Here are some interesting DMT narratives some guy had: He said they all pertain to 50-100mg smoked DMT despite using the term ayahuasca loosely. Holy Guardian Angel: DMT 1: I have recently begun a spiritual path involving the use of the sacred plant ayahuasca. Ayahuasca is a hallucinogenic vine, originally from South America, containing dimethyltryptamine, DMT. DMT is one of the most powerful hallucinogens known to man. DMT, like other hallucinogens, is thought to act at the serotonin receptor, which it does. But this does not explain the effects of hallucinogens in full. For example, recent studies show that LSD when attached to the serotonin receptor does not behave the same intra-cellularly, when attached, that serotonin does. Therefore, it can be pretty much said that the way these drugs work in the brain remains a mystery, except to say that they significantly alter brain chemistry to make ecstatic states highly possible. DMT is considered to be the prototype of the tryptamines, which are the defining genus of the pure hallucinogens. DMT is found in virtually every type of living creature. All manner of flowering plants, grasses, sea life, reptiles, coral, fungi, and a remaining plethora of species, have members that contain significantly large amounts of DMT. DMT is said to be virtually everywhere, certainly in every highly structured organism. Our brains, in fact, are flooded with DMT. The irony of this is that since DMT is a Schedule I substance in the US, this should imply that our brains, being in possession of significant amounts of DMT, a Schedule I substance, are de facto illegal to possess or use according to the US government, which is not a surprise. My work with DMT may be divided so far into three stages. Stage I: The first use of it precipitated the vision of a goddess. I’ve had goddess visions on numerous hallucinogens before, initially marijuana, then LSD, ketamine, salvia divinorum and psilocybin mushrooms. The view of a pan-gaian goddess emanating all life in psychedelic glory is actually a fairly common trip report. No doubt, this is responsible for the heavy presence of the female life-giving archetype in early mythology. It is also telling that the Christians, though they tried to impose a patriarchal ideology on people of the world, found it necessary to include Mary as the divine mother archetype, so as to satisfy the longing and necessity for the goddess. Myself, I have seen most ecstatic states as unified in a female figure. This was no different except for being more intense, and more filled with the sensation, as is commonly reported with DMT, of being in the presence of a true being. Stage II: The second stage was a surprising one. I again saw the same female deity, but this time I began to interact, not just linguistically and visually, but moreover had tactile hallucinations in the form of feeling touch upon my skin and feeling interaction, culminating to the point of actual intercourse. It was seeming like the pulsing motion was the writhing of a female engaged in the act of copulation. It was very satisfying and rewarding to be embraced by the universal in this way. It was the visual representation of yoga, or at least the suggestion that this was a truly yogic path of tantric union. Stage III: The third stage was very interesting. Phase III was interesting because of its cinematic movement in three parts. Act I was focused on enjoying the mindspace. I immediately fell into the psychedelic mind-space with cartoon dancing, curvilinear lines, fractal, resonating, recursive patterns. All this is common with any hallucinogen, but multiplied by several factors with DMT. I experienced the onset of this mind-state with a great “Aha!” I had a moment of self-discovery, wherein I realized that I so like this mind-state, that I pursue it - often. I find it intrinsically rewarding to be in this special mind-state, this cartoonish landscape of my own mental creation. I often point out to people who need experience and guidance with tripping that the way to view the trip is as a show projected on the back of your eyelids, projected by yourself. It is important to maintain an internal monologue and a narrative about what you’re seeing and why you are seeing it, to prevent a loss of ego and subsequent psychosis. Act II was focused on beginning to understand that this mind-space was a projection, and it was the same being I felt I had interacted with earlier. I began then conversing with this projection, which is so often experienced in the DMT realm as a being. In conversing with the being, I asked why it presented itself as a woman. It answered rather coyly that it was because that was the way I liked it. I began to realize that what this really meant was that I was the one seeing certain curves, certain lines, certain writhing motions as necessarily feminine. These were actually simply lines, curves, and colors, and that the interpretation of them was entirely up to me. I began to see that what I had seen as sexuality was nothing more than a series of lines and a sort of protuberance that was pulsing energy. It could be seen as a mouth, a vagina, a writhing female, or simply as some sort of hallucinogenic love volcano. The latter is what I settled upon with joy. I see too that I project myself in certain ways to others, perhaps as projecting endless love and energy in a somewhat seductive and sensual way. Then at the end of this act two, with the realization that the internal being or internal temple is none other than myself, I began to notice certain phenomena that led to further awareness. In watching these patterns emerge, I occasionally form a negative thought. This negative thought would result in colorful planes of animated, cartoonish reality being fractured into broken, dull-grey/brown shards of broken mirror falling to the ground in pieces. It was clear that there was a connection between those negative thoughts and the destruction of this treasured mind-space, as this was contrasted with positive thoughts causing the generation of joyful, colorful inhabitants of this mind-space. I began to see the clear connection between the projection I was making and my own thoughts. My satisfaction or dissatisfaction with this projection was entirely under my control, as this projection was entirely under my control. Whereas I began to see in act II the internal temple is a projection, in act III the connection between my thoughts and the enjoyment of this internal temple became obvious. In act III, I began to see that my internal temple and its enjoyment is in fact nothing more than directly related to my self - my projections, my thoughts, and my self-control. Stage IV Again I felt the presence of a female figure. This time, as I tried to impose upon it my conceptions of last time, such as that it was my own mental projection, it was shattered by seeing it radiating everywhere. I began to think of its projection as male or female, and I realized its feminine voice to me, not so much feminine images anymore, was coming from my own head for convenience. Perhaps Jung is right in saying that creative voice for a woman is a man, the animus, and the creative voice for a man is a woman, an anima. Deep inside the unconscious, the repressed self, it would be logical that a male would, in order to fulfill a male identity in society, repress whatever his image of the female self is and put it into the unconscious, so that it becomes in fact the voice of that whole world. I began to see that the entity itself wanted no further impositions of concepts by me as to it being local, everywhere, god or goddess, male or female. I began seeing even the silliness of the hallucinations earlier, which had been pleasant, as being somewhat tiresome and not exactly what this being had in mind. Any imposition of my self, imperfect as it was, was not welcome upon such perfection. It is I who must become perfect to dance with it. I began to sense that what I was facing would be best described as Crowley’s Holy Guardian Angel. He refers to this concept that in self-work one encounters as a guide, a voice speaking back to oneself, that is going to take you by the hand and lead you on your spiritual path. I had already learned that how I think about myself and others and how I interact with myself and others is going to affect the spiritual tone of this path, its chance of success, and the place of its final destination. DMT is not only the spirit molecule because it is everywhere, the skeleton key of consciousness, but furthermore it is the journey, the trip one takes, when you die and the brain is flooded with DMT. Life flashes before your eyes and you face a projection of everything you’ve ever made yourself to be and stand in judgment before your Holy Guardian Angel — the true self you were meant to be. This experience can be painful for some or pleasurable for others depending on the kind of life lived. Playing with DMT is meeting one’s judgment early, being taken on a journey to the gates of the underworld, while one still has a chance to act upon what one sees and to change. The HGA began to show a certain gray, indiscriminate face, straight, indescribable to any detail of it’s beauty, a face better than any backside or writhing motion. I asked, “What is it you want me to do?” I saw the world as it is, a pink-fleshy mandala of chattering teeth and random motions, indescribable fractals of human flesh juxtaposed in fractals of suffering and activity. Even the punctuated frivolity and joy was pointless in its absurdity. The whole fleshy landscape was distracting, twisted and mammothly unnecessary. I began to see that what she wanted was for me, or me and my wife together, to shift the world to meet her gaze, to turn that wheel. I felt the earth move beneath as there was a fierce grinding, the scrape of one tectonic cog against another with brutal resistance. The world changed by turning the wheel from what it is now to what it should be. I felt the tremendous force, and resistance and work involved in that, down to the core of the columns of the earth, but I knew with certainty it had to be done as commanded. The rewards of being in that perfect place, face on to everything, make it clear that it is the place you, me, we, the earth are meant to be in.

[quote:2af02af289] It is important to maintain an internal monologue and a narrative about what you’re seeing and why you are seeing it, to prevent a loss of ego and subsequent psychosis.[/quote:2af02af289] Hrm, I thought total ego loss is what one was aiming for with breakthroughs... How can an individual experience oneness while lugging around a perspective of "I"? Thats not oneness, it's separation, perhaps I missed something here.

Very cool response. Bottom line is that DMT is not one experience. It is a drug which can be experienced by many different brains with different chemical make-ups and different cognitive inputs prior to that point thereby creating vastly different drug experiences. The guy that wrote this stuff was very into Buddhism in his twenties, but at the time of these writings 20 years later is using a different perspective. These writings are more from the perspective of witchcraft than buddhism.

and what is defined by the term by "ego" vs "I" .... ? We always fumble on our semantic dualisms if we can't define them a little tighter. Ego death, as I have experienced it, may have degrees - 'ego dissolution' sounds more accurate. These experiences sound like variable degrees of ego dissolution, increasing the degree in each stage. You might shed emotional attachments and patterns as the dissolution progresses. Total ego death is becoming the White Light - a totally unitary state in which colours even cease to exist - impossibly HUGE, but with no room for anyTHING, before thought can happen or the 'ego' or 'I' speak, there seems to be everything, everywhere, question-and-answer fused in pent up potential called the AllThatIS. And as I remember it happening, the AllThatIs releases you back into duality - back into a body that inhales and exhales. Breathing is a perfect Yin-Yang dualistic cycle. In ego-death "the body is redundant"... That reminds me - the White Light, and much of what I would call Hyperspace, seems to lie in the pause between inhaling and exhaling - in between the breath, just before you exhale again, is that space. But that's probably because I remember holding my breath, as the veil buzzed up and lifted...

El Ka bong - I really enjoy what you have to say. I have been examining your comments on other experiences, and I am being to believe you see rather deeply into this molecule. Thanks for your advice! The above narrator had this to add: I have had a few interesting stages mentally in processing the above experiences. I began to repetitively experience this goddess and merging with her. I began to feel a real disrespect for DMT and psychedelics in general, as most are sub-tryptamines of the master. I began to think, rather bluntly, she's just a "goofy space-whore." I began to suspect with delusional narrative that DMT was putting you in a place where you joined with either humans or other alien beings who were using either technology or DMT to reach an astral plane to fuck. Sort of like an astral bar. Unfortunately, it would appear that the multiplicity of worlds was inhabited, like this one, with shallow shit heads. Another person I talk with sees a hostile tentacle being on DMT. I see the tentacles as arms, and because of my exposure to Indian scripture in the past, many armed things are deities. Some people see tentacled aliens, or information net works. It appears that this multifaceted being is part of "getting there", but the narrative is up to you. Then I read a narrative that was wonderful. Some guy said he saw himself in an Egyptian sarcophagus while hieroglyphics danced around imparting wisdom and knowledge. It hit me. What a beautiful narrative. I was the one turning DMT into tryptamine porn. My wife was the one turning DMT into fear filled ravaging by a beast. I was looking for a way to use DMT to learn, to grow, and here it was, my answer. I need to see the tentacles/arms/etc as the symbols of my witchcraft dancing around a core. I need to feel and learn the energies and hear what they have to say. I need to mature, and quit relating to the world in an exclusively sexual manner. I need to understand that there are more faces to energy and vibration than sex. I need to grow up. It is interesting, as an aside, that here I sit, an educated, “enlightened” man of the 21st century, well-studied in psychology, science and art, and well-plumbed with psychedelics, therapy and self-work, unable to still abandon adolescent sexuality, unable to fully appreciate women as people. I am humbled and ashamed, but plan to grow. I think this is a path all American men should take, let alone Europe, Asia, the Middle East and other areas of the world where gender issues and human respect for all still lag. I plan to see “arms”, with will and lower doses, as information sigils, to learn and interact with them. Already, this awareness has increased my self-growth and will hopefully improve my relations with others. What an amazing teacher DMT is. Next time I know I will see it devoid of my lurid narrative. I am eager to learn from the information network that lies in my unconscious. I am grateful for such a kind and effective teacher as DMT.

the same guy had this to add about kabbalistic masonic baal scrying: Session V Since the last time I used DMT and had the realization that it was my own brain that was imposing the consistent narrative of sexuality, I realized the need to have an effective means of controlling this astral plane as well as some means of stocking it with new narratives so as not to fall back on old patterns. Relying on a stereotyped vision of reality that has always been comfortable to me, I fell back on the use of kabbalistic meditation techniques. As I understand it, the kabbalah is, most simply put, the art of viewing the universe as made entirely of atoms, but rather than like the atoms of the physical materialist being merely physical balls or entities, the kabbalist has the universe made up of vibratory thought-energy-atoms. This allows the practitioner of the kabbalah to, in theory, utilize her thought energy to manipulate matter, or to utilize matter to manipulate the practitioner's thought energies in precise ways, and would also allow the practitioner to have special insight into reality by understanding the relationship between reality, sound, and thought at its deepest level. When I find it necessary to pursue mystic paths, though being a physical materialistic atheist myself, I find it most satisfactory to fall back on kabbalist paths as they require the least compromise of my daily conscious beliefs. This necessity to rely on spiritual techniques despite a philosophical unwillingness to the contrary reminds me of a statement made by William Burroughs during an interview shown in the movie The Source. At one point, William Burroughs is describing the terrible physical side effects of the drink yage, which contains DMT and an MAOI. The interviewer asks why a person would punish themselves in such a manner. At this question Burroughs gets quite angry and says, "If you're going to take yage, you take yage!" Therefore, by analogy, if you "smoke DMT, you smoke DMT!"; you may have to utilize spiritual techniques alien to your waking consciousness to have that special experience you seek. You must accept the negative as an expedient means to an joyful end. If these techniques become sufficiently and consistently useful for survival as to seem more necessary for a comprehensive world view than mere appendages of expedient means, then it becomes mandatory as a scientist to modify one's daily beliefs and move on with a new world view. However, for now, it was still an expedient means to utilize kabbalistic techniques to begin to control the journey. I initially thought about using the Hebrew letters, from which I learned about the kabbalah. But there is a lot of baggage with this culture's letters, and I have always found it difficult to remember Semitic letters made of brush strokes and points. Furthermore, never really understanding the kabbalah in past study, I set about researching the origins of the Hebrew alphabet and came to learn about proto-Canaanite, proto-Sinaite, and it's descendant Phoenician, from which we get ancient Hebrew and subsequently Biblical Hebrew. Furthermore, the Phoenician alphabet influenced the Latin (therefore the Germanic and Romance languages), Greek (Cyrillic and Slavic), Semitic (Arabic and Hebrew), and even Indian (Sanskrit) languages. It can certainly be argued to be the primal alphabet of all magical cultures and traditions of the mid-East and West. In examining the forms and glyphs of the original letters, which are quite like the Egyptian hieroglyphs by which they were inspired but from which they were not copied, or Druidic runes, the proto-Sinaitic glyphs and those chronologically before are quite clear as to what they represent in nature. An ox is quite clearly the head of an ox, etc. While there is some occasional argument, for example as in gimel, as to whether it is a crescent, camel or boomerang, the use of any one of these will suffice, and a narrative that links all three will suffice as well if that suits the experience better. I set about using the Phoenician alphabet because it is well-standardized, whereas the prior alphabets require some interpretation and reconstruction subject to the investigator's personal bias, well defined (due to the survival of a fair number of scripts over time), and while the identity of some letters is in question still, by combining the interpretation of previous reconstructions, I found it possible to settle on a personally satisfying explanation for each glyph. There is also tremendous agreement over time as to the meaning of some letters, for example, Mem, as 'water'. I set about learning the Phoenician alphabet and it's letter signs and associating them with the Hebrew, which gave me great inspiration as to how Hebraic and Arabic scripts, and Semitic scripts in general, function. After sufficient practice with the glyphs over days, I was ready to scry. I then prepared a dose of DMT in scrying range ~ 50mg. I took a small warming dose to make sure I could control the imagery of the letters through a slight rush. Then I took a deeper dose. On doing so I entered into a psychedelic space, but a very comfortable one. The sense of a being was there, same as before, but only as a helpful guiding female voice, not visually. I could peer through a triangular doorway into another world made of a pale blue sky with a pillar of white, non-stormy, fluffy clouds at the center, like a UFO of clouds. There were multiple psychedelic rainbows dripping from the entry way. It was the epitome of blue sky and peace. I realized I was peering through the shape of daleth like a doorway. I heard the voice urge me to try other letters and I did. Each one opened up another hallucinogenic space. For example, vav opened up a flaming yellow desert-like hallucinogenic space, with burning orange trails, a hot Mars-like environment. Shin opened up a crystalline world, each of the three points serving as seeds of extensive crystallization. At one point I utilized lamed and had a beautiful vision, which does escape me, because it wasn't anchored with the symbol's meaning, which I couldn't remember at that moment. Now I remember it means 'goad,' ironically. I had remembered the letter by a mnemonic with 'L', so the voice chided me in the future not to utilize such mnemonic tricks and to remember the meanings. I nodded. As usual, she reminded me not to criticize myself overly much, assured me of universal love and benevolence, and encouraged me to move on to other glyphs. I moved on to mem with great success. By the time I reached nun, I could feel the effect of the neurotransmitter beginning to leave. With characteristic and usual sadness, I wished I could never go. She encouraged me to practice as long as I could, especially as the drug was leaving, so the ability might stay more permanently. I did so until the scrying no longer had the sense of reality, but pushed fantasy. I came to and delivered this narrative. I feel I was encouraged by the female spirit of DMT to continue using kabbalistic meditation techniques based on the Phoenician alphabet of 22 letters as doorways to different hallucinogenic spaces. I saw them as vibratory spaces or levels, co-existent, adjacent or interwoven with our own, somehow participating or interacting with ours on a perpetual basis in some important manner. My questions now are what are the nature of these spaces? What is the nature of their interaction with our space? And how is mastery, control or vision of these spaces useful to my character, development, or identity as a human being? I suspect the answer to the latter question is probably the easiest. To know the real situation one is in is always of greatest value.