The ninth of April 2015

*Ahem*


Ring around the roses
who cares about the dosage
Changa out the bonga
Let me sing you a songa

Discovering the highest art, how every single thing previously imagined pales in comparison to what I saw during this trip.

The day of the highest achievable level of pain followed by the highest achievable level of beauty. Never again will I see such beauty and feel like everything is encapsulated in infinity in all living oneness. I was outside infinity looking in. The insanity, would it last for ever? Is this true hell? After eternity… I saw the face of purest god like beauty, absolute. It was remembering. More alien than imaginable. It was higher than possibly credible, this language is pointless and obsolete. The beauty that awaits me when I die is god, every nuance imagined to its limit case beauty. A Bead of sweat the purest cool softness. I was dead and then I wasn’t. I was existing in multiple dimensions for an infinite amount of time. Coming out of this is the most shock and terror I think possible, any greater realisation would likely drive a human permanently insane. The om chanting is such a pure sound. Notable themes are puzzle pieces and machinery, nothing that resemebles anything human or earthly. COMPLETE AND UTTER ASTONISHMENT. Please please please end it. MY face… MY GOD……….NO!...........ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!

After eternity...

Oh

No


THIS STILL? Overwhelming joy and elation. To see my human face again; my jaw gasped open in pure uproarious speechlessness. I spun in a circle and grasped my hair to become a beautiful pattern filled with 3d machinery working away. I can go into these machines and see the profound workings of reality, pulling my hair feels like a crisp field coming out of the machinery and this concept in and of itself is explored for infinity in an instant and every nuance of that concept is veiwed as one thing and so on. Every feeling possible is somehow converted into another thing, like screaming into falling and scratching into an entire world being created and destroyed. Pausing at any moment could reveal an infinite oddly assorted… Assorted in a way impossible and alien….assorted building of impossible architecture with nuance not conceivable in three dimentions. It is the end of everything recognisable. Nothing outside of this state can have any real meaning. You could try and stretch out each and every single point in time feeling and understand it in every single way, trying to find heaven or the funniest joke. I found out how every single thing is an art to be perfected and there are even arts not yet discovered. Terence Mckenna’s elves are understood now, although you cant really conceive of them in three dimensions. They do make you throw out beautiful parcels and funnels and all kinds of shapes made out of language, glossolalia is immediately translated into three or more dimensions. What more can I write? It has to be totally felt and understood. We are far far more than what is here. I could tell I was thrashing around and I could hear myself shouting and hitting wooden objects.

I was a 2d plain over another, each with swirling bright pink and turquoise hypercoloured wave patterns. My plain expands to include every object I touch on the floor, like a metal desk chair, in a perfectly cut out of paper way. The auditory halucinations include unimaginable dimensions of sound. There is a beautiful long pink pattern of sound which can be imagined as a whistling super high frequency beam or funnel of solid perfeclty smooth glowing energy.

This was the best changa I have ever smoked… I wish I could hold on to every piece of information… Every trip up until this one was nothing, and I must’ve done it 30 times before. The swirling blue curtains were seen between sections of the trip, When I moved about the room uncontrollably and bashed into my wardrobe, the slight hint that I would be able to go back to reality was shown to me. I begged and pleaded out loud to be able to come back… I said ‘no’ ‘NOOOO!!’ and I really didn’t know or care about my flatmates reaction to my yelling. I just wanted to be free of the intense awe of what I was seeing. It enveloped me completely and totally, in and out my non-existent body. I was essentially a child again, nothing had been reduced from its first glance beauty. The first light you see is seen again with DMT, and you go further than that into places never dreamt of before. My mouth was so dry though and my chest so tight from smoking so many times. I was also pretty high on edibles too, which I felt added incredible anxiety to the point of jumping up and hiding the smoke gear and listening at the door for intruders. I’ve never lost control of my body before on DMT. This was like an acid trip mixed with DMT to make it purely alien. The energy was vibrating and their was no separation between me and the surroundings, like Allan watts says, that it’s all one. I’ve had the realisation before that we are all one love on mushrooms but I never knew that what IT was was more weird than I had ever had the nerve to consider possible.

I must forget this in order to return to three dimensional existence. But I know it will always be there and I hope to get closer to it by working on art and music. To be in a state of realisation of beauty such as this would be a Buddha like existence, where magic is real and where all of history's art is utter shit compared to the very ugliest thing you can imagine. How would anything make sense in 3d land when you can just stroke this imaginary golden hot surface forever and understand a different thing on each stroke, where you could become a moving fractal machine thrashing around inside a jagged washing machine with jagged black glitches are moving into and past your eyes. What you think is you for a million years is just a small speck in the next design you see. You wonder why you were looking at this thing when the new thing comes along with all of its personality, depth and meaning.

This is why I am scared of Salvia. At the peak it was just utterly confounding nonsense, with clanking metal drums and circular disks of bird chirp records from outside the open window. I don't know if I can return for a while. It's too much. It was so hell-like and uncomfortable and torturous and I felt like I could have to get used to the lack of 3d space. I felt LITERALLY like sandra bullock at the end of Gravity, I imagine if i saw what she saw from coming down (a beautiful natural landscape) I would have know a further few dimensions of beauty on top of what I had already witnessed and existed in. It is a feeling we can't imagine in the moments we are droning away staring at a computer monitor, or even when painting outside. It is purest astonishment, we try to to attach words and meaning to it but that is futile. It's like an animal understanding the english language, Thats why I relay it in no particular order. It was a spree to get this down because I really wanted to capture the insight I had here tonight. Damn... fucking damn dude. I don't wanna waste your time but what the fuck else do we type on this website? Yall mawfuckas know. This is the only real shit existing now. alien life confirmed here on earth in tryptamine form.

Stick that in your fucking pipe and toke it. OH MY FUCK.

fascinating, beautiful report. cheers.

Hi,

Welcome to the forum! Thank you for your interesting report.


Please mind your language use and try to refrain from such needless use of swearwords.

I don't particularly mind if you use the words "shit" or "fuck" to describe objects or acts in a context where that use is concise, functional and to the point. However in the above quote, they are just random expletives and resemble the use as swear words. IMHO this is pollution and degrades the forum. I also assume that you are not seriously considering that all the readers of your posting have habitual sexual intercourse with their own mother. Why then do you write such language?

C'mon pit,

clearly he wrote a wall of text in a very elegant and eloquent fashion, without using swearwords.

The swearwords confined to the very last few sentences is simply telling me that he is overcome by the principle of ineffability, and he is trying to use those words as emphasizers. I get it. Especially OH MY FUCK.

I mean...he can clearly express himself - but he uses OH MY FUCK. There's something to that.

Good write up, had me gripped.

Oh yes!
Welcome.
Isn't IT something.
How do you even go about explaining it to yourself let along to someone else...
Glad you had this and that you decided to share with us for a reminder to some of us who have already forgotten to some degree as time passes by and for those who will be utterly intrigued and would dare to venture in it just to discover it is over all human heads and yet we can experience IT.
I completely feel your ˝OH MY FUCK˝ is more than appropriate in this case.

Look.. I don't want to be anal about language. Sparingly using expletives to express certain emotional states is fine with me, as it is to the point. But, in the sentences that I quoted, the amount of expletives used was IMHO just no longer sparing nor to the point. That is why I took exception and put forward my objections.

The choice of words does set a tone and I prefer the tone in the forum to be polite rather than overly emotional. I think that the purpose of this forum is better served by reflection than by impulsiveness. The use of polite and respectful language positively contributes to the quality of the forum.

Opinions on what makes the dmt-nexus a great forum may differ, but I certainly enjoy the lack of avatars and sigs full of animated gifs of bouncing boobies.

Language duly noted.

I now understand what Terence McKenna said about someone being a hardcore tripper if they did this just once a year. The entities, the ineffability. I don't know what to do with it. If I do it again, how will it possibly serve me? It's never been introspective because I'm not looking inwards, instead I'm just staring into an other worldly infinity.

I'm starting to question my motives in this. I set out to expand my consciousness but this is the equivalent of jumping into the deepest deep end imaginable, you just drown.