Note: in the following passages, all characters are SWIM

Where am I what with who am I where to begin and then I'm where am I with waaaaaaaaaa...

... *alien whispers encroach from every imaginable angle plus more*

Waaa?...

*hyperkinetic collapse into reality transition*
*magnetic ringing condenses formlessness in organic fractal patterns outwardly into an infinite landscape that somehow forms completely within a single second*
*A being made of tiny scenes consisting of interactions between other smaller beings folds nonchalantly into my immediate observation*
*the most intensely vulnerable conversation ensues in the form of telepathy and interdimensional bug-clicking*

Indeed, 'wa.'

Who?

Me. And. You.

Wow. Thank... You?

Yes, me. Hello. (Keep in mind, all of this is said in glossalic WTF)

This is... All I could ever hope for.

This is yours.

What... Is it??

Paracosm.

So everything's just... My paracosm?

Our experience is inevitable. We exist on the endless chain of inherent binary interaction that begins nowhere in nothingness and ends somewhere in everything. Consciousness is an inevitable 'Light' (capability of awareness) that may 'shine' (be aware) from any point on this chain into the surrounding infinite 'Dark' (every point on the chain that that Light isn't inhabiting). Essentially, if you were to apply consciousness to what you now would refer to as an atom, said atom would experience reality the same way you do now, perceiving it's very own atoms while experiencing itself physically as, perhaps, some form of organic being.

Like passing a flashlight to a tiny friend so he can, in turn, look around, see exactly what you already had, and then forget you were even there to begin with while still faintly recalling a presence, resulting in a tendency to a previously imprinted action which would be the flashlight-passing?

Yes. The Light shines on the Dark, really only reflecting itself. In this way, the Light must eventually experientially merge with and become the Dark, whilst retaining awareness. Your level of Death is the archetypal surrender of Light to Dark, resulting in mind-cellophane-rippage through syrupy syntactical chaos until the ego is either forgotten or destroyed, leaving only a trail of, then, unlit Dark, which becomes, and already was, to begin with,, the very chain itself.

So existence is just an infinite surrender to darkness until it experientially resets into itself?

Yes.

Then... Whatever? What are you?

Inevitably, consciences with the qualities needed to endlessly survive the endless mind-fall-back-to-source arise from the cycles of All and carry on experience in a different manner that isn't possible for you to entirely understand in your state, the manner you are grasping at experiencing now.

So... When the right people die the right way... They enter into some kind of heaven and be god things?

Yes.

Wait... Are you?

Yes.

Thoth!? Hermes!? You're just... THE messenger!? Archetype! THING!!!

...

And you're here telling me THINGS!?!? Then what about... There's gotta be more. What happens if -

Sorry but -

No! Wait! -

Goodbye.

*magnetic soundscape fades/unfolds into LSD dreams*

(I do not claim to have figured out the universe, this is just a narrative of some insane dreamy pocket of clarity I encountered within hallucinatory-mind-salad and then went to work giving my best effort to articulate in english ASAP. The actual exchange of whatever-the-fuck between entity so-and-so and whoever I am was so profoundly absurd, that that absurdity itself seemed to be the very 'matter' that 'visibly' formed the experience and whatever tangible information I pulled out of that, I understand, cannot be trusted. The Thoththings sounds ridiculous, but that is just... it... I'm sorry, I was probably looking too hard for it. It's like a dream journal about a dream that somehow didn't even happen but still did. It was like watching God writing his signature in eternity-ink and I was somehow the room it was happening in, or something... or... whatever. It's just too much. It's so much stuff. Unfortunately it's mostly incommunicable, but hey, I gave it my best shot. Everything just makes so much more sense. I think I need to go be some kind of artist or activist or try and help bring about world peace or something because anything else just seems like the most absolutely useless bullshit conceivable at this point. If everyone went and saw whatever I just did first hand, I feel like there wouldn't be any interpersonal issues between anyone at all forever. Excuse any mistakes or offensiveness in whatever way I might have whatever, It's just an attempted act of expression, I swear, and I just need to write this down somewhere (so here) before I falls asleep and forget it all because I'm so damn exhausted and trippy feeling. It's like there was this metaphysical puzzle I was always trying to put together and somehow it just all came together in a way that totally made sense to me and as I try to recount it it's slowly falling apart and becoming less and less apparent and I just need some way to remember. It feels as though I am shamefully vomiting my very essence onto those around me and trying to convince them it's okay in an effort to retain an idea of my own identity amongst other chaotic faceless relatives of mine doing the exact same thing, or maybe I'm some kind of sociopath or narcissist or something or other or just tripping. I feel super vulnerable and tired and I'm rambling but like I want to but I really don't at all but for some reason I need to, but I'm probably just tripping. To hell with it. For now, I shall recharge, I'll review or recall or eradicate ridiculous this tomorrow (whenever that is))

Sincerely and with all kinds of loves,
Me

A revised, more sane, more accurate recollection of the experience now that SWIM's slightly less exhausted/dumbfounded/just-super-tripped-not-too-long-ago:

*acid-tripping-SWIM struggles, but more like just takes forever, to load some unknown amount of DMT into his bubbler*

*hits it like a champ*

*exhales for what seems like 10 years*

What... Has... SWIM... Done...

*in the most heavenly plane imaginable an entity who is somehow the essence of everything ever coalescing into a single voice tells him in the clearest way possible something that seems to be the answer to every problem ever*

*somehow the ego wakes up in excitement and is in tact enough to gain a sense of mission*

OHHH! YES! YESSS! I MUST... SAY THAT... IN... WORRRRDS!

*struggles in vain to retain as much of the encounter as possible, causing the rest of the acid trip to be pretty uncomfortable. Eventually gets to typing the experience (obsessively careful for typos, I might add) in a way that simply doesn't do the whole thing justice and couldn't possibly to begin with anyways*

*ends up sounding pretty lame*

Everything seemed perfectly clear for just a moment that lasted forever, but even now that it's gone, it feels as though a switch has been flipped within me and I can accept and love whatever I encounter as it comes with an unrelenting confidence that it fits perfectly into the everything-puzzle.

Thank you, DMT.

Hahaha, wow, sombody has the same belif as me, I never would of thought, My line is "I exist because I simply can."
It makes alot of sense to me that something could spawn completly out of nothing, your not crazy my friend, and if you are im crazy too. What better way to destroy an impure being than to distroy its ego, to reshape it like a ball of clay. Sometimes for us to change we need to surrender to the unknown to change our depest belifes. and in that unkown we find truth, its not always pleasent, but nessasary. Im with you on this one, its the closest thing to me taht makes sense too I belive we are reborn to the point where we become gods ourself, were just being trained in the mean time to be like "HIM". If it was just a messanger, he was like us too at every point in our lives. He knows what we have been through as a mortal, what better way to understand a situation than to be in the same one as before?! So you can know and say without a doubt, "this is a good, or a bad idea" and know it!

We are all born as childeren, childeren see their parents as gods growing up, telling, what to, do what not to do, we all have parents who have parents, but what about the big picture.

Our parents grow up, learn good lessions, and teach thier childeren the same lessions. They want the best for thier childeren, we are all the great desighners childeren or God for a name, and we all have alot to learn before we become parents too like God himself, not just for human kids, but self aware beings as well. I do belive this line of thought that you wanna teach the bad kid the right thing? U gotta beat it into thier heads (not litteraly of corse) but through lessions " The stove is hot" but even tho you told them, they need to find out for themselves and i think thats what the creator has done because life is inevetable and unpredictable, but set in a way that gives us a choice, no matter what.

Gods speed my friend, there are others that bellive this too. The fact now, Ive tried to explain this to all my friends and none will listen. I know Im not alone on this..

Aha! Thanks for the support! It means a ton.

I just meditated on this for a while over some hardcore cleansing and cacao in total darkness. I've come to the conclusion that there needs to be a coalition of different types of thinkers and artists to solidify a working theory about whatever this thing is in a mathematical way so that it can then be translated and shown to everyone everywhere which will ultimately result in the search for a way to create and instill synthetic innocence into the totality of the world's populous, and that should bring about a universal shift into a kind of eternal paracosm-state without the necessity of even the source-death; like a legitimate biblical rapture, only for everyone and everything. I feel so giddy and delusional.

I had the trip of totality, the end of the line kind of trip, here goes..

I was sitting at my brothers house and i brought that magical molicule with me. I infused it into some mint leaves so it was easy to smoke. We sat down and I took the first rip, held it tight, and I felt that uneasyness saying "Ok, I think I did it now.." As the colors and geo shapes started taking hold thats what i became blinded by, then incased by it as i sunk into oblivion. As I fell deeper down the rabbit hole I started contemplating " Who am I? Why am I in such a place?" As what felt like me melting into everything, the very heart of it all. My being compressed down to a cell, running backwards down my spiritual line, then an atom, then smaller, to a singularity, something i didnt understand as it was happening to me, but as time slowly unfolded I started meditating, forgot everything, and my worries of what might happen, and meditating as calmly as my mind would allow, in this "limbo". It felt like eternity, just floating there, hovering, just as one with everything, pulses of information flooded my senses endlessly, i was incased in a womb of some kind, like a cosmic womb. A soul waiting to spring life out of, again the questions surface again, "Why am I here? Who am I?" As these rational questions burned and sizzled in my being, I asked the final question. "Why do I exist?...."

Then a voice that was unmistakably my own but a different being as well whispered to me, but was me at the same time, "I Exist Because I simply can.."
I asked the being fused with me what is your name? "I go by many names, but have none, I am who I am, and that's all I am..."
As I felt what the being and I was saying I became part of what was said, cause it was me and I was that being at the same time. Very powerful, but gentle, Thought as smooth as water but as cunning as lightning. Empathetic to the ones who didnt deserved to be hurt, and A sadness for those that needed those lessions. It felt like... One, The Omega, Everything and Nothing, Infinite. All is as it should be, there is no cause for worry. Peace, Sirenity.
As I started to come down very gently, I felt that being leave, but it resinated enough to the point where I can feel the experience every time I think about it, still freaks me out but I know what happend, Its beyond words, this lousy keyboard does it no justice, no justice! Just soo, Beautiful!!

Hope you had fun readin My report, I can relate to your belifes completley, submitting to unknown and coming out better, I had tons of fun reliving it lol! Peace and Namaste

That sounds like an incredible experience, thank you for sharing.

I did some research on the things that are now embedded in my cranium, and it turns out that everything I experienced has already been described mathematically by a version of this theory, The Grand Unified Theory, called God Almighty's Grand Unified Theory (GAGUT) by this guy Dr. Oyibo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMElOY-G2qw

It's like... Exactly the framework for what I'm trying to say, and honestly this is starting to creep me out.

http://www.cio.com/artic...Turn_On_Tune_In_Geek_Out

I think LSD can amplify your mental capabilities, or something.

Agree to all.

I know you're unhappy that you cannot properly relay what you experienced...

but wow, you did a fantastic job given the circumstances. So thanks!


In regards to LSD amplifying mental ability...

I believe that we all have an extra sensory that most of us aren't aware of at all. Psychedelics, meditation, healthy mind/body balance, et al, are all things that heighten the sensory.

It's like an ear, in that you can hear, but there is no physical tissue, and no physically perceptible sound. It's like an eye, in that you can see, but you have no retina, and you may be sitting in complete darkness.

You sense your reality.

With this understanding - psychedelics become less about your brain on drugs and more about your true existence being self realized.

Who's to say it's all in our head?


You're onto something

I think I figured it out.

What the human body is is a type of machinery meant to provide an environment for an ego to develop. The ego is a kind of inner-spacecraft, that can be used to travel the gap between physical reality and the realm of unlimited possibility. The goal is to form an ego that can survive the journey across this gap. The reason it's so hard to do is paracosm-land has no rules, and as such is identified by beings of a limited physical perspective as the ultimate unknown... the Dark... the archetype of fear... Everything you could ever dream of lies in wait for you just beyond a leap of faith across a void of infinite terror. If your ego-space-craft devours itself out of fear during this journey, you're left as you came, as a part of the thing that connects us all and that we're all a part of, whatever that is, and then you're reborn to start over and try again with no memory of your past self. It's like... every religion ever, put together. It's like when Jesus Christ says that to enter the kingdom of heaven you must be as a child... It's all about innocence. With innocence, there is no fear. You'd only reflect your surrounding and enter paracosm-land as though it weren't a challenge to begin with. All the guys teachings are like a recipe for the kind of ego that can pass through the insanely scary gates into heaven. I think that's what mayans or aztecs or whatever were all about. That's why they sacrificed their best people... It wasn't brutality of any kind, it was that they were aware of these things on such a level that they were socially integrated... They knew their best people were the ones that were ready to jump the ultimate gap into infinity and go be with the gods... There's just so much stuff to say... Oh my goodness... We all need to understand that perfect good and perfect evil are exactly the same thing, and then we'll be able to enter into forever...

Psychadelics aren't drugs, they are tools to help us build our 'ego spacecrafts' so we can enter the realm of infinite possibility without fear or guilt destroying them.

Awesome guys and girls...great posts!
That video about GAGUT theorem is really interesting. Need to look more deep in to it. Fascinating to say at least.

Found this. http://www.math.buffalo....lu_Alex_GAGUTreview1.pdf