Yes, we need to head beyond these "Smoalk Moar" or "more acid more acid more acid" memes that keep appearing on the chat and forum. Things in life should be used as tools, not seen as the point themselves, but this is an old discussion and I won't waste your time preaching.

I still think the "entities" are more like aspects of ourselves or psyches than entities that exist on their own - but this suggests that our psyches are far more vast than we may imagine, rather than that the "entities" are not "real". That said, to answer your question, the only time an "entity" has communicated with me regarding DMT was a time when I smoked a small amount of the elf-spice in a lush mountainside field, in the springtime, after a nice uphill bike ride. I found myself entering into a lovely communion with the "spirit" of the fields, trees, butterfly, and "Earth", and upon coming out of the trance, I realized my pipe had fallen over, spilling most of my remaining DMT supply (maybe five or so strong trips packed into some herbs in my pipe). I dug through the grass and dirt, hoping to find some of the herbs, but to no avail. Suddenly a deep female voice came laughing right out of the ground, "saying" (in that "telepathic" way) that there was no need to search for the DMT, that there would be plenty more coming along, provided by the Earth/DNA intelligence network.

This merely confirmed something I already assumed is true, that the universe tends to supply what's needed at the time when it's needed, but it still seemed extraordinary coming in that form. Ever persistent, I continued to search for a few minutes, figuring I would give up if nothing came along, and within a few minutes a yellow jacket found its way into my shorts and stung me in the thigh, resulting in an allergic reaction, puffed up eyes, and a trip to the doctor the following day. Perhaps the Earth's revenge for the snub?

I find that the spirits often give out some sort of minor punishment when you don't listen to the messages they send you. Just like you clearly hearing the message to let go of looking for the DMT, then once you didn't, these mysterious forces of nature gave you its equivalent of a slap on the wrist. It's pretty unbelievable, but whoever/whatever is communicating with us really wants us to listen!

It's so funny you say this about getting a minor punishment for not listening to them.

I had this feeling of being the butt of someone's practical joke. In my mind's eye, I had this image of a cartoon-like being holding a sign (like the kind looney tunes characters hold) that said 'You got clocked.' and in it's other hand it was pointing to a floating clock, laughing hysterically.