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Broke through on 50mg of DMT and pink lotus stamens. Apologies for the ambiguity. This was written while I was still coming down to earth.

I don't remember anything except the feeling.

We are all facets of the same being. All Nexians are one. All life is one. I have seen all my incarnations. You are me, and I am you. Yes, you. The person reading this. We are the same being.

Reality is an illusion, made by our delicate construct known as the human mind. We are pure energy. Energy that is cyclical. To think that some of the atoms that were a part of the individual me's that make us, are now on the other side of the world. It's quite amazing, isn't it? The world we live in, is material. Matter, that resides in the physical realm. Who WE are, the concept of I, and where that resides is not in the physical realm. It cannot be quantified or measured. It has given us life. It's what separates us from the material world. A rock is not I. It's just a rock.

I am everywhere and everyone. From birds to frogs. From trees to people. I am everywhere, and yet nowhere. You see, "where" is in the material world. Who, what, when, where, why and how. It's all material. The I is none of those, and will never be one of those. It is an enigma. It is the source of curiosity, of love and bravery, of treachery and deceit, of lust and passion. Happiness, anger, sadness. It is what makes us tiny ripples in the cosmic ocean. It is also known as the Butterfly Effect. The material world is chaotic. It depends on the past, and will shape the future. The present? It's never present. What we thought was present is now past. Only the future awaits.

Al Cisneros, I get it. DMT, or the embodiment of Spirit, is the Unitive Knowledge of the Godhead.



Beseech choir through a grey veiled - arrival light.
And weeps no more onto the setting sun where efforts fade.
Suffuse the stream of memories and broken rays as dark recedes.
Transmute now remainder. Old Abydos. Forward the acolyte.
Summits ascendant traveler bows to celestial.
Disembodied legions salute the pilgrim seeker.
Reverentials to Lazarus echoes forth Osiric obelisk.
To leave the reborn form. Rise to freedom.
And posits the sentient onto the Nirvikalpian.
Sheds now the chrom auric shroud of untethered spirit.
Astral preceptors formate in consecration.
Transmits from minaret across beautified dawn.
Visage to auric accordant-form; in reascension.
Emits reverential tears in dhyanic refuge.
Arise perceiver.
Returns to sky; arrive home. Pilgrim seen.

The separation is quite convincing tho (says the guy who watched the walls melt on 1P-LSD some days ago). But I've been there, too.

I love it! Each other are We.
I bow with respects.

Great report.

Glad you had a profound experience.

When you're there, you're there. There's no denying it. To feel it is beyond description.

keep it up