As if I suddenly tuned into the right frequency on a radio, the static became voice. I felt a very strong presence. It was the very thing that I have been searching for. I closed my eyes and blasted through a tunnel of evolving geometry, vibrant colors, and glowing textures I have never experienced. In the mathematic epicenter of this tunnel was the presence. A bellowing voice rang in crystal clear amongst the passing thoughts and visions.
"Hello… finally." It said. "You found me."
It was everything. It was the whole universe talking in one familiar voice. I am trying to remember. Always trying to remember. This is the key to memory. Sound! To store memory in vibrations. We hear a song and subconsciously our mind downloads our current thoughts and emotions onto the memory of this music, these vibrations. When you later hear that music, you can recall those memories thoughts and emotions. You don't have to do it consciously, every sound you hear, even irregular waves that we interpret as "noise" all store memory.
I wanted to know how to get back! "Wait! Don't leave! How do I find you again?"
"I am inseparable"
From the epicenter of this tunnel, a hand grabbed the fabric of my closed-eye vision and ripped it wide open. My eyes opened and the room I was in was gone, and I was drifting through an endless dimension of life and love. This presence is always there. It is humming and buzzing and singing and dancing all around me. It is the voice that grabs me by the head and screams "HEEEYY!" in my face when I lift off. It's always trying to get my attention and I have never understood why. It's like someone has been trying to tell me something important in another language, while I sit there nodding my head leaning away "ok, ok, ya, yes…"
With deep meditation, caapi tea, and spice on mj, I spoke it's language. I made undeniable contact with and was guided by this force. Was it the spirit of caapi? Was it my connection to the unified source of all consciousness? Was it another journeying spirit? Was it just a thought in my head…
Like a dream, I am grasping for it now while it slips away.

That was beautiple

That's the stuff.

Very nice report. (Totally agree about memory, vibration and music)

Another thing to add that I should've initially when posting. The DMT experience (and psychedelics in general) seem to be strong conduits of music, conduits that in turn grab, channel and weave accordingly. Given the right music per the individual, ime, can lead to a specific depth, a specific experience that's hard to come by with silence. Silence in the psychedelic experience definitely has it's own things to teach - no question there, but there's something to be said specifically for music that evokes powerful emotions within the individual, especially during an intense DMT state. Some of my most deep, most profound experiences with DMT have been with powerfully uplifting, melodic, moving music.

I've talked about this before, but a handful of my strongest DMT experiences were with specific songs, that now when I play them, even years later, they evoke a level of remembrance and intuitive understanding/knowing from those experiences, even having the eyes closed during those songs, I can faintly albeit to-some-degree vividly be in the presence of that realm.

It makes sense though if you stop and think about it. Much of life is oscillations/vibrations. Music is that. Intense breakthrough psychedelic states, especially DMT, so much of those experiences hinge on this multitude of oscillations/vibrations/etc (nearly the whole experience, level after level of vibration).