You couldn't help yourself, could you? Sorry, there's no porn here, but I thought I might do a compilation of DMT experiences, in no particular order. Though "first steps in hyperspace" is a misnomer as I've lots of experience:

Flowing down the chocolate mountain from the board game Candyland, winding through a maze of green hedges where tons of little green elves (just like the ones from the early Simpson's cartoons--Lisa's favorite creepy show) are in the periphery . .

The corner of my room opens up and a vast field of--for lack of a better word--choir of angels extends for eternity, just hangin' out, chillin' . .

I set the bong down and it disappears, it just jumps away, as systematically everything else in my room does as well, everything is morphing and changing, my room is no longer my room, my eyes are wide open in astonishment as everything shifts to Lego Land. I begin to worry when my window vanishes, then my door is gone and I'm stuck, can't move, I'm dead, I'm dead, I've gone too far, what've I done? Who's going to feed my dog. I lay down and die . . then slowly come back, laughing, and laughing, oh my . . .

I am a wash in white light, the light of what I cannot say, but I suspect is the light the mystics of old refer to as "heaven"--and there is singing, and the Light pours through me . . .

My deceased mother hovers over me, playing with me, tugging at my solar plexus like I was a kitten and she was the string. She is trying to pull me from my body, sort of, and I laugh and cry and laugh some more . . .

A woman made of golden cubed light, long hair, dress, all made of golden light, dances on my ceiling . . .

I'm dead again. There is nothing but the purest of Darkness. "What the hell? What is this?" Nothing but Darkness, living Darkness. I finally find my window and look out, I'm alive again, how about that? Death isn't so bad. Dang, this stuff is intense!

Machines in space, round, complex, just a glimpse . . .

I am in Candyland and have broken reality. I am playing with the very fabric of reality . .

I exist in two places, I am aware of lying in my bed, yet I relax myself out of my body and extend my awareness to a point far out in space, and I exist between breaths in what I will later write in my journal as The Holy Moment . . .

Outside, post DMT relaxing, looking up at the clouds. Daytime. A rainbow shimmer in the clouds becomes a gigantic Starship--or UFO--that de-cloaks itself for me and me alone, giving me a good look before it re-cloaks itself. This was an answer to a long prayer of mine . . .

Well, I could go one, but I'll leave you now, as I must get to work.

Bummer, I thought I was about to read all about a DMT trip in which you browsed THE ultimate library of alien porn

I did enjoy the compilation of trips though

Not what I expected from the title of this thread. Lol

Very beautifully written, you've really got a way with words, friend. Isn't it amazing that such ineffable contact can be made from the dramatic shift in our perception, facilitated by the psychedelic experience?

Nice! I've seen some of your other threads browsing around and they are always a nice read. Like the others say, well written. Keep it up.

Well for someone eager to break through, I have to say that was something like porn

I relish the idea of what may await, in thanks due to words written by souls such as yourself.

Kudos

Thanks for the support, friends, it keeps me going. Tonight is my traditional Pharma Saturday, so I'll hopefully be up to another report soon.

Yes, please do!

Friken can you get in touch with me somehow?
I'm trying to reply to your post. 'We are all one' sorrow post, in the spirituality section,
But can't seem to post there or pm you !

112233, I had a similar experience with individual objects vanishing one after the other, I was quite startled by that. It seemed supernatural, especially when I'd look away and look back expecting the hallucination to have changed, but still the objects that popped away were still gone, then the walls deconstructed, then the reality onion peeled away to show what was outside the "consensus" universe. But strangely a couple things hanging on the wall stayed and journeyed with me into hyperspace. I wasn't expecting that.

Yes, the same thing happened to me, awesome: parts of the room morphed into other things, but other parts remained: like my air conditioner and window disappeared but I could still hear it, it was part of what brought me back. The walls were still there, but the doors were gone, which worried me initially as this was my first breakthrough--the full open-eyed world changing around me.