I am not one to write down each and every psychedelic experience of mine, let alone attempt to explain any such experience to others considering the infinite amount of information lost in translation to words. Alas, this experience I recently incurred thanks to good ol' DiMiTriptaminicanonica deserves to be journaled about and shared with others, or so it seems to be.
The story goes a little something like this...
55 milligrams of a 1:1 changa were administered via a gravity bong and held in until Nineinchnails' reptile kicked in full blast. Before exhaling, effects were instantly noticed (I had been using a blend which contained harmalas for the past few months and had forgotten just how wild and wacky and weird straight spice could be-ooooopsidaisy) approximately 7 seconds after inhalation, laying on the bed, lungs full of magical vapor, 30 more seconds drop on by.
KABLAAAAOOOOOOOMMMMM
Reptile kicks itself up into full gear and I purge my lungs of all their contents
WHOOOOOSH
Whom. Flamn. Flop. KA pow. Rho. Bo Po mo to go ko so lo io to ko mo no to mi om o on ahahahaha
Who Why where how
WHUUUUU>>>
I couldn't rationalize anything after that exhalation. It bounded and bounced up into infinity. Eyes closed. Everything goes wavy. 4th dimensional very fast. The colors take shapes and forms and I am being led, hand over heart down a cosmic conveyer belt that appears to be taking new sounds and flavors. I am led to a door with jaggedly smooth faces of green and blue and a golden frequency starts ringing in my head. The vibrations within match the vibrations of the door and the two faces swing open, unveiling a swirling suction whole spiraling in a manner similar to the milky way
Come forward, son, yes. There you go. Come with us. Be us. Follow. NOOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOOWWWWWWWFWOoooooooooooooooooooooom
FWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
I am sucked into the vortex and from within the void, on a brilliant pink and purple background is a picturesque neighborhood of homes on stilts. I am a hummingbird flying through the neighborhood surveying the scene. I am hovering not more than a few meters from a door when a family, a mother and two children, walk out. I Wonder to myself if they're entities. Sure do seem like it. I wonder if they notice me. If they can hear me. Sense me? Acknowlege me? Well? Do I exist to them? I'm not too sure and I sure as hell don't wanna find out.
One other thing. This is a big one too. Those creatures, Whatever they are and were. One extra remarkable feature which I cannot for the life of me get out of my mind is how they LOOOKED
These creatures/entities/whateveryacallits had the bodies and necks of human beings, but were anything but human from the neck up. Instead of a human face, attached to the top of each neck, lying perpendicular to the body supporting it was a PLATYPUS. Yup. That's right. AN actual platypus that had a range of motion like an owl (platypus head could naturally turn in every singly direction without any apparent strain on the neck at all) and quacked like a duck.
Intrigued at these odd and bizarre platypus people, I floated down by them, ever so carefully keeping my distance as they walked on down the street and accross the fractal fields of electric sheep to their Nissan Quest with built in coffee machine, Ham radio, and self defense guided ICBM system, and zapped off to another dimension, disappearing in a cloud of rainbow squigglypoofs.
Jaw dropping, I couldn't believe my sun shine eyes. This sky, so blue and harold cloud like. The fractals, snail like, returning accross my eyes wow me oh my why me? wooooow
The DMT dropped me down as swiftly as it chucked me up into the stratosphere and before I knew it there I was, back in my bed, mouth unhinged in a state of senseless shock. I couldn't believe myself. Not at all. No way. No how. WOW.
As I write this trip report I am scrambling to find a method to this madness, the wiring to this weirdness. Those platypus people. I wish I had attempted to communicate with them. I really wish I had. Now they're gone. Gone forever. Never again will I be able to understand the biology and inner workings of these platypus people and all I have gained from our brief encounter is this story of our first contact. If the time so comes that I encounter these platypus people again on a further journey, I shall make sure to make their acquaintance. I need to make some moar friends in that dimension we all know and love.
'"ALAS,"said the mouse, "the world is growing smaller every day. At the
beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad
when at last I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have
narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner
stands the trap that I must run into." "You only need to change your direction," said
the cat, and ate it up.' --Franz Kafka