Just for the record, plenty of trips under my belt
I am still so very unsure, as most know DMT leaves you with more questions than answers, if I am experiencing my subconscious mind? The Collective? Or actual entities when they rarely present themselves.
As an aside, most entities I have encountered are, according to duality, NOT nice things. I think I can recall once instance of truly friendly beings.
So last night after setting up some E-juice and a mod for the first time (ditching the GVG) I went on quite the ride.
The TV was on and as the trip began to take hold I remember looking at it, green particle waves beaming into my head and laughing to myself thinking, “Why are we allowing them to just come into us like this”? With masochistic feelings flooding my mind,
I imagined DMT as the next level of entertainment. Ideas and pictures beaming into the mind, the evolution of gaming, television, or movies.
After that short thought, I collapsed face down into the sheets surrounding my girlfriends legs. As my face was smothered and my eyes closed I was met with (again for the sake of our language and duality) a demon. Ill try to describe it. Dark, shape shifting fluidly, shades of brown, possibly multiple faces with the look of evil intentions.
I felt it “speak” again for lack of a better term. It wanted to make a deal with me. I’m really not entirely sure what the deal was. Something along the lines of helping it enter this world. I don’t know if it mean by promotion of DMT itself, or by allowing it to hitch a ride or what. Obviously the answer was no.
It thrashed about, wriggled with hatred, anger, fear, and desperation. I was not afraid, only one thought came to my mind. I pitied the beast. I felt sorry for this wretched thing that instinctively I knew would never be allowed into this reality. As it tried harder to instill fear, I lost the pity and smirked, almost tauntingly. I had showed it remorse and it continued it’s attack? How could I not roll my eyes in its show of languish.
I rubbed my face into the sheets and the more I did, the more I was presented with <demonic>? <Alchemical>? No I’d call them occult symbols. Flying by in different colors peeling off the sheets which seemed to stretch on forever.
So now I contemplate. Does DMT produce a situation in which entities attempt to enter our world? Is it possible the alien invasion we whiteness in the movies and pop culture wont come from above, but one day from within, by means of psychic manipulation or attachment? Is it possible we are opening portals not to become aware of other dimensions, but so that beings from other dimensions become aware of us? And if so, where did this molecule come from? Why was it planted on this earth?
Or perhaps I was just a witness to my own inner demons, although walking away from this experience I can draw no parallels to my own life for personal growth, sadly.