It's been a few months since I last posted here but since then I have had some very intense and self reflective dmt journeys which I wanted to share. While extremely powerful, I struggled to remember my early dmt experiences. I found this very frustrating as afterwards I was left with the feeling that I had just experienced something life-changing but with no memory of what it was. As my experience with the spirit molecule has grown, I have learnt some strategies and tools to help navigate through the overwhelming sensations and visuals and have managed to recall many details with clarity. I am very interested to hear what others make of these experiences and if anyone has experienced anything similar.
Experience 1: The Light Spirit
I find myself in the observation deck of a very tall building. The deck is filled with others, not people exactly but human like. They pay me no attention and go about their business. At the same time as being in the building, I am also outside the building looking up at it in awe. It's transparent, and I can see the complex inner workings that are constantly in motion, made of gold and silver. I am aware that it is impossible to be both inside the building while looking at it from the outside and feel an overwhelming sense of amazement that it is actually happening. In the observation deck, I become aware of an entity. She is a pure orb of white light and hovers beside me me. Telepathically she urges me to look out at the view. However I am distracted by the fact that I am both inside the building and outside the building at the same time and only barely register her request. He urges get stronger and gradually focus me and just as I begin to look out at the view, I come back to the world.
Experience 2: My Child
I didn't smoke enough to break through although the reality of my lounge room was extremely distorted. While enjoying the kaleidoscope of colours and patterns, something catches my eye. A perfect baby, about 12 or 18 months old, stands up on unsteady legs, holding itself up against my TV unit. The baby seems completely absorbed with playing with a small object on the unit and is unaware that I'm watching. A huge, intense surge of love fills me and I know I'm looking at my child. Tears fill my eyes and stream down my face. I can't tear my eyes away. The baby is perfectly human and looks so real I feel like I could pick him/her up and rock them in my arms. it lasts a number of minutes, before the baby disappears with one of my blinks.
Experience 3: The Alien
Flying through a veil of intense colours and patterns, suddenly I break through. Right above me is an entity, insect-like. She is irredescent, made of greens and blues. Her surface appears much like an oil slick, with constantly changing colours. Her eyes are huge, taking up most of her face. Closely she examines me, her eyes are deep pools filled with eternal love and caring. On either side of her are two other entities, both watching me with curiousity. I sense that they are just as interested in me as I am with them. Her eyes lock on mine, and within them I am sucked into a new part of hyperspace before landing back in my chair.
Experience 4: The Tsunami of Tortured Souls
I blast off and instantly feel I'm being pulled downwards. I sense a strong male entity who tells me he has something to show me and to come with him. I have no choice but to go with him. Suddenly all around me a huge cave forms and through the middle of it an enormous tsunami rolls through it. The cave and tsunami are all made from intricate patterns. Shades of grey and muted dark blue only. It is a truly awe-inspiring sight. The entity tells me I have a choice. I can simply enjoy the majesty of it all or I can look at it more closely. Without warning, my focus zooms in to the detail of the cave and tsunami and I can see the intricate patterns are actually made of individual faces. I focus in on one which becomes huge, a gaping mouth screaming out in pain. I look deeper into the mouth and can see his mouth actually forms another cave and his tongue is another Tsunami made of millions of screaming tortured souls. Suddenly the face breaks up like decaying ash falling apart and melts back into the Tsunami of intricate patterns. My choice is to enjoy the beauty of the vision as a whole or allow myself to feel the pain of the individuals and become part of the tortured wave myself. The guilt conflicts with the pleasure. I manage to hold myself out of the wave until I am back into my room.
I would love to hear your thoughts on these experiences. What is the hidden meaning. Have you ever experienced something similar?
Alis volat propriis - she flies with her own wings