Hello fellow Nexians,

It is hard to believe that my last DMT experience was at the beginning of March. I guess this is mainly due to the fact that my GF (I'll refer to her as "A" from now on) have been eating a lot of mushrooms lately. We've almost diminished our harvest of golden teachers from earlier this year. I'm happy to say that we will be tasting a few different strains in the months to come. A little penis envy, some B+, and PES Hawaiians! This information has no real relevance to the experience I'm about to share but hey, you clicked the link so now you must take the ride!



Anyway, I've been trying to get myself to smoalk again and if you have ever read any of my other reports then you know that that is no small feat. So after days of planning and a couple days where I just chickened out altogether, we arrive here and now.

Courage is a funny thing, especially when it comes to the DMT experience. As I walked around my house today, I found myself wondering what I could possibly be so afraid of...is it even fear that I am experiencing? When I ride a roller coaster, I feel something similar but are they the same...? I came to the conclusion that to feel exhilaration one MUST take the plunge. This is nothing new. I know this. There are always risks involved. But it never stops me from wondering about it constantly. I mean, I can actually die if something goes wrong on a roller coaster ride, but I cannot physically die from the effects of DMT. Somehow or another this information soothes me.

So yeah, as soothing as that is, DMT still scares the shit out of me. I can't help it, it just does. It doesn't mean that I'll stop exploring, but it definitely helps regulate the frequency in which I visit. I even thought about jumping right back in after tonight's experience but then I talked myself out of it. I have a lot to process already so jumping right back in would only add to the information overload I already intercepted. Enough is enough for one night I concluded. So onto the report:

I wanted to test a bit of the fluffy white freebase I had so I decided to mix 11mg up with 89mg of my changa. This is not the best way to test it on it's own but it did the job and packed one hell of a punch.

I laid in bed under the covers for an hour before I ever set the bong to my lips, trying to get my mindset right. "A" got me a Tibetan singing bowl for Christmas last year and I had not used it for any of my journeys until now. There it sat off to the left of the bong waiting to resonate. I hit it a couple times to let the resonating frequency reverberate around the room, hopefully clearing any negative energies. The sound is very relaxing, mesmerizing even.

I flicked the lighter and began to pull on the cone, slowly but surely the smoke billowed inside the bong and once it was cashed I pulled it and ripped it hard. I set the bong down quickly and gave the singing bowl one last whack as I laid down and closed my eyes.

I instantly felt the pressure begin to build. It always startles me how intense the bodily sensations are. I felt like I was being crushed and deafened at the same time, the carrier wave was loud and it interacted with the resonance of the singing bowl in a way I can't really describe. Just imagine two twisting and turning energies swirling about but never touching yet somehow being one...if that makes any sense. This was all audio too, I couldn't see the energies but I could hear and feel them intertwining. Mind you, this was all within the first minute or so if I were to guess.

The ringing got louder and louder to the point where I thought I couldn't possibly take anymore and then it faded as quickly as it came. This part of the experience is very fuzzy probably because I put too much in the bong to begin with. I didn't realize where I was until I started coming out of it. It was the ocean of information in which I have been before, many times.

This is really hard to describe but as I was coming out of the ocean "they" (whomever "they" are, I am uncertain) where telling me why we humans can never CLEARLY remember. They wanted for me to remember but at the same time they were telling me it would be impossible....This is also ironically where I suddenly remembered everything I had seen on previous trips. It all made perfect sense. I did remember but was also forgetting at the same time. I tried to retain it but I guess this is what "they" were getting at....

I had been in the breakthrough ocean before on multiple occasions, I just always forget. "They" literally pointed that out to me.

I have come to the conclusion that it is a feminine energy that is perhaps the gatekeeper and guide of this ocean, and there are many little "worker" beings that maintain and manipulate the space inside. I have never met this feminine energy face to face, so to speak, but we have definitely interacted in some way....perhaps it isn't a "they" after all...more like a "she" ... I don't know honestly because it always happens so fast. I'll need a decoder ring and a translator to keep up.
It is hard to pinpoint who or what she is, but each time I go, I feel she is letting me in on a little more of the bigger picture.

Speaking of the bigger picture, at some point on the way-ish down, I opened my eyes only to find that these little "worker" beings were trying to hide something from me by flashing crazy colored ribbons in front of my eyes so that I couldn't see anything at all. Every time I blinked, the image would change and I was visually blocked from seeing what was behind the ribbons. Maybe it was just an act or maybe they were just showing off. But they were so fast that I could never really get a good look at them. After blinking a few more times, I was finally able to see bits and pieces of my bedroom starting to assemble themselves in a weird, extra dimensional sort of way.

Maybe they were protecting me from something I shouldn't see yet, or maybe it means nothing. All I know is that it felt weird to be blocked like that right after being told how to remember and then forgetting almost instantly what was said. It is like some sort of comedic universal irony.

"Here is what you've forgotten and here is why/how you forget. Now remember this even though you can't/won't. Try...try...try..."

I don't know what to make of all this but I am glad to have jumped on the horse again. I have a lot to think about, and that is the beauty of it. Never stop learning. Never forget. Smoalk moar.

Thanks for reading!

-The Grateful One-

Awesome report as per usual, TGO.

Maybe these feminine energies are just pur cultural associations with inutuivity, understanding, open-mindedness and emotion?

As far as this sea of information goes... Maybe the clear light of all being is just one GIANT THOUGHT?

Maybe the organization of all energy into matter is a deliberate thought. Just a thought

Hey Grateful,

Always pleased when I see one of your reports

The fear is always there for me too. I don't think it will ever go away but I believe it is an important part of the experience. I like your description of a roller-coaster because that's similar in a way to how it is. You have anxiety up until you drop off the top and then it's smooth sailing and bliss (most of the time ).The sense of relief after a blast-off is incomparable to anything except maybe an orgasm, but a cosmic, spirit-boosting, mind-expanding, eternal orgasm!



I believe Graham Hancock reports on his experiences with the spirit of Ayauasca as a feminine energy and that of freebase DMT is more of a male presence. In my experience I noticed exactly that, though with Changa being the female entity (the spirit of B. caapi being mother ayauasca). On numerous occasions I have felt a female, motherly presence that gives unconditional love and comfort. Maybe this has something to do with why you felt her presence from the changa?

The experience is infinitely fascinating every time huh? So much information to hold and you know you won't remember more than 1% of it when you return, though the familiarity of the information sea is uncanny

Also, beautiful singing bowl

Happy travels friend,
-SM

Awesome report!

Doesn't it feel like 'they' do it all for you sometimes? Like they are making everything, just for you. Showing you what you need to see, just for you. Hiding what you need not see, just for you. Protectors and teachers.

I love that singing bowl! Very beautiful!

I am glad you got back on the horse and it was enjoyable to you! I hope your integration goes well and you peel back another layer of self.

I have tried many sounds and music, including singing bowls, when using DMT. One of my favorites is 'OM' chanting. The frequency changes the whole experience. It feels like it provides a force field. Certain vibrations of sound are completely attune to the DMT space. They can create some order to things. Like it is a symphony. Other sounds can bring about chaos and disorder. Both hold a lesson or certain hue. A kind of back and forth of energies.

Listening to Tool and listening to Mozart are too completely different experiences. Not just because of the music but a frame of mind. I feel music. I really get into it. They respectively bring about a certain energy of their own. The transmogrifying environment seems to respond and react to the music. When there is so many tones and vibrations going on all at once it can become chaos. Chaos teaches us something to but it can be overwhelming. That place is weird as it is. Too many sounds and vibrations create just more weird.

Single tones like a singing bowl or chanting create a single stream in a sense. Shamanic drumming is very similar. It seems like the pieces fit together a little better. Easier to concentrate on the one thing. One stream of vibration and frequency that hues the DMT experience.

Some people like silence. This is my least favorite way to travel. I always get a feeling of wanting to chant or fill the DMT space with my voice in some way. Like a feeling of really wanting. A compulsion. A very strong need to let something out in the way of sound. I have tried chanting with my own voice and find I need practice. I feel almost paralyzed sometimes when I attempt to use my voice in any way in hyperspace. Like I have no mouth. This is something I will revisit in the future. Some of this is finding my own voice in this world and that one. Confidently knowing I can create sounds of quality.

So yeah... My preference is single tones like singing bowls or recorded 'OM' chanting. This is one that incorporates both that I enjoy when using DMT. -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HebPtMRv8hA

I like your thoughts, hehe.

It felt like some sort of deja vu while there. "Been there, seen that" sort of feeling and as it was happening I felt foolish for ever forgetting in the first place. Perhaps everything is one big thought, and I tapped into it for a few minutes because I was vibrating at the correct frequency.

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the report! I must agree that the feelings of relief definitely outweighs the jitters/nerves/fear. But having a healthy amount of respect for this strange molecule is a must. I found that out the hard way back whenever I first started experimenting with DMT.

In most of my journeys, I feel some sort of presence, however, they don't always reveal themselves. At least not in a way that I can physically see them. Sometimes I catch glimpses and sitting here trying to recall this trip, I can't help but feel that I did catch a glimpse of whoever "she" is. It is just really hard to remember.

I did have a very masculine entity appear and take me through some hellish places when I got hyperslapped last year. I wrote about it here. The reason I bring this up is because I was smoking changa when that happened but I had also disrespected the spice because I was drinking before I took the plunge. Lesson learned, I tell you what.

It should be noted that I make my changa out of sryian rue extracts and DMT so maybe that could contribute to the different energies felt. I have never tried changa made from caapi but I'm sure I will someday!

Thanks man!

I do love this singing bowl and will continue to use it for my journeys from here on out. I've tried listening to music while smoking DMT and have had mixed results. I've tried things from classical music to Pink Floyd and many things in between. In the end, I found that silence is best for me, with the exception of the singing bowl.

I've been meaning to try out my voice while in hyperspace, but I can definitely relate to the feeling of having no mouth, like you described. I guess it probably takes practice, just like anything else.

"A" sees a lot of entities while on mushrooms and apparently they love music. She says that they'll dance to the tunes we have playing and that they will sit and watch me play guitar and/or dance to it. I find that really fascinating. It is like playing for a spiritual audience that I can't see, which is oddly beautiful.