I'm not the kind of person who likes to share his DMT experiences, because of impossibility to describe them in words. Since there are no words that can describe what I saw, heard and experienced, experience reports seem bleak, and are on the level of describing fun ride that one would think is not beneficial at all, and is just about seeing "pretty shapes and colors", although you Nexians know it's more than that, and know how to appreciate it.
But anyway, I'll try to put in words what I've experienced last night.
It was about 1 A.M, and after some mental preparation, and attempts to clear my mind of everything, so that I don't have preprogrammed experience, created by my thoughts, I loaded around 50mg into The Machine, and sat comfortably in my couch.
I had to do breathing exercises, and trying to relax for few minutes, because nervousness and fast heart rate can hold me down, so I tried to relax for few minutes.
When my anxiety vanished a lil' bit, and my heart calmed down, I lit up the lighter, and started vaping. The flame is dancing under the metal mesh of The Machine, and thin wisps of vapor are rushing to the straw as I'm inhaling. That was a first hit, and almost immediately after that, there's that famous feeling, that presence in the air (air is not "empty", as we usually perceive it, there's something in it), and there's a feeling of increased pressure, like being under the water, I'm sure much of you are familiar with this feeling.
Then second hit, environment around me starts melting. Walls breathing, depth perception changing, colors enhancing, this is the part I love.
Third hit: now it's starting to get really weird. Although light was bright in my room, it started to get dimmer and dimmer, like some kind of dark veil is slowly descending and taking over my vision. This is where I put down my machine, and close my eyes.
As soon as I closes my eyes, immensely colorful and vivid visuals were there. And not just they were there, I was flying through them, and they were passing beside me. There were mostly Islamic-like shapes and patterns, like those you can find on Arabic carpets.
As I flew through these, I don't know quite and how I ended up in this place which I'm going to describe, and this is where the words really fail:
I ended up in a room, very colorful and very bright. At first, it wasn't so clear, but then it cleared up, and became solid and "real". This room had a big cube floating and spinning in center of it. Although the room appeared bounded, it seemed infinite in width (yes, impossible, I know).
And so this cube was spinning madly inside this room. It was glorious, magnificent, ineffable, defies any explanation there currently is. As it was spinning, it gradually changed into something more complex, now it was something with 5 edges and angles, then 6, 7...until it was complex, that its shape is simply impossible to exist. At least in 3D space for that matter.
But never mind its complex, and impossible shape, that cube also had very interesting shapes and patterns on it. As it changed, patterns also on it changed, the more complex the cube was, more complex the patterns were. And the room it was in, the cube actually dictated how the room will look like. The cube dictated where it will be, and how it's environment will look like. Some of the patterns from the cube were projecting on the walls of this room. Then I was thinking: "this cube must be living organism. It is not inanimate object". Through the whole experience, I was telling to myself: "You have to remember this, this is important, you must never, ever forget this".
And this I must note, as this cube spun, the music which followed it was very futuristic and alien sounding, out of this place and time. It was in synchrony with cube, the cube and sound were inseparable. Maybe actually the cube was making that sound? I don't know....
I don't know how, and why the scene changed, but after that, I was looking at alien city, with curvy, coney, roundly buildings, which looked surreal. Now the futuristic music was also there, but it was different. As I looked at this scene, it started fading. "Oh, I'm coming back", I thought.
As I opened my eyes, I was melted with the room and couch I was on. It looked like there's no difference between couch I was on, and room I was in, we were one. Everything, even plants in my room were me, and I was them. There's no separation. Separation seemed like illusion.
Eventually, everything came back to this dull reality. I proceeded to bedroom, to try to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep right away. The thoughts were racing: "Where was I? What's the meaning of that? What the hell has just happened".
And, this is my most intense experience so far. I will surely keep my hands away from The Molecule for some time.
(If someone is asking why "peek through the firmament", I have a feeling that what we're doing is similar to peeking through firmament, see the Flammarion Engraving
).
Peace and love.