Yesterday afternoon around 6PM.

On the deck of a friend's house, sunny calm afternoon. SWIM I manages to take 3 hits from the bong and see the light fractals decomposing my visuals at the end of the 3rd toke..."it's coming" I think...as SWIM hold it, close eyes and open arms as he sits on a plastic chair. Fold into himself and tumble into the blue space in between, (falling off the chair with a somersault forward, between my legs) again. A blue infinity of peace, still as s the stillest water. Cold but pleasant. A Hummmmmmmmmm... tone is so clear and near him, he just had to move his head slightly to align with it, and the sun light, washing the deck. SO intense.. he crawls on the deck seeking the sun.

SWIM knows we are all the same, he saw that before, Mike was there to take SWIM , but we are the same person.

SWIM flows with the intense light and see the universe deconstructing...filaments of light connecting all things SWIM can remember, the DMT acting as an opener to the reality instead of the other way around. The clear sensation that the reality SWIM lives normally was "made up" and that SWIM was seeing the "real" we are the one needing a difference. The lighter SWIM held in his hand connected by a filament of light to all the other objects I SWIM knew or could think of, slowly fading into a spiral of light as SWIM felt 3 to 5 presences near him explaining that SWIM was about to reach them in the "Exploration" "that's were we are now" in terms of exploration or making this universe up as we go. They were at the apex of a wake of yellow light, like a boat in the water SWIM could chose to hang on in the "made up wake" of reality, or be with the "dreamers up in front, making the wake itself. They wanted SWIM to join in the apex and abandon the dream I was living (with all of you - me) and BE the light. The knowledge that every thought and every object we know was part of the dream we call reality was so clear it was a life and death choice.


The sensation was so complete and natural SWIM felt he could call it a death to this reality, he felt I had to ask his family first (wife and 2 kids) if he could go, SWIM did not want to leave them like that... just disappear? SWIM did not know hot to "ask for permission" so despite the curiosity SWIM held onto reality, despite the hummm, turned around and physically held onto white plastic the chair I was sitting on. SWIM Slammed it on the deck, knowing that he was trying to get back in the "made up reality" Like Neo fighting the red pill...Instead of following the light in the "real" Calling family's names calmly and trying to re-establish a pattern I could recognize to reality. All SWIM had to do, to go, was just to be quiet and follow the flow of the light..let go.

SWIM wasn't ready to evolve and "die" to this made up reality, and SWIM felt he would trouble his friend dying (for real) on his patio, even if he was there exactly for that purpose apparently. SWIM tried to resist. Hanging on to the last filaments of his personality...the last traces of his own self keeping it together. Literally 2 or 3 thoughts or blue light-filaments wrapped together as the filaments in a light bulb...Perfectly knowing that SWIM was choosing to go back in the dream instead of going forward in the light and see. Be light. The clear feeling that the moment was absolutely real and "now" while the rest was constructed was overwhelming for his mind. He was trying to accept that concept, but was afraid (for lack of a better term) that accepting it would mean literally end this dream and move on. Die. SWIM could still choose not to, but now he knew he could choose. He knew that his whole life was a pattern to this moment, that the truth was that nothing exists. SWIM was the dreamer. I am the dreamer. Yet he felt so stupid and unprepared for it.

Almost overwhelming as SWIM had no transition of colors and lights (as usual). Opening eyes was no help. SWIM was looking at trees and foliage and the fractals of leaves over leaves were even more irresistible in destroying any trace of the reality we "know". Besides the concept of eyes open or close was irrelevant.

SWIM felt the clear sensation of being slapped into DMT...as a real clear and bright example of vision. No joke, but more a "Do you really want to see? There you go" and SLAM! I was out there in the HUMMMMM. I believe SWIM got scared (no matter how much he was anticipating it) by the intensity of it and how really clearly you can see that this reality is a-b-so-l-u-tely a projection of our minds. how clearly we reconstruct it when we came back, (if we choose so) re-assembling all the elements that we can recognize up to the point that is absolutely believable.(with words, bodies, objects gravity and all the rest) while few minutes before was so clearly a mental construct within his mind. He really thought he would die to this reality and never come back. Accepting that "time is a construct" and following them in the light peak was too much for me. SWIM felt he was at the edge of knowledge. Close to being the dreamer dreaming instead of being part of the dream we all know. It lasted about 15 minutes. The longer trip of 4 so far.

Coming back saw him sitting on the opposite end of the large patio he started on, legs trembling for the adrenaline(?), the conscience aware of every breath and every word as SWIM realigns with speech, movement and vision. Wondering how the hell did he get back here in this reality. SWIM thought he was gone for good...or really close to it. the sun still warm...the birds still chanting their sound fractals. All seem back to how we dream it...every second.

It sounds like you had a great expereince i have also had this same humm from the sun before and i also had to adjust my head to the sound/frequency/buzz or it would all just hit my body the wrong way and it would get uncomfortable.

yes...moving slightly my "head" for lack of a better term...the final part of my body was like moving an antenna. But that was just a guiding sound...the warmth of the sun and the crystal like, solid shape of light...was overwhelming opposed to my previous experience in a room. Amazing substance.

thanks for sharing, this was a great read

I've done a full moon staring contest toke, but not a sun dose. It sounds like something I need to experience.

My pleasure, thanks for reading.

How was the moon?

I was having difficult trips at the time. The grass would look all creepy like scary cartoon style, but nothing could interrupt the moons light tunnel. I felt like the moon was a protector, I almost felt sober staring at the moon.

When I've done it out in the sun, the sun will pull on my body with a very strong magnetic-like force until the part(s) of my body that's in contact with the sun is along the strongest gradient of light.