Greeting Nexians!
As this is my very first post I would like say first and foremost that words are merely a linguistic construct that pale to depict my gratitude for this wonderful forum and for everyone here. The great wealth of knowledge and helpful information I’ve gained through exploring this site has truly been a blessing and I’d love nothing more than to be a part of this community and contribute my heart and soul in the research of the ineffably amazing substance that is DMT.
This brings me to the main feature of my post. I’d like to share with you a trip report regarding a particular instance in which I dreamed of using DMT. I’m rather new to this profound experience and I’ve dreamed of having about two dozen or so breakthroughs all of which have occurred relatively recently. My report is rather long so I greatly apologize for its length, but it seems so difficult to try and limit my descriptions when it literally seems like I could talk/write about them for days. This particular experience seems to stick with me as being one of the more profound ones, otherwise stated one in which I can recall quite well.
PREFACE-SET & SETTING: This experience took place in my bedroom at roughly 3:00 whilst spending quality time with my girlfriend. There had been a very warm, welcoming, and loving energy shared between us and it had predominated the setting. My headspace was very light and there was nothing weighing heavily on my mind. I was very eager to explore the depths of hyperspace open to whatever it had in store for me. I used 23mg of fluffy silvery-white N,N-DMT in my GVG.
THE EXPERIENCE: I inhaled the vapor in one seamlessly smooth and continuous hit. It was of a cool and easy temperature, such to be indicative of well-executed technique in vaporization. As I held in the hit I immediately felt the titillating sensation that is oh-so-characteristic of the beginning of the beginning of a typical tango with this transmundane substance- that ticklish warming buzz that seems to serve as the token of liberation from baseline consciousness. This sensation manifested and co-evolved with my sensory faculties in exponential fashion. As I counted past five, it was as if this ticklish sensation had become analogous to some sort of orthostatic postural hypotension- that feeling one gets when his or her blood pressure drops suddenly when standing up abruptly, only it had been magnified tenfold. This flurry of sensation enveloped itself with a feeling that my body was hosting an apparent electrical current flowing through it as my visual acuity diverged wildly with such grand refined color saturation and vibration. It was also at about this time that I could hear a distinctive buzzing emanating from within my being. The sound is comparable to the static noise that can be heard when turning an old cathode ray tube TV to a station with no signal and there is merely a snowy screen with that “wooshy” static sound. The sensory whirlwind quickly developed and culminated in a kind of synesthetic thrashing tempest the likes of which rendered me incapacitated by this trenchant symphony of vibration. I was at the time sitting up in my bed and as I was being completely expunged with power, I laid back into my gf’s arms and she held me for the duration of my experience.
The phase of my trip that followed thereafter was like a cosmic paradoxical blast on the most absolute scale and scope of existence. It was as if my body was being crushed with enormous pressure, seemingly to a singular point, while simultaneously my conscious mind had exploded outward through a series of infinite points. It was like I had become the singularity in a physical sense whilst becoming the big-bang in a conscious sense. It didn’t scare me, but it was far and beyond the most exhilarating moment of experience in my entire life. My visual field was fully immersed in an infinite myriad of geometric complexes composed of the most exquisitely opalescent color-shifting labyrinth of patterns beyond imagination. I was whizzing past these complexes at light-speed, bursting and ascending through them like I was part of some sort of racing frequency-skyrocketing elevator tearing through jaw-dropping frontiers of incomprehensibly beautiful space. I’m not going to waste any more time trying to describe the beauty of these things, as I never could, but perhaps the most intriguing aspect of their nature was their animated motion. These geometric complexes would rapidly transform, dissociate, fold, reconfigure, and transpose through such remarkably abstruse yet very coherently determined vectors in space. I couldn’t even begin to imagine such brilliance through motion and change, it was utterly astonishing. This whole transmission of experience took place in what I would estimate to be 15 seconds or so. It was unbelievably fast, unbelievably vast, this prodigiously coruscating blast.
After the blast had passed the next phase of my trip found me in an oddly coherent space, and I like to refer to the commencement of this phase as “pooling out”. Imagine going to a water park and going down a tunneled water slide. One slides and turns through a topsy-turvy curvy tunnel and at the end….splash!!! One finds him or herself grounded in a new space, “pooling-out” in a swimming pool. Well the blast was like my tunneled water slide and the splash was like my arrival at this new space, although it’s such a laughably simplified analogy. Anyway, my first glimpse in this new space offered me a view of a highly systematized construct rotating slowly counterclockwise about ten feet directly in front of me. It had a circular base with prismatic architectural framework organized with radial symmetry as its featured component. The geometry of this thing was impossibly beautiful and it had resembled some kind of four-dimensional merry-go-round of divinity. I was only able to examine this wondrous structure for a moment when suddenly these discarnate ornamental “things” came rushing in from the periphery of my visual perspective from the left. There were several, maybe six of them that flew in right in front of my face and hovered there for a moment. It was like being outside on a pleasant summer’s day to be startled by a dragonfly swooping in at point-blank distance from seemingly out of nowhere. They seemed to display a lighthearted yet swank personality as if to suggest that they flooded into my view at light speed to say “HEY!! LOOK AT US!!! HEY YOU!! DO YOU SEE US?? LOOK AT US NOW!!” They then hastily broke themselves apart into brick-like components while simultaneously zig-zagging in unison toward the bottom right of my visual field before reconstructing in a newfound geometry and ultimately zipping off together out of sight. It was at that moment I realized these “things” were somehow consciously alive and that they had done a kind of showy hyper-dimensional dance routine to welcome me into their space. What were they exactly? I have no idea but I would best describe them as being the offspring of a synchronized swimming team of eccentrically astute Tetris blocks whom have mated with a well-choreographed colorguard of condensed spectral energy manifestations, all of which fostered and mentored by Optimus Prime.
So these “things”, these precocious mosaic manifestations of meddling metamorphosis went careening off from their engaged activity in the proximal foreground, and much to my surprise I was left with a glimpse at what I would estimate hundreds, maybe thousands more of these things that had filled the surrounding space in which I was enveloped. This space was turbid and turbulent with these things, I was immersed in their entropic chaos. Some of them were flying through the space as if they were merely transient components of this place, some were grounded fixtures on the contrary, others were rotating in place, others folding, turning, rolling, and so on. Some were aware of my presence and seemed to direct their behaviors and motions toward me, as if to suggest I was being treated to an aberrant liturgy or some kind of nonsensical dance routine, complete with such dazzling moves and transitions the likes of which would invoke awe from any breakdancing enthusiast. Some were bouncing around like nonphysical kangaroo-orbs that would bounce past me and playfully bite at me when they passed- like a playful puppy would do… Yea... playful-puppy-kangaroo-orbs... How wonderfully adorable!!! Some seemed to be driving around in race cars made of themselves, driving very haphazardly and randomly, and like hyperspatial drunkards some would crash into each other and become a whole new composition altogether. Others were just moseying around crawling around like bugs with such a nonchalant demeanor as if they were saying “Yea, so what?? We got nothing special to show you…Sorry... Deal with it!!” This whole transmission left me with the impression that I had somehow walked into some demented hyper-dimensional circus freakshow, and the whole show I found to be so utterly hysterical- It definitely hangs tough as a contender for the funniest amalgamation of moments in my entire life.
I distinctly and specifically remember muttering to myself with such fervently confounded inquiry “IS THIS GONNA BE IN THE NEWSPAPER TOMORROW?!? YEAH, THIS IS GONNA BE ON THE NEWS…HOW COULD IT NOT BE?!?” The activity that transpired through these few moments was so boundless and randomized, it was like quantum mechanics on crack and then erratically personified. However as the experience begun to dwindle and fade a revaluation had begun to register in the framework of my mind, and it was yet again, paradoxical in nature. I was able to grasp the notion that despite this entourage of entropy and onslaught of oddity, there had emerged some underlying orchestration here. These wacky things that were all unified by maddening arbitration had been simultaneously segregated in the sense that there were “cliques” of them- there were the break-dancers, the playful-puppy-kangaroo-orbs, the mundane bugs, the drunken racecar drivers, etc. There was subtle yet flourishing organization from seemingly disorganization, something from nothing in the context of directed motif.
AFTERTHOUGHTS: After this experience has passed I have been ruminating over it deeply and how from it I can distill meaningful integration. As of now I would theorize that this particular frame of hyperspace that I was privileged to have visited was somehow a deranged abstraction of our own realm in which we as physical entities inhabit. I’m not focused with the attention of prying at interpretation of this experience, rather just noticing parallels that bridge these two seemingly deeply-incompatible worlds. At first glance the human race and life in general appears so shrouded in haphazard motions and entropy. There’s so much hustle and bustle featuring an impetuous theme. But a closer examination reveals the emergence of segregated cliques- we have doctors, we have architects, we have break-dancers, adorable puppies and kangaroos!! We’ve got many components of framework here and each has evolved in its own essence to serve a specialized purpose to the greater whole. We are all integrated and enthralled in the co-creation of perfect experience, and we all have our needed roles to play into, just as hyperspace needs breakdancing Tetris blocks to be complete.
So I believe the overarching message I’ve derived from my experience, albeit derived in a rather indirect and tangential sense, is to find your niche, be conscious and mindful of it. Develop who you are and what resonates with you as best as you consciously can, as the benefactor of mankind and co-creation in general. This is certainly a notion that I will pay close attention to. Not only for the sake of personal growth, but more importantly for facilitating the harmony and well-being of all of which I have the pleasure of sharing this extraordinary and beloved experience that is referred to as “life”.
Thank you so very much for reading. I hope this post has found everyone well, balanced and full of love.
Peace, Love, and Light
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Who am I?
That's always proven to be a formidably difficult question to answer. However, generally speaking I can confidently conclude that I am a composite of all that is not me... Everything, everyone, every experience shapes my malleable self into perfect existence.
I dedicate my life to reciprocity, facilitating love, peace, harmony, and happiness, throughout all that is, to the best of my ability.