Fascinating thread. My sense of sound certainly acts strange on DMT. I can't be sure what dosage would be ideal for the auditory effects (rarely weigh doses). I've even felt tapped into nearby trees and their rustling leaves that were then picked up by wind and the rustling built tremendously acting as my carrier wave to breakthrough. The scanning is something I haven't experienced personally but have surely read a report with something similar. I will attempt to search for it when I can and share the link. It is a very interesting phenomena in my mind. I will certainly pay more attention to my other senses and keep this in mind for future journeys.
I also wonder if DMT may provide more direct access to a universal stream of consciousness that we are always connected to on some level. The fullness of the DMT experience to the emotional and sensory extremes would lead one to liken it to a strong or more direct connection. I wonder if other performable acts may tap into this universal stream on some weaker or indirect level as well. Can we, on some level, tap into this universal stream of consciousness with acts such as stream of consciousness thinking or writing, singing, rapping, speaking, praying, playing music, drawing, painting, acting, building, or seemingly any other form of expression? Can we strengthen this link by letting our "selves" go and letting "our" selves flow, so to speak? Numerous high profile figures (and others of course) have made claims that they felt the product of their work was not a product of their own work, but rather something working through them. This can be found to be true in many areas of expression. Even in a good conversation or brainstorming session I can feel that free flowing connection and creation.
Hope I'm not falling off of your topic MomentOfTruth. If I didn't, I'm probably about to. A fly also played a starring role in one if my experiences. Building into breakthrough it flew in my field of vision and did a dance routine (from my perspective) before my reality disappeared. Once I pop out of breakthrough I look down at my bubbler and see the fly next to it, the fly immediately does some zig-zagging to the middle of lamp stand next to me. I look it straight in the eyes from mere inches and it doesn't flinch. The fly just stares right back at me, rubbing its front legs together as if saying, "I'm ready..." So I did what any kind soul would and reciprocated. Performing a dance for the fly and enjoying the living daylight out of the 3-4 dimensional space I inhabit. Fly didn't look too impressed with my abilities to be honest, but at least watched the full show.
I do feel there are more to our senses than we know. Maybe we even have more senses than we know?
Lovely report, thanks for sharing.
The inner soul is full of joy. Reveal my secrets and sew me whole. With each day, "I" heeds your call.
You may not care the slightest and may not be the brightest, but from here "I" sees you're mighty for you created it all.
And the jumbling sea rose above the wall.
Through this chaos comes the order you enthrall.