Sometimes, what you get out of a trip is determined by what you have going in.
Such was the case of tonight's experiment. Dosage is iffy for several reasons but say it's about 40mg done in one giant inhalation.
I put the pipe down, I hear the carrier signal, I get cozy and try to clear my thoughts. But it's so hard to totally clear your mind, I thought to myself "I hope I am worthy of learning something new."
I exhaled, inhaled, closed my eyes, and I started being pulled up through this long colorful corridor throbbing with spectral colors. I was being pulled along by the little high-frequency beings, who were squealing with delight. Soon we were at the end of the hallway and we all entered the antechamber. They said, in a telepathic language of their own, "So, you want to learn more, do you? Let's see if you are worthy, try solving this puzzle."
Then before me was a 4-dimensional spinning impossible object, and there was some trick to it, like a Chinese "trick box." The light beings showed me, you just had to push the turquoise piston left while spinning the Mandelbrot set to the right, see? Then it opens up into an orgasm of wonders.
Having failed their first test, they quickly presented me with another one. But this one was was 7 dimensional and did things that made the previous one look mundane! Again, I got the "explanation" and tongue-in-cheek derision for being too dumb to solve their puzzle.
At this point I realized it was a big cosmic joke they were performing, like a Vaudeville routine. After my mind is blown to shreds from the previous "puzzle" they present another one that puts the previous one to shame, then they act as if "oh, we really thought you were going to get that one, here, let's try THIS one on for size!" only to blow my mind even further into the abyss.
Once I was completely tapped out there was great merriment, and I was part of the laughter, laughing with them and at myself. And then falling, falling, falling, through that same spectral corridor, seeing a big "thumbs down" symbol and the message "REJECTED!"
Which is in itself a very witty joke, because if this is "rejection", it's positively the most far-out experience I've had in the few weeks I've been using it. There was no malice, just pure love with a mischievous and absurd twist.
Once again DMT did not deliver what I wanted, but what I needed. I am very humbled.
Namaste,
Glossolalia
I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes. — Walt Whitman