Something internal shifted on the night of my first break through, like a window was opened in my soul, and a cool breeze trickled through me, a hint of the world outside...
So I feel inclined to share just how it happened.
Previous to my first break through, I had smoked DMT several times, with mild to moderate effects, though nothing of this caliber.
It was the night prior to my departure from my Family, a departure that would keep me away from my loved ones for almost 8 months. Due to the nature of my occupation, I cannot divulge all the details, but suffice to say, I was going to be 100% out of contact for a long time. I was anxious and sleepless, so my wife and I and my 2 best friends stayed up that night, talking.
One of my closest friends, a man who is like a brother to me, jokingly suggested that I attempt a break through. I had not prepared myself mentally or spiritually for this, so, at first, I rejected the notion. However, after considering it further, I thought: "What better way to bid adieu to my loved ones than by bidding adieu to the universe itself?"
We prepared our Machine lovingly referred to as "The God Cannon," with 60mg, and my friends gathered round me in a room of my house devoted entirely to DMT. It is void of any furniture, lit only by black lights... I sat down and centered myself, performing a minute or two of breathing exercises...
My friend torched, and I drew.
A minute, or a lifetime, later... I opened my eyes, and found myself sitting upon a white marble thrown, elevated on a white marble dias. I was in an expansive room with a low ceiling, all of it white. I felt a presence at my side, and turned to see the face of a divine entity, with a distinctly masculine nature, beaming at me. Before I could even begin to feel a reaction, he communicated, not through words, but through sense, this message:
"Don't be afraid. You are here now, with us. You will have to go soon, but, until then, enjoy what we have to offer."
I then noticed, far across the room, there were two glowing female entities, with platinum blonde hair flowing down to their waists, which they were flinging about as they danced in my direction. Their faces were never visible, always covered by the streaming golden hair... They brought strange toys to me, odd objects of alien design, but all with a clear function: user enjoyment. There were trinkets and puzzles, some of which were covered in writing. These feminine angels would dance to the wall far in front of me, pick an object from a pile or a rack that leaned against the wall, and dance back, to show me what they offered.
This went on for some time, until I felt myself fading from them. I was filled with sorrow at the prospect of leaving, of being torn from these wonderful entities... but the male communicated something to me. He said, "You have to go now. Don't fight it. We'll meet again one day. Until then, good bye."
And just like that, I came to.
I opened my eyes, and bolted upright, trying to convey to my friends what had just happened... I was aw-struck by the beauty and purity of the experience, and especially the love the angels had radiated.
But the next morning, I left. I left my family and my friends and my home, and didn't see them or speak to them until two months later, when...
I paid for them to drive 1800 miles across the country for a 2 day visit. They, knowing the profundity of my experience, had prepared a present for me. A small Machine was charged with a massive quantity of DMT, all of which awaited me. We drove out into the hills, and, off a rocky trail, under a brilliant blue sky, with a summer sun bearing down, I readied myself.
When the DMT hit I was immediately propelled past consciousness. I opened my third eye, and was greeted by rolling viridian hills laid out before me, contrasted against an azul sky, colors so deep and vibrant as to defy explanation. Once again, I felt a presence. I turned to my right, and was greeted by... him. The angel. My angel. He didn't speak, but he communicated:
"Welcome back. We've been waiting for you."
An upsurge of joy sprang from my soul, and I turned my attention back to the hills before us. There, far in the distance, on the crest of the most verdant hill i have ever seen, were two brilliant, glowing figures, dancing together, and far above them, with a line barely visible to it, was a crimson kite, waving in the wind.
My angel didn't communicate anything else. He didn't need to. I knew then, at that moment, that I had found my true home.
In Love and Light,
the Good Doctor