Took a warmup hit or two on my cleaned GVG. Everything felt fine. Next hit of changa yielded a quick elevator ride down into a very open, expanding and detailed, hyperspatial space, mainly a ginger color, like my cat. The more I descended, the more buildings, mountains and just general area that was visible. There were spinning disks of alien language. It ended quickly.
Another huge rip and I knew I'd done it. This was gonna test my new skillset. Breakthrough.
It was dark, the visuals were dark yet gorgeous - at first my eyes opened to see the room going nuts, ghostly faces rushing me, spinning pinwheels of geometry, etc. - then closed them, tried to surrender, accept, love, etc. So what if I was dead. I knew it was going to happen. We all gotta go. It had come sooner than I thought.
I forgot this.
I descended amongst some gorgeous muck into a realm made up entirely out of life sized anthropomorphic forms, spinning in time to the music. But more. They were moving sinuously and spiralingly amonst each other. Many were in various forms of sexual coitus. All looked the same. They were a kind of dark purple color with brown, green and blue tones with brown , green and blue lights on their chests.
The more time I spent drowning in them the more I felt this was some sort of "storage area for souls," as odd as that sounds.
It's almost as if Hyperspace were telling me my theories that it's nothing but reflection of various parts of our infinite minds catalyzed by neurotransmitter, were bunk.
I love DMT. Just when I think I've got things figured out, it shows me something novel. Reach middle age and tell me how often that happens.
If I were to predict anything, it might be more breakthrough doses coming up in my future.
LOL.
Peace & Love
"But even if nothing lasts and everything is lost, there is still the intrinsic value of the moment. The present moment, ultimately, is more than enough, a gift of grace and unfathomable value, which our friend and lover death paints in stark relief."-Rick Doblin, Ph.D. MAPS President, MAPS Bulletin Vol. XX, No. 1, pg. 2Hyperspace LOVES YOU