(9:30 p.m.) August 28, 2015 ; Written immediately after the experience. Some things were added at the end later on.
Please forgive the electric excitement throughout this text, and any violations of good grammar or any of that nonsense.

That was the most astonishing event in the temporal record of this mind. I finally have seen, or rather, I would prefer to say, heard, hyperspace - hypersound. Sound beyond what should be concievable by the human ear! Literally, vortical sound. Sound from nowhere but everywhere. Hypermetallic sound. Diamondal shardic fractal like sound. The sound behind the big bang. Sound sound sound. And then I found that my breath correlated with the impossible sound.
This is not merely some high-pitched tone, or a crescendo, or wrinkling of paper, or static - or any of that sutff, I thought. For me, it was utterly hyperlike, electroniclike, sharp, spearlike super-dimensional sound that warped by a pattern that accelerated and deaccelerated, and its intensity seemed connected to my breath! Voices were all over the place in this submersion into hyperspace, and you know having used that term quite a bit while never before having had this experience makes me feel like a damn hypocrite. So, from here on I maintain that unless you've been to hyperspace - you are Not allowed to you use that concept for any theory of mind you may be working on.

Mckenna : "There are no experts.
There is only the integrity of doing and having done."
He is absolutely correct.
Anyway, voices from the brillezillion of forever echoed down the chambers of the mental holography and audible topology into awareness, and I managed to have the sense to write one of them down. The voice sharply and succinctly said RISE THROUGH! I am telling you that was not my thought - that was from somewhere else! But check this out - I observed something peculiar happen here. To help everyone see this point, try and imagine telepathically knowing what I'm about to say (by you reading this writing) before I say it. But don't stop there, and continue to imagine that after "think-knowing" the first layer, then hearing within the mind's ear the actual manifested audible sound immediately after the first layer of thought occurs, which occured not in the ear of the mind but in the realm of the mind that is neither audtion nor vision, but thoughts.
Don't get it confused. Thoughts are Not the Mind. Wait a minute, or are they?
This experience reinforced the lessons of the nature of Intent the mushroom has been teaching me.
Anyway, that was quite the motivation - I felt thrilled to hear this voice telling me to RISE ThRougH!!! I have a huge grin on my face at time of writing thinking about it. It really was quite the encouragement. I'm not sure I recognized the voice. But I don't think it was my own. No, I know it wasn't my own.
This then led to something else that i managed to record on the come down. This thing about shamanism. I have been thinking very much recently about what to do after university, when all the free time goes away, and I have nothing to pay for (because I am a very lucky and an unusual case that I will not have debt when I graduate from university). In response to this thought I wrote on my big whiteboard a few hours ago this declaration :

I am going to find a shaman.
And ask him to teach me
everything he knows.
That's it.
That's what I'm going to do.
Nothing else makes sense.

And I've narrowed my desire down to this.
I've homed in on a target now and I know my intent. I'm with myself!

So that came to mind while I was flying High. And the idea, though it was more like a full realization of who I am supposed to be, appeared to me when I was contemplating if I should give up everything to go find a shaman that would teach me everything he knew, and then something said to me almost as if it were a response to my deliberation:
You *are* a Shaman. For a moment I owned that conviction. I feel weird saying it now though.
Then I had the feeling that it was somehow absurd to go looking for another shaman from which to learn everything I can from him. I then had the thought that traveling through space to meet a shaman in the amazon is unnecessary, because, after all, we could simply talk to each other in hyperspace. And then that's when that voice, Rise Through! manifested into very clear comprehension. It wasn't merely like a thought that *might *have been a sound. No. This was, plain and clear, a shout of encouragement, a command, a recognition of a baby intellect beginning the adventure of a thousand lifetimes. I feel like such an infant. Rise through. Rise through!
I am absolutely astonished by this. Tears are in my eyes - how can this be, that a being from somewhere else (outside of spacetime; by bypassing space time by jumping into the fifth dimension which is orthogonal to space-time) shout those words to me, and they were really *for *me, I Felt It! So much joy fills my heart. It's as if I have found my calling. I cannot believe what I was ever afraid of. The fear melted like butter, and the only sense that remained was one of pure reason and investigation, of sincere inquisitivity and introspective magnification. I now have the confidence to formulate a model of this place, drawing from the wisdom of Alan W. Watts, Terence Mckenna, Richard Bucke, Gautama Siddharta, Jesus Christ, Lao-Tzu to bring together their collective fruits of knowledge by virtue of their own investigations into one coherent and supra-logical model of consciousness, or to put it in other way, a model of just what the hell is going on post mckenna's forecast of the omega point that was supposed to have occured december 21st, 2012.
If only Terence were still alive. I would very much like to talk to him.

Something we should realize is this:
That the dmt world, call it hyperspace or whatever, is not the same realm it was twenty years ago. Just as we ourselves evolve and change and adapt to new conditions, new environments, so too whatever entities/environments which make up the fabric of the super-supratemporal-space (crytalline electronic diamonal space outside of time) of the dmt dimension. That dimension has evolved to levels inconceivably beyond what levels Mckenna in his time had access to. We are visiting a different hyperspace then those who visited hyperspace twenty years ago, or ten years ago, or even yesterday.
The thing is Evolving. Do not go in there with expectations to meet elves or god or any of that. Expectations encode the experience through that lens, and Mind at Large becomes filtered through it and most of the experience will be lost, because we're not paying attention to what IS, because we're so busy looking for what "ought" to be there. The problem is, anything you think that is "supposed to be there" may have evolved to a higher level, complexified, and then therefore becomes indistinguishable to the next passer by of the same signpost. Very hard isn't it to map the topology of a mental space that is evolving faster than our methodology of transcription.
Put it this way, twenty years ago, dmt land was like the age of the dinosaurs (hundred of millions of years ago from a human point of view).
Now, dmt land is the age of Now, Today, you see, and we, when we venture into that brillezillion diamondal eternity we are seeing the current condition, the current epoch of a time that is not scaleable, or mappable, in human terms, but is only mappable by the beings inhabiting that space, themselves subject to the same principle of evolution into higher and more complex forms of being.
When we venture into dmt land today compared to people entering it twenty years ago, it is like we are standing in the excavation sites of the dinosaurs, except now that excavation site becomes a jeweled heaven made of sound, the medium itself reaching excelsior acclerating deeper into novelty and creation forever and ever. And we are in the process of disappearing from space-time into that continuum. We are about to become creatures who can remember the future. We are on the brink of becoming gods - those of us who have the courage to go in there. Or maybe "in there" is coming to all of us "out here".

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*Other miscellaneous notes post-experience :

It was like piercing the internal sound of silence itself.
An electronic volleying of megadense and megacomplicated sound/vibration.

*It awakens the imagination

*This sound is absolute. This sound was beyond beyond beyond. I feared at first if it would blow my hearing to smithereens. But something gave way to an internal hearing. A hearing capable of total comprehension.

The space of hyperspace :
a holographic superdimensional volleyball court -
now imagine the players with their hyperrackets playing hyperball,
on either side of dimensional boundaries which constitute the texture of this invisible shardic cystalline superspace, and imagine those hyperrackets producing the most incredible manipulation of impossible frequencies when hyperballs met the hyperrackets. Absolutely nuts! I was so happy to be in the middle of this. Scary yes, absolutely. But within seconds my fears disappeared and I just had a blast!

It was a holographic arcade of jeweled sound.

Do I have to invent words to describe this? What a strange feeling to feel at a loss for words. But I am damn not satisfied with that. It's not enough for me to say to you that the most astonishing experience of my life to this point is beyond words. Utter nonsense. Let's dismantle this assumption and attempt anyway. Because our description of this place in soundspace is not intangible, not doomed to be inadequate. Forget that. We are human beings dammit. What we need to do is invent a new methodology of description, a new language. That means possibly going beyond English.

I challenge everyone that when you think to yourself "how could I ever describe this" or "this is truly ineffable" - to reconsider. And say, "though I know this is beyond words, I am not going to allow that to be a sufficient reason not to try."
Because when we say something is just beyond words, this is not helpful. I'm suggesting you try and try hard, just do it, invent words if you must, but dammit write it down, as much as you can remember - you are an explorer, coming back to us with information. It doesn't matter how much or how little new information you have. But if you wait till the next day, or even a few hours later after the experience, your writing isn't going to be authentic. It'll be more a like a lie than an experience report. Because that experience is so much like a dream, and, like a dream, do not think you are going to remember how profound it was tomorrow. Or even twenty minutes after because you are that far back "down". And if you didn't at least attempt to write anything down, I ask you:
how did your experience contribute to the collective working wisdom of the whole?

So, I'm simply suggesting to have confidence that you can in fact have something original to say, and we human beings are not going to let the limitations of language bind us. No, we are going to push that boundary - we are human beings! We are not satisfied with anything less.
Just a bit of encouragement there. I'd like to see less experience reports dwelling on ineffability, and more experience reports defying the impossible by creative invention of new words, or even a new language. If we all do that, we can raise our collective feeling about this to a higher level - one that encourages and one that empowers.
Nothing is ineffable. I mean Nothing is ineffable. And though you may not get the message in the words themselves, there is something invisible by and through the words which communicates the essence, or what I call - Intent.

It's a definite possibility, but I can find strong correlations in the old DMT literature as with my own personal accounts. One factor that may distinguish reports of different time periods is that language is in fact different. Much more of the modern population is well versed in digital and computer terminology that lend themselves very well to describing certain features of hyperspace, although I'm sure you could argue that it is with the advent of digital technologies that hyperspace evolves digital traits. There are elements there that are ancient, modern, and incredibly futuristic - transcending resemblance to technologies with which we are familiar. In this sense, if we flip to an ayahuasca example to maintain uniformity in experiences across time, there could be a decent possibility that they saw cogs and gears (a common modern DMT theme for which we have precise language to describe), but since this technology didn't exist in their culture, it would rank among the ineffable features of their spirit world even though a modern ayahuasquero would have no trouble describing that particular feature.

One must also take into account that the DMT users of days gone by were likely smoking less pure synthesized DMT with weaker technique than what a modern extraction with good GVG technique would provide. If nothing else, we cannot see what they saw nor what each other contemporarily sees, so it's difficult to really make judgments.

Thanks for sharing that thymamai, very powerful.

Global, I think you make a good point! As our technological sophistication grows, so too our jargon. I like your term digital. , and cogs and gears. Come to think of it, I might describe that soundtrack of hyperspace as being sound made of gears. I mean it was just impossible what I was hearing. The visual component of the experience was trivial compared to the sound. I know that sounds odd, but this was my first real breakthrough - impossible sounds, and the rest of what I mentioned, was all I could hold onto, remember. I think you've changed my mind about what I said. The dmt world may well be different, but it is probably more likely we are simply furthering our linguistic capacities. And absolutely, in regard to the gvg, which is what I used for the first time a few days ago with a recipe I invented by the help of the information on the nexus. There is no other way to fly besides that.
I've tried ten other methods (exaggeration) and have attempted this flights dozens of times. Then, gvg shows up. Decide to make changa. It's ratio came out to be 1.1:1 ; slightly more than 50 percent by weight! Was very excited. Waited five days for the acetone to evaporate, and then loaded up and plunged. The smoke was super easy to take in, no burning, no harshness. I couldn't believe how easy it was. Scary, how easy it is.

Thank you all for your comments!

I like what you wrote about developing language further, being more descriptive.

I'm curious if you can find something, a sound, or a texture or even a color that reminds you of this shardic hyperspacial sound you experienced. That is, if you do please share.

Peace