I found this writing on my computer and before deleting decided it might be read and enjoyed here. Feel free to expand on any ideas here, or to offer different ideas unrelated to the text--so as to further philosophical discussion.




DMT is the unique drug experience in that it is completley different to almost all drugs, or at least drugs with a history of human use, in that most all drugs create an experience that with the exception of tolerance levels is always the same, giving the same effect, lasting the same time, hitting the same receptors in the brain--dependable like a dog. But DMT is a cat; unreliable, unpredictable, and mysterious. That is to say, DMT does not give the same effect on every use and many a time it will not even seem like the same drug, if it wasn't for that inconspicuous and uncanny label of authenticity all DMT trips seem to share.

Though it is possible to return to previously experienced DMT realms this generally happens out of chance and there is no reliable way of returning to a place in a previous trip.

The feelings one feels on DMT, feeling which are are not possible to naturally experiment during life, will not be the same every use but may repeat themselves by chance.

Some of the magic of DMT seems to lie in its synesthetic abilities, which means the merging of all senses into one. Like the cymmatic shifting on sand when made to vibrate to different tones, the senses seem to pick up different key characteristics of its environment, audibly, visually, emotionally, aromatically, and intelectually, and unify them in order to find a balance. That shift creates a novel sense of something (italics); that something one shall call essence, as in The essence of this or that trip. The essence is what seems to impart the teachings. And it is generally experienced as a downloading of information through an image; the image is almost never static, even if still, and if part of its effect is its stillness it will probably still have some morphing of the image, some transformation occuring, just more slowly. DMT apparently can't stand still in time and space while producing visions. Its as if the molecule rushed through our blood, to the heart, to the brain, and that same travel of DMT containing blood through the body is represented in the visions as a fast paced, rushed travel through aliens planes of existence (which could be our own selves, or some quantum part of us that contains its own intelligence?
Life within life?

How fitting, after all space contains so much much emptyness. If life were within life in our universe, we could never find it out because we can't break out of our quantum dimension when the ultimate dimension is so very far away.

The perspectives one trips through are not necessarly from a human persective; it can be a perspective like that of an film camera; panning in from all angles, using proper pacing (although many time trips are very rapid, like a tape being fastfowared,) making apropriate cuts and close ups, building suspense efficiently through slow appearences, making proper use of set ups and pay offs by escalating and reaching conclusions. At this, DMT's most pleassurable and recreational effect, the ordeal is like changing channels on interdimensional cable, were the tripee experiences the visions with a certain distance, as if for the most part passing by, or being shown these visions, unpercieved. But this "passivity" make not for lack of engagement as these channels have very good programming; the visions are shocking in their concisness, acuracy, masterful directing, and thus are entertaining and educational.

The essence that is pure love is also like the love of one's mother but times a hundred. Yes, I really mean this. Simply beyond all expectaction of what is possible. So much tenderness one's heart melts right off. A lot of alien mushy feelings, hugs, and walks holding hands. Beeing cradled, being sung, being pinched in the cheek and kissed. Being admired, being trusted, and given gifts.
Most visions are complex animations which can present themselves in absoutley any style and design. At this point my notion is that the fact of DMT existing balances itself out through its unpredictability, so that it does not make it possible for itself to be used frecuently, or used as a form of pleassure, or as a form of medication, because it is truly unreliable in the deepest sense; it is so much itself that is not afraid to change, and like Whitman said "contain multitudes."

This is the thing with DMT that one did not expect to find and that is a stamp of authenticity; its inumerable faces and facets. There are a thousand sides to a mere coin. Its main characteristic is that it has no main characterstic. It is all things. It is a walk in the park and an interdimensional turbulent trip, a journey through the stars and galaxies and a trip down memory lane, a stroll through the inner working of one's brain as well as the brain of the Source of creation.

Most visions are complex animations which can present themselevs in absoutley any style and design.

One time I tripped and started falling down computer animations, very complex, with 3-D geometric people with arms and legs. It had an essence and that essence contained many timeless truths about the whole of life. As you stare into the image you pick up the essence. If it is a really good essence one wants to bathe in it, swim in it, make a home in it and live there for ever.

The many expressions of DMT are the many expressions of the source, materialized on the universe and on Earth as all the different forms of life, as well as all the creation life springs forth; from the chemicals present in each plant and brain that permit their respective moduation of reality and experiencing of life to the physical design and characteristics and personalities of each animal; the flying, spinning, swimming, galloping, trotting, frolicking, walking, hopping, slithering, and crawling. All these represent different experiences for physical movement, but at a more elementary level signal the different cognitive particulars of each evolutionary trait; the outward behaviors are but a signaling of the interior landscapes of each beings spirit and essence and design.

No different than the universes' direct creations are the expressions of the creations themselves; nests, dams, dugged holes, hives, cacoons, collonies, sand dwellings, cave hideouts, and all the human works of art and technology.

The endless possibilites for creation and design all pertain from the same botomless well, the point source from which all the expressions of the universe find a creative outlet by transmuting that enormous energy from the ethereal realm into the physical realm.

The eyes of a newborn looking seriously and perplexed at the world around him are the eyes of the world made manifest in a particular form, the human form, with all the particulars this entails, from the difference between sexes to the difference between each mind and body; this human serves a purpose and that purpose is to live in and through these particulars, and if introspective capactity permit, find the reason why the universe created this form; if the source thought up this vessel for experiencing life, then to discover what is so great about it that the source thought it would be a good idea is the uncovering of truth, the reverse mapping of a history that is not of this world, but that belongs to a timeless place, so that when a human looks at his or her hand he or she is not merley observing his or her specific hand, but the human hand, which points directly at millions of years of evolution. A sort of hallographic illusion, were intent became reality through evolution. So the presence of the other, of that enormous otherworldly inteligence which is constantly observing and which orchestrates growth and progress in all beings, is always present. And maybe this is what hyperspace hints at with all the visions of eyes; the eye is the presence of the source finally made observable.

All the information necessary to create that human at conception is a singularity, which means infinite value. It is one small point that contains everything; all the facts of mankind and of the source from which it originated from. This singularity expands and that expansion is the spirit made flesh, and that encarnation will be creative, which means that its posture will be fluid and adaptive and capable of as much change and deviations and transformation as the source is capable of, which is to say infinite capacity for creativity.

That sense of the other is available to all beings from birth so that they manage through life with little to no education and explanation; the lion knows it hunts, and with a little practice, will become better and more creative at it. But its inital unshakable sense that indeed it was made for hunting is direct evidence of the other; the source directing and gently guiding each and every one of its creations by putting a part of itself inside the creation, so that wherever the creation goes there is a part of the source in it, and in that part lies wisdom beyond the being's years.

As all your posts are simply beautiful and true!