This whole thread is going to be dedicated to "Recreating the tone" or whatever anyone else may call it.

This singing occurs as a VERY spiritual experience experience to me while I'm in hyperspace.

after my long session of tripping yesterday, I feel like I only need to let you observe at the moment, because I couldn't say why so many people hear the tone, but I know if you work to project that tone, a feeling of cleansing occurs.

At least for me it does.

I don't understand these things yet and I am not sure I ever will, I had a strange feeling yesterday while tripping on dmt that I should just keep walking and find a concealed a spot, a cave or something, and hang out in hyperspace till I died.

I didn't make it to a cave because after my hyperspace trip had ended completely, and the aura I usually feel for about half an hour after my trip had faded completely I sat down under a tree and took another hit, my feet really hurt at this point and I decided I could integrate myself with these surfaced roots of the tree, lay among them and intertwine my fingers with them.

I took another hit after i fished the pipe out of my pocket and tried to become one with the earth. To dissolve myself into it.

I began to do my chant and let it all out, I had lost all fear of being overheard and harshly observed by people. I was safe under this tree, crying to the earth, wondering why this thing exists, why we need to separate from God, when I say God I mean an all encompassiong consciousness, one that is with you always.


I came to the true realization, beyond any fear or doubt, that death is just a realease from this vessel, and you can return to the all knowing flow of energy.

I'm choosing to play the game, while patiently waiting for this vessel to die.

All day I was tripping to some extent it seems, So much that almost a whole gram of dmt got vaped. I really look at the world differently now, and I no longer fear the dmt trip, but instead embrace it.

Needless to say I vaped all the dmt I had brought with me while on my mad dash out of the house. I called my girlfriend and told her I wanted to go on a long journey, she isn't ready for such things, but doesn't want me to leave.
So I walked back to the house.

I figure once I'm more financially stable I will go on my spiritual journey into the desert, and survive along a stream for as long as it takes to really think about the things I want to know.

Life is a beautiful thing.

I welcome your comments, and I want to know if anyone else can recreate the tone.

I love you.


P.s- I will write out the things I said on the recording, as some of it is very hard to understand. I just haven't had that sort of time on my hands yet.




SINGING ON TAPE AGAIN 8/27/2012
35
36
37

I believed I was god for a while, or like god took over my body.

these three recordings are all from the same trip. recording 34 is 41 minutes long, and I will attempt to refine all of these when I have more time.
recordings 35 and 36 remain pretty short.


Edit* 8/28/2012

I've had a chance to sleep and reintegrate my thoughts.

I woke up in the morning yesterday and hung out with my girlfriend till she left for work, then I finished my freeze precip and got some pure white crystals, really surprised me how white they were.

I saw that the crystals stuck to the jar were rather impure and goopy so I dumped some sage in the jar. I'd say there was about a gram of the goopy stuff. I mixed it up good to get everything nice and soaked with dmt, then I packed up a bowl.

I remember noting the time before I went to the room to lay down and do my first hit.
It was 12:15

It was a strange experience, I saw the coding, then I felt possessed, and convinced that I was embodied by god, and he wanted to leave a message before he died. Everything around me at the time seemed to be dissolving and dimensions shifting, but I was still in my room.

So I began recording the first message, which for some reason was to the traveler, maybe I was just thinking about how awesome the traveler is for creating this site. I don't know.

But the feeling was like this.

God, the all knowing consciousness, had chosen my body to inhabit for a period of time.
The only thing was, he had to keep smoking dmt to stay in this world, and he was pleased I had so much packed into the bowl.
Gods trip was pretty intense, because my room was not solid, and god was reverberating through an infinite chain of dimensions, and soon his cycle would end, and a new would begin.
Thinking about it now, I don't know how I even fathomed such a concept. I can't really wrap my head around it now.
So god went rambling on for a little over an hour, feeling alone, dying alone, even after all god had created.
So I, through gods eyes, experienced the death of god on my bathroom floor.

I woke up but felt really really weird. I immediately went upstairs and started consuming large quantities of food. because I was hungry. Leftover garden herb rotini or something like that. followed by a ton of baby spinach leaf. then I chilled out for a second.

I felt the need to go to real hyperspace after such an insane experience, but I kept low dosing, like I would forget to take another hit after the first, till I was almost sober again. it appeared that my eyelids were transluscent for the next four hours of low dosing.
The coding I always see was imprinted on my eyelids and I could still see the world around me if I closed my eyes but I didn't go anywhere else yesterday as much as I tried.


I think, death doesn't exist, and maybe we don't exist either, we are simply a dream played out in the imagination of an all knowing consciousness, and in this dream the consciousness itself must eventually ponder it's own eventual ending, and whether or not that ending will bring new beginning.


Thanks for reading.

I love you.

So far the mp3's don't want to open for me. I'm curious to hear your tone.

I have sang in hyperspace before, also shortly after returning. For me too, it's a profound experience. I barely have words. Painful, pure, spontaneous....for me, when this singing pours from me, it is similar to the carrier wave tone, but not a true re-creation, nor an attempt at recreating it. Generally, if I do sing when in hyperspace, there is tears all over my face and damn, those tears and the tones I sing are two of the most sexual things I've ever encountered.

I'm sorry they won't open. I wonder if others are having this problem...

I recorded them on my phone and had to convert them to mp3, uploaded them from my phone straight to the site.

I'm not very computer literate, so if you think you know of a way to fix this I'm willing to try.


I also cry during this singing. I don't know if I would describe the feeling as sexual, but it's definitely completely invigorating, these notes I bellow out feel as if something heavy is being pushed out of my body, enlightening my soul.

I sang by accident the first time, ever since then I always try to let the feelings out.

I'm not impressed with the recording quality, though I try to create a quiet environment and leave the microphone as close to where I lay my head as I can.
I want to get a good microphone and position it next to the bed.

The soundds are working for me. Are you on drugs?? lol

Haha. No, just hormones.

I really enjoy doing this. I'm sorry they're so low quality. I will fix that problem as soon as I go to guitar world and get a microphone suitable for such things.

I especially enjoyed 2 despite the near 4 minutes of beginning silence
4 I'm saving... Sounds fine.

Blessings.

Thanks for listening flickedbic.

I'm sorry about the silence. lol.