"The parallel whispers" is a term I use to describe the feeling behind the dmt trip, the information that is not exchanged through vision or hearing.
I get most of my messages from this, because the visual aspects of my hyperspace trips generally tend to confuse me.
I like singing when I'm in hyperspace too, but you can read all about that in my thread here:
Recreating the toneSo all in all, the visuals aren't always that vivid for me, but what confuses me is I almost always see coding, Which I mentioned in the welcome section a while ago, I've seen that coding since then and it's interesting.
I think the coding has something to do with the emotional parallel whispers but I can't remember the symbols, There seems to be so much time to view them but I can't remember if they were up or down or sideways or inside out or what they were, bright yellow and blue egyptian style symbols is the best I can explain them.
Does anyone else see this coding, or feel the parallel whispers outside of hyperspace? Does anybody else sing?
Does anybody else sometimes low dose for a few hours to mentally prepare for hyperspace, wading in the whispers until you plunge through the door?
Does anyone else ever plunge right back in after returning to reality with another big hit from the pipe?
I love dmt and what it has the ability to do. I love spending time with the all knowing consciousness, feeling it flow through me.
Ultimately, I want this thread to be about messages felt through the parallel whispers and any experiences with coding anybody has. I don't remember the coding very well because I see it best in hyperspace, and the parallel whispers occur before any visual alteration for me, so the whispers are much easier to sort out.
Thanks for reading. I love you.

Death is an awakening. . . One day it will come.
But you'll search the skies with your eyes in frantic wonder.
You will come to realize the lies you've told yourself for so long to survive.
"We fear something that does not exist."
Not only does death not exist, we ourselves do not exist.