I have found that after smoking low doses of dmt a couple of times, without "breaking through", I can now access much higher "levels" on a relatively low lsd dosage.
On Friday night, I experienced pure synchronicity. It was one of those unplanned, spur of the moment trips (always the best). Me and a couple of close mates got some lsd sugar cubes, I ate 2. Then as the synchronicity exploded, we met up with an old friend of mine who i hadn't seen for 7 years, and her brother.
I'm not going to go into details, but it was very much a new beginning.
My ex-girlfriend has "bipolar" but I'm sure we all know that is just another category. She is a very spiritual person, and often will dream things before they happen.
About 2 weeks before hand my ex-girlfriend had a dream that i died in an explosion, a few days after she had that dream, i was feeling like i was ready to let go and move on. I had a paper bag full of old notes, pictures etc. from my ex. it also had a silver necklace and a crystal in it, which were both very sentimental items for both of us. I had decided that i was going to burn it all, and i could condense all of the combustable, now irrelevant items, into something sentimental, to remember her and our relationship, in a more positive, meaningful way.
A few days after i did this, we got the sugar cubes. On the night that we dropped them, the sky was filled with smoke from some bush fires burning south of the city. The sky was red. It was like the aftermath after the explosion. This prevented us from doing our usual ritual of lying on the trampoline and looking at the stars.
Anyway i could go on forever about the details of what happened that night but at some point, when i was sitting and meditating for a few minutes, I suddenly found myself racing up the dmt vortex/tunnel whatever you want to call it. I definitely broke through a barrier. Soon after that happened me and my best friend experienced what i can only describe as telepathy.
Towards the end of the night, sitting in darkness in my back garden back at home, talking. Chris decided that we needed a candle. The only candle i could find in my house was one that my ex-girlfriend had given to my mum, it burned for a few minutes before it ran out.
There's something about fire.