What is the true origin of an idea?


(Feel free to post your questions, no matter how silly or profound.
Also, post the answer you think DMT gave you, if you so desire )

In case you are wondering,
I'm interested in putting together a book of questions human beings have put to DMT,
and to find out if there is a relationship between the answers.
This is simply a genuine investigation into DMT's relationship with human beings.
All posts are extremely valuable, and I think this would be a great idea for a sticky, if it isn't already (and I don't know about it). Don't feel you ought to post an essay. You can simply write a one-liner question and/or answer.

All inputs are gold!

I once asked why I had been feeling so alone, and misguided in my life.

The answer it gave me was simply "family"

This answer is hard to explain really, it could of gone in many different directions. However, after thinking about it long and hard, it seemed to be trying to tell me that I have not been putting enough time and effort into my family life, and that I needed to focus more on it. This seems to be a common theme for me on psychs though, as I have a somewhat screwed up and broken family. It always seems to point in the direction of me needing to let go of the past and accept their love.

I know I will never be able to fully heal what has been done, but it showed me where to start and how to accept the things that have happened and not hold onto them in negative ways. I am still struggling with it though, just not as bad as before.

I still have a long life ahead of me, and I know it will change one day.

Having just recently experienced DMT for the first time, the synchronisation of emotional events leading up to the journey left me with a question I would like to ask before my second journey:

Was that coincidence?

I'm not sure if I need an answer.

I can't honestly say I have gone in with too many explicit questions. I think I would forget about them as the experience rushes me anyway. Usually I am left with a couple questions, or DMT will answer something that I have been thinking about on and off for some time.

Some popular questions that I have been left with:

Q: Why?

Q: What?

Here are some questions and answers that I have been able to ascertain after some selected experiences. I did not necessarily go in with these questions but I had the answers afterward for sure:

Q: Is working in finance/business ok?

A: Life is meaningless so you can do whatever you want with no worries. But knowing you, if you are a fake, faceless, corporate drone who only cares about his own bankroll, then you won't be happy. So don't be that.

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Q: Who really cares about me and doesn't just use me to fulfill some duty or make progress toward some goal?

A: Tough as everyone has an agenda, but your mother and best friend are two people who truly care about you.

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Q: What am I supposed to do right now?

A: "Just be. That's what you're supposed to do right now." - The Sphinx (some of these words are now immortalized in ink on my body because of how profound I found them to be)

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Really most of these question-answer schemes have to do with me being concerned that I am not acting correctly or living life properly, which is in essence very philosophical. A lot of personal work revolves around these types of issues, so naturally they come up often.

Ask DMT a silly question and it will give you a silly answer. Ask DMT a serious question and you may be hyperslapped harder than you bargained for.

Ask DMT no question and it will show you what you need to know. That is what I have found thus far in my experiences.

I'm with RAM in the sense that whether or not I actually pose a question before going deep, I always find some sort of answer to something. But I am always left with 42 more questions...

For me - asking the DMT experience some form of a question prior, in hopes of it being answered is like spitting into the wind; I just don't think the experience works in a linear, dualistically based mode like that; such as [I pose a question] = [The experience answers]. I find often times that the experience doesn't give a hoot about any of my questions.

This can especially be said for during the experience. If i've taken a sufficient enough dosage, then the capability of me trying to ask questions is laughable. Im literally struck down in every facet of attempting a dialogue with the experience. Passive observer has been the best bit for me; that's when the experience tends to open itself up. That's when the epiphanies will come bombarding in typically - when im not actively trying to seek.

i asked the meaning of life, existence and self and a grandpa feeling entitiy made of tubes on which his body parts moved freely, did this



i then gave up trying to ask questions

This is how I see it, as letting go of myself leaves all questions behind.

Nevertheless, if someone starts interpreting the experience subjectively, (s)he will always find what they are looking for. Like R.A.Wilson postulated this process of the mind as the game of "the seeker and the finder".

tseuq

@3rdI; Your dance is pretty elegant.

Yep, this exactly.

Vaped DMT i find myself mostly in sheer awe with very little dialogue going on that i'm aware of.

I've also found that i have the deepest experiences through neutral awareness rather than trying to interpret the experience in any way. If anything after the experience i find i may be left with more questions rather than any answers. I do think it's an interesting approach though.

I've found that for a dialogue or focused contemplation psilocybin or LSD respectively can be much more suitable than vaped DMT.

The first time I semi-broke-through an entity asked me "DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU SMOKED DMT???" while laughing at me in my bewildered state. I was so scared that I mentally blocked out the answer. Know I wanna know, WHY DID I SMOKE DMT???

I can recall one time I was having a rather disappointing, mundane sub-breakthrough. I was probably around mid-way through or close to done, when I posited hyperspace the question in thought of something to the extent of, "what's the deal with Egypt?" Rather instantaneously, everything began to shift and morph into an Egyptian scene on the scale of breakthrough beauty. I cannot recall any other specifics. It's not like I had any questions answered, but it seemed to be more of fulfilling a request. I enjoyed the interactivity.

Often when I vaporize, I have an ongoing interaction with a goddess-- I think of her as Nut. In my life, I have been preoccupied with my lack of producing art, and that was the central issue I planned to bring her.

There is something of a powerful erotic energy when I encounter her, so much so that it can be distracting. Concerned that I was bringing too much of my libido to the session, I asked if I in any way offended her. Her reply is that love is a power that binds all things, even those in her realm. She then communicated that love/desire is my path and not to be ashamed.

I then got to my planned question and inquired if I should be focused more on producing art. Her response was unexpected-- there was a pause, as if to say, "Weren't you listening to me?" (Nut often reveals my stupidity) Then she answered with a question: "Does producing art fill you with love and desire?"

What is love ?

What is truth ?

What is freedom ?

What is the universe ?

What is beauty ?

What is authenticity ?

All these questions gave the same answer, maybe because they are all the samething.





This is what I do now also : become a "passive observe". This is where the true insight commes from.

I get that very often, it seems mundane then BAM : a thought starts off a chain reaction and you're there.

Why are you what the omg is this happening am i if when this stop holy crap?!?

Usually something like that.

Really though I don't ask a molecule anything, I view it more as just a key than anything else. I'll have thoughts and ponder things at times but usually in a very non verbal manner, and from there the energy might move in a direction that seems to open it up in interesting ways with new perspectives, or maybe not. Asking an entity a question directly has had mixed results for me but is too hard for me to language anyways.

The first time i did mushrooms we were all in this field...I was contemplating the big questions of life when a friend suddenly came bursting out of the woods moving just like that guy.

Wow - everyone, this is perfect. I love your comments.
Here's some motivation:
This is a kind of experiment, an exercise to collect and compile any and all insights/ideas/kernels of wisdom that human beings feel and conceive as alien or transcendental, from the Wholly Other or God, from the collective consciousness of the species or mother Gaia, or from the wizards and elves and beings made of light in hyperspace - I'm interested in every specific detail. I want to understand DMT in a much larger context heretofore denied and considered impossible.
It's the old question,
"Well, what the hell is it?"
It's DMT. You vaporize this stuff.
"Is it safe?"
You guys remember McKenna's immortal words: "yeah, unless you're afraid of death by astonishment!".

---ten minutes later---

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???

hahahahaha

Think of a child asking its father about a table "what is it really?"
A Table!
"Well yeaa I know that - but I mean, what is it really?"

We have investigated the mechanism of action by which DMT works on the brain - this is what Rick Strassman did in the 90's. [Source = http://www.amazon.com/DM...xperiences/dp/0892819278]

We learned a great deal from that experiment.
But I think that we together can formulate a mind template of the compound.
Just as psilocybin has its own mind, so too I believe is DMT like that.

Consider the next time you are out for a walk, or even if you're sitting there in front of your computer -
simply look around and I want you to notice something in particular. And that is
every object you see was once an idea.
This lamp, this bottle, this torch lighter,
this glass vapor genie, this trash can, this light bulb,
this carpet, these walls, this apartment, this city, this pavement, this concrete, my god the roads!
the signposts, the symbols on those signposts, the emblem on your work shirt, your belt, your shoes,
your watch, your glasses, your books, the skyscrapers, the buildings, the waffle house,
the countries themselves, their borders and so-called nationalities -

The point is all these things are the physical expressions, or manifestations, of ideas having condensed into existence, either in the form of symbols or concrete objects. Language too is an idea, you see. Concepts condense.
And I am not the first to say this - I am not claiming originality. But, I want to know if people find this feeling familiar and reasonable.
The Tibetans have known this. Ancient Chinese have known this. This is the heart of religion. This is what it's all about.
The universe is mind. (or consciousness, call it whatever suits you)
Now, taking this a step further - all those symbols and objects aforementioned are what they are because
Mind itself is in the Matter. Mind is the Matter!

We fancy moving things through the air with our minds. Don't we understand? This is what we've always done. When I reach for my bottle, I have intent. I move my hand. I have no idea how. I contact the bottle. Where did this bottle come from? How was it made? Why was it made? Who thought to try it? What singularity of mind out there had this idea-form, the mental visualization of the object to be?
Hence the question: What is the true origin of an idea?
It seems traceable to nowhere except everywhere.

Here's the general idea:

Human civilization is the result of monkey visualization. Generations of mentation compounding on the last, each succeeding flow of invention more complex than the last. Language has been the stuff of which ideas are made, themselves the stuff by which information is connected together from innumerable singularities of consciousness. The longer this process runs, the more sophisticated and incredible our collective imagination becomes. We are not about to depart for the stars. We are already there. Here, within the cusp of a hyper-connected age of information compression, this is an epoch in which we begin to understand telepathy and the concomitant discovery of a power more immense than anything we have ever known before. And that is humanity's complete capacity to modulate virtual reality.
Think of humanity as a singular mind.
Consider the mushroom as much a mind as one considers humanity as a collective species.
I suggest the same is true with DMT, Salvia, Mescaline, LSD, and so forth:
Is it helpful to think of them as minds of their own?

I really think so. Ever since I've made the effort to acknowledge the origins of ideas in places and objects around me, it's become very clear just how vast the human mind is. It's very difficult to pin down, perhaps impossible, the origin of a thought, because the very conditions that gave rise to that thought can never be duplicated. To express this point, hear the following wisdom of Heraclitus, when he said, "One can never walk through the same stream twice".

But his disciple was wiser. He said, "One can never walk through the same stream once".
This is because your feet, legs, body, eyes, brain is changing as much as the steam itself is changing.
Do two aggregates of motion ever really make contact? What do we mean by contact?

See, this is the stuff I'm talking about. Very difficult to say.

Anyway, that's the idea of this whole thing. Though it seems irresponsible and immature to think one could possibly come to any respectable image of the mind of entheogens, it still seems fun to try.

Can we human beings map dmt's mental topography?
Are we human beings?

The entities in the DMT realms and I have developed some rapport over the years... In 2012 I was beginning my journey into how I was going to help make the world beautiful. I asked what could be done to radically transform cities and towns across the united states and the world.
The answer was this:
Give a seed of a fruit bearing tree to every elementary aged student each year. Educate the kids as they germinate the seeds. Take this deluge of baby fruit trees and plant them in community orchards. They called it an Arborist Approach.

The visions they presented to me covered swaths of time. Expressing how a program like the Arborist Approach instituted in a town would transform that town into a mixed fruit orchard in the time it would take a 1st grader to graduate high school. And the benefits would be reaped by that child's great grand-child.
I wept at the simplicity and elegant beauty of the program. No fighting no fuss gently over time an abundance would be produced with little more effort than we, as a society, are already putting forth.

Usually I go in with utter humble respect, but in this one occasion I took another opposite stance, about on the moment that "spice-wall" was starting to kick me little a..

I strong-ed myself up and said/thought/projected this directed at spice-world:
(mind the language but it is part of the testimony, sorry.)

"What the fuck are you thinking to do? What is this that you're trying to shove into my system? What's that game or scheme you try to play, I see you darn well, don't fuck around with me, don't even try thinking about it. If you wanna play-with-the-human search yourself another victim. Now if you have serious plans on a respectful manner, you're welcome, but don't fuck with this here now."

I do not remember what exactly followed, but it was sure no hyperslap, I did had the idea that my "unrespectful" warning was taken into account. I'm open for the suggestion that my warning was (partly) toward myself, in how I myself was going to deploy the potential that spice gives.

Since it seemed not to work adverse, I now always take a little push-off in that line like: Hey c'mon whatever follows, don't fu.. around with me. Then I hesitate to finish with the word "please" or not. And I actually can't pin point addressing to who. It? Me?

For giggles: projecting me in the future as a ceremonial priest of sorts, the modus and flow of conduct would be hugely altered into particular style. No more fluffy sing along the camp fire, but a little talk to the flames like: "FTW is your game around here flame-dude?"

Now you can interpret this no-humble as the lowest way to deal with spirituality or healing, but there is something in the core that works, a firming-yourself-up, a don't let yourself washed like dung by anything that comes by. Perhaps the way it is portraited here is a tad unduly, but I got the idea that hyperworld is also itself a bit like that, really bold.

The catch is this: no-humble approach does not mean no-respect, is no attempt to stand-above, is not negative in any way. One can really firmup oneselves and call hyperworld to behave and do that in a bold way without any supremacy attitude. I've the feeling humbleness in it's best suit illustrates "respect" but in a lesser suit could also paint out self-pitty or lowering one-selves unnecessarily. I think in that last version you're actually asking to be ballkicked in hyperworld.

There is no question that hyperworld will win flat out any kind of strength match on any level, but it seems to extend appreciate/respect when you try to stand on your wobbly hyperlegs, whether that happens flaming or not is not really the point of issue.

Speaks for itself that all of this is of no meaning when dissolved into unity, there taking or having a stance is preposterous.

That's the point of life, to wiggle and have mindless fun