So earlier tonight I decided to smoke some DMT. I had just awoken from a hazy dream, but the time just seemed right. I decided to share a dose with my brother in order to get comfortable in hyperspace, and then I had plans for taking harmine and going for a full dose afterwards, which is exactly what happened. I lit the GVG for my brother, sat down and took the second hit for myself. I got fuzzy CEVs, but it was serving its purpose for opening up the space so I could shift gears.
I administered 15mg harmine and then 15mg DMT respectively to my brother, and then I sat down and repeated for myself. I took two full long inhalations of the harmine, and could instantly feel the space broadening with a light, but immersive psychedelic feel. I took two full hits of the DMT, and as I was holding in my second hit, I could see the area in front of me being primed for lift-off (quite literally). With my eyes open there was holographic imagery of rocket ships and stars. I closed my eyes and was blasted straight up through layer after layer of hyperspace. I suppose something like this is where the term "breakthrough" came from. I finally get it
I found myself in some pretty profound recesses of my mind. It was being like all the way up in the far back of my head. Things were going smoothly, but I must not have gotten enough DMT because I could feel the intensity leaking from the environment, and it was like one of the machines malfunctioned and I knew I wouldn't have the rocket fuel to take me higher. As I looked around, the thought occurred to me that I was in God's lobby. I had been sent to see my maker...but I had been stopped at the front desk. The colors were frenzied mixtures of both pale and dark pastel hyper colors ranging from turquoise to beautiful collages of pinks and purples and everywhere in between.
The most amazing and touching part of it all was the beautiful music of hyperspace. I've heard a lot of audio in my DMT experiences ranging from the sounds of UFOs, to elf chatter to the most bizarre sequences of high pitched frequencies, but I wouldn't quite call any of it music. I know I had heard people say they hear music in hyperspace, and quite frankly, I was beginning to believe that they were just glamorizing the kinds of things I was hearing, but I can now see, I was completely mistaken. There was a very clear melody and harmony being produced, and it was harmonically haunting and perfect, and not western pitches, but something rather similar. It sounded like a gentle harp with hollow tin strings as if a music box were being plucked with the most angelic harmonics. After the vision began to decay I opened my eyes, and the room was flooded with holographic energy that flowed like magnetically bound water and was perceived as quite healing.
"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein
"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead
"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb