It had been many moons since I had vaporized freebase DMT, as I have been working with changa exclusively. Yesterday I decided I wanted to breakthrough and had the urge to go quite deep. I loaded 65mg of spice into my smoking device, lit a few candles in my living room, turned my lights on very low and sat down on the couch.
I had a considerable amount of preflight anxiety, so I listened to music and tried my best to center myself before taking the plunge.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2dPYRhSb4c - The song I started right as I began to vaporize the spice.
As I broke through into the domed space, I recognized the pipe was still pressed against my lips and I was still inhaling vapor. I had been completely removed from my body, and the synchronicity of hyperspace flowed flawlessly with geometric decorations morphing and oozing in complete harmony with all my senses. There was no separation of the senses, and I began to interpret the experience, seemingly, with one hyper sense.
There was a being who sat in front of me, he looked as if he was forcing himself from the fabric of hyperspace and in front of him there was what looked like a very advanced computer made out of pure energy. There floated a keyboard like object, made up of seemingly millions of keys and buttons. The keys had some kind of alien lettering on them, and there were symbols on some of the keys, which reminded me of cave drawings and some hieroglyphs.
The being then turned toward me and I was completely taken over by the urge to pay attention, and he seemed content that I had recognized this. He slowly turned back, in a sitting position, but also floating, and began pressing buttons. A screen popped out of nowhere in front of the keyboard, and the button pressing became unfathomably fast, and I noticed that on the screen someone was moving about in first person.
Hundreds of tentacle like arms exploded out of his two relatively normal looking arms, and they began to press and punch what seemed like millions of keys per second. The screen depicted a humanoid running down a bike path, I noticed that the runner was drinking water from a plastic bottle.
The button masher occasionally turned his head, offering me smiles in recognition that I was severely confused and dumbfounded about what was going on. The more his tentacles pressed and mashed buttons, without any mistake nor a flaw in timing, I understood that these processes were completely controlling the human.
As I started to think about this the button masher turned his head towards me again, and removed one of his arms and along with it, hundreds of his tentacles from the "keyboard" and pointed at his own head. I tried to ask if he was insinuating that he was controlling the brain processes of this human on the screen, but before I could say anything he nodded, with an ominous smile. He pointed back at the screen, and continued to button mash with one arm, and the other hundreds of tentacles, but kept his other arm away in a steady point.
I watched the screen and the runner came to a stop, the point of view depicted someone looking down at their own shoes, and I saw part of his arm and finally his hand pressed hard against the dirt. All of a sudden it felt like I had literally fallen, and my whole being was encompassed with sadness, and this sense of immediate death. Blood began to pour from the man's mouth, and it splattered all over the dirt.
I wondered if I that's how I was going to die for some reason. As soon as I developed that thought the being shook his head, and pointed more sternly at the screen. "I am allowing you to feel that man, and I am allowing him to die. To save him."
Before I could ask him to stop, the button masher stopped pointing at the screen and again, tentacles exploded out of his arm and cascaded into button mashing again. The runner slowly got up, and resumed running. I realized I could hear the music playing at this point, and the being started dancing and nodding his head in unison with the beat. He still occasionally looked over at me and smiled.
As I focused on the music this vision completely dissipated and melted into the fabric of hyperspace, and my body began to vibrate with the sounds in complete blissful harmony. I felt as if I was perpetually ascending into Nirvana. As I enjoyed this complete state of ecstasy, I realized I was back on my couch and staring at my wall. I instantly stood up with this sense that something extremely profound had occurred, and that I needed to carefully analyze it. I ran to my back porch and lit a cigarette and enjoyed my comedown immensely, and tried to wrap my mind around the whole experience. DMT never ceases to amaze me, you can just go deeper and deeper with it every time it seems.
I know it isn't my best writing, but I was just sitting here enjoying a few grams of mushrooms and thought I'd write something up, as I have been slacking in that department lately.
Peace
“The most compelling insight of that day was that this awesome recall had been brought about by a fraction of a gram of a white solid, but that in no way whatsoever could it be argued that these memories had been contained within the white solid. Everything I had recognized came from the depths of my memory and my psyche. I understood that our entire universe is contained in the mind and the spirit. We may choose not to find access to it, we may even deny its existence, but it is indeed there inside us, and there are chemicals that can catalyze its availability.”