Hi Everyone,
Let's start with a Dr. Seuss -like poem I wrote about my first DMT journey, and see if I hold your interest past that!
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DMT in Me"The best place is in nature," he tells me,
the sweet Zimbabwean carrying flecks of red DMT
We follow a stream until we come upon a fork
We lay in the grass; ready to let our souls uncork
The gurgling stream is champagne to the ears
A tiny Grand Marnier bottle stirs my fears
Packed with steel wool, a hole punched through the bottom
Will it eject me somewhere joyous or rotten?
My head lays back, my eyes fix to blue sky
"I'm ready," I say, as if saying goodbye
The bottle presses to my lips, the flint-spark is struck
A flash of fire; a deep inhale; wish me good luck!
Breath holds a few seconds, 'fore the sky starts to shatter
My body vibrates, my thoughts scatter
A second inhale and everything goes black
My soul heads somewhere, but will I come back?
Before my eyes appears a rotating pattern
Colours as magical as the rings of Saturn
Floating designs uncurl like a blossoming flower
Soon I wake up at the foot of a tall castle tower!
Two elves stretch out their arms to greet me
"We've been waiting for you, man," they convince me completely
I reach out my arms in total amazement
This beautiful place is free from enslavement
The elves show me an incredible garden
Filled with ecstasy and joy—I laugh easily and often!
There are flowers and plants, and grass ultra-green
The energy is loving and kind; there's not a trace of mean
But in this temporary Heaven, forever I cannot stay
My time is running out—the DMT sun is setting on my day!
Grateful for my tour I wish to give the elves a gift
I must act quickly for the DMT is fading so swift!
I say: "Before I leave, you can borrow my body"
"Feel what it's like to be an Earth-boy, but please don't be naughty!"
Instantly they leap into my chest, a little too quickly
Then I feel grey and lost, a little bit sickly
My soul falls out of the kingdom, down tubes of decay
Seeing rot and death; a brief, hellish ballet
I accept the dark things I see without fear or regret
If you want to play in God's garden, then you have to pay your debt
The elves leave my body and I return to Earth
I open my eyes with a sense of rebirth
All the colours are rich, every edge quite crisp
The plants exude auras, their branches dancing like wisps
Nothing can prepare for the places DMT takes us
Opening our minds and hearts and making them spacious
I rise up and give the Zimbabwean a hug
It's insulting to call this amazing neurotransmitter a 'drug'---
I came to experience the mystery of DMT at age 35 after stepping off the boat deep in the Amazon jungle. Over two weeks I sat in eight ceremonies with Shipibo shamans drinking Ayahuasca. Prior to this I'd never experienced any "drug" except two occasions smoking marijuana, but after watching "DMT: The Spirit Molecule," you might say I was caught in the 'tractor beam' and within two months of seeing the movie, I was three hours up-river from Iquitos, Peru.
Instinctively I knew that the vehicle to journey to the center of the universe was already contained in our neurobiology. I come from the most squarish, white-collar world you can imagine and I was ready to scrutinize my 'culturally cherished illusions' (as Terence McKenna calls them) and heal myself of depression—and Ayahuasca helped
enormously with this, though I still struggle sometimes.
Part of what sparked my attraction to DMT and Ayahuasca was a video project I'd been involved in with my employer on YouTube concerning bullying of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) persons that can sometimes lead to youth suicide or suicidal thoughts. A colleague's 18 year old gay son had committed suicide recently and being involved in the "It Gets Better" project had stirred-up memories of my own past abusive situations that I needed to reconcile with the aid of Ayahuasca. Many of us here already know that being cut-off from Source and feeling abused, disregarded, or bullied in the world can lead to suicidal thoughts; and Ayahuasca is one tool we can use to break those negative thought-patterns.
Later on, after experiencing Ayahuasca 16 times in total (both in Peru and later on in a Western country), vaporized DMT found me one weekend in-between a multi-night session with Mother Ayahuasca. Because I just had Ayahuasca the night before the 'doorway' was already ajar in my mind when I took that first breath of DMT. The vapor went down easily and the floral-chrysanthemum pattern appeared instantly like a camera-flash going off in my third eye—red and gold mainly, with bits of blue, like the rose windows of a cathedral suspended and spinning in a 3D space. These beautiful rotating patterns parted and 'they' were instantly there to meet me—fast-moving elf-like beings who said they'd been waiting for me, who took me on a tour of a beautiful garden before returning me to my body.
I was so taken by the experience that I wrote that Dr. Seuss-like poem above to commemorate the experience.
I'm new to the forum and am not yet allowed to comment on this thread:
https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=61148For those who care about such things, a "DMT Lab" was busted in Appleton, Wisconsin this week, a rare occurrence. Shoddy news coverage rushed in to spread misinformation and withhold useful knowledge about DMT so that a gullible public could remain ignorant, unclear, and fearful. I posted a long reply on that news article, as well as several sites covering the story, because I find it morally egregious when useful experiences are misrepresented to create fear and amplify ignorance or as click-bait to sell advertising. I put slightly different versions of my reply on every news site that permitted comments.
I understand (and hope) there are chemists, scientists, and doctors with more knowledge and experience than I have with DMT here on this forum. Or writers who would frame explanations of DMT more eloquently or in a way that is more accessible to mainstream readers.
I am open to corrections or any constructive criticisms you might have for my replies to those news articles.I realize that my real identity is exposed by virtue of my being forced to comment on the article via Facebook. I weighed the risks of this quite a bit, because anyone Googling my real name (i.e., a prospective employer doing a character check) might be put-off by my publicly engaging on a topic seen as controversial in our present age.
However, I think that setting the record straight with regard to DMT journalism outweighs the risks, and I humbly hope to inspire others to come out of the woodwork and post intelligent, thoughtful, sensitive responses to shoddy news hack-jobs like those currently circulating concerning that "DMT lab" bust. We will never up-end bad journalism if we don't vote-up intelligent comments and add our own (well-articulated, heart-foscused, and/or fact-dropping!) voices to the social media chorus.
Looking at the forum post
here I read many intelligent, funny, insightful responses to those articles about the DMT lab bust. It would be great to see those voices join in on the public media commentary!
Story 1:WBAY: UPDATE-2: Police suspect Appleton drug lab was making hallucinogenicStory 2:“It’s really scary:” Officials in Appleton believe they have discovered a DMT labA few other versions of these stories are also floating around on various sites.
If you read this far I hope I made your time investment worthwhile. Cheers!
"The unexamined life is not worth living."
—Socrates, vegetarian humanist philosopher sentenced to death by suicide for the 'crime' of challenging Greeks to question their beliefs
"Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens."
—Carl Jung, Swiss psychiatrist who explored his subconscious through awareness-expanding plants to create 'The Red Book' and theories of how archetypes influence human consciousness