled up and through these spinning disks and the hyperdimensional spaces in-between.
Imagine a snake shape but "extended" as described above, . . . . but just the outline, the "skin" made of fantastic paper. The area inside where the "guts" should be was hollow and hyperdimensional. It was black, white and shades of gray. I floated through the center of its' body and was instantly reminded of the Opticus essay. I was met with a tremendous sense of warm, friendly and mischevieous, hungry acknowledgement. I was not in touch with my own body. I felt I had no choice but to surrender myself to its' desires.
I passed through the center of it's many-layered coils, as if I were a meal that was being regurgitated. In this manner I was admitted into its' playroom.
This was a polished grey area filled with infinite details that I cannot begin to name. It was saturated with cultural stuff, from memes to advertisements to classic movie figures to sci-fi references to political figures to . . . ad infinitum and down to an impossibly small level of detail.
This was a room that had every single one of my thoughts on display, available for consumption. The act of consumption did not eliminate or diminish them or their presence. The feeding was ongoing, open, vaguely parasitic, but indeed, more symbiotic. Like I had been allowed to see all this, be made aware of all this and in exchange it fed.
I was in there a long time. Several Tipper songs, LOL.
Then I was shown out and into another space that I realized was a HUGE head/face shape and it was filled with an infinite number of other faces reaching, striving, wanting. This was an area the felt less personal and more like it belongs to the greater humanity or cultural whole and this was like going to a delicious all you can eat deli for the thing . . . . not with me . . . more that was all around me, that I was aware of, that existed independent of me and yet was directly dependent upon my thougts right now.
Quite the little psychotic, delusional run DMT gave me tonight. That essay poisoned my mind a bit - hit me meme-like. I love the way DMT shows me all the nooks and crannies.
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