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abecedarian
#1 Posted : 11/11/2019 4:49:17 AM

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This is not and was not my first steps in hyperspace, but I dug back into some old notes because I wanted to share something relevant on the subject. This is from a decade and a half ago which was the period when I first extracted my DMT as well as some other things.


DMT : Dung Beetle

70 milligrams of DMT vaporized in 2 deep long hits. Crackle, crackle, buzz, buzz. Energy fields and total beauty were quickly interfered with by slithering snakes and tentacles which came out of nowhere to weave around each other and create a dome over me. They didn’t want me to get beyond them, but I didn’t let them scare me so they became a wall of nothing as I passed through them.

Constant tones increasing in frequency, vibrating in the center of my skull was the last human sensation I recall before leaving. Crackle, buzz, zip!, CRACK!!

Earth was gone, sky was gone, there was nothing but a blank space or blank page which might’ve seemed pure white, but I’m not sure it wasn’t silver or grey. Then this blank space was filled by what seemed to be that which had just been spat out the top of that human head I was recently residing in. As if just woke up, crawled out of a hole, and fell to the floor was a beetle creature which I was observing as both something alien and as myself. For some reason this beetle had a shiny wire or set of shiny thin wires somehow attached to it which led back to wherever it came from, and I could see it was nearly pulled tight and had just a little slack left in the line.

All at the same time my reaction to this beetle was ‘Eww, yucky bug!’ & ‘Aww, beautiful creature.’ & ‘That’s a pity.’

While I’m having these feelings about the bug, I was feeling higher intelligence beings having reactions to the beetle and me such as loving, worried & concerned, hopefulness, expectations, disappointment, confidence, etc.

Two phrases I distinctly heard from a higher intelligence being was first:

“He saw himself!” (in a very hopeful cheering “yes, this is progress” yet still concerned and worried kind of way),

then

“Put him back in!” (in a very ‘that’s as far as he goes this time’ and ‘let’s see how much progress and trauma he makes and takes from this for now’ sort of way).

Next thing I recall experiencing was just that, being put back in. I was attached to a swirling, twirling silver coil of what looked like thick air, smoke, or fog, but it felt and sounded like metal such as a metal slinky or unwound guitar strings being flapped around. As this spiraling coil thing tightened, I saw my body sitting in the chair in front of me, the coil was entering my body’s head and funneling me back into it. Suddenly I was behind my eyes again, in the chair, with my body having spasms as if I was being electrocuted. There was no doubt in my mind that I had just left this body that was so jolted by me getting back into it.



More to come and I'll try to put them in some kind of logical order like they occurred. Not every one of them is conveyable with language, but I sometimes try and do the experience a little justice with words. Thanks.
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#2 Posted : 11/17/2019 8:09:19 PM

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The beginning, the end, heartbeat smash.

High-purity dmt freebase, oil-burner, torch lighter, in a chair on the porch.

The whole trip was basically this... seeing god (or what I think god is... just the ultimate power of nature, life) It was repeating its message to me between bouts of my having useless information go through my head.

How much of this pounding can my heart take?... I had a very matter of fact sense of being right where I could so easily just do 'the big let go' and leave my human form dead in it's chair.

So gratifying and so beautiful, and also a bit scary because at that point I'm totally believing that I could die if I decided to stay in the saddle for a true ride outwards to where we came from and where we'll go.

"facilitates the soul's movement in and out of the body," (Strassman) yea, I believe it 100%.

This dmt smoke session was one of those experiences I'll always remember something very special about, even though amnesia is as prevalent as ever with the specifics.

I went into it.. got through the doorway to the furthest beyond. Very complicated message explained and understood in half an instant.

then... my heart is really pounding, slight worry... maybe I should've tied a string to myself on this one, my soul is about to be spat out of the crown of my head.
ok, my body will do just fine, let go of it..

And then right back into it and the dmt was like, “ok listen up, I'm repeating the big bang for you again"

Wow!! Thank you!!

pound.. pound.... body? heart? you'll be ok, right?

dmt: “look! pay attention, here is everything!"

I see it and I feel so blessed, ... but I think maybe if I don't hold up at this here doorway I might become the first guy who dies of heart failure after smoking dmt.

Hey, this is going to fade soon... go ahead and let go completely.

DMT says, "Ok let the explanation roll once more, come this way." And reviewed for me is everything there is to comprehend about the ongoing existence, the beginning, the end, and the beginning with no end. All there for my benefit yet I still couldn't get myself 100% focused on it while I was feeling like a grasp for human body and earth was crucial in being able to continue my human life.

I stayed there in my chair on the porch as I grew aware of how nicely my rotation of breaths, up/down head movements, and saliva swallows were flowing completely involuntarily.

Ready to stand and walk in the house, I get up and... SMASH! (the oil-burner fell off my lap as I stood) I had a short laugh at that and said with a calm voice and a smile, "That's what happens!" Smile
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#3 Posted : 11/18/2019 6:01:09 PM

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DMT : Becoming the Sun


Around 70 milligrams of white DMT loaded into an oil-burner. I think I took in all 70mg on the first hit and then smoked up some old residue for a second hit. And I was off.

As I headed toward the breakthrough there was something that made me decide to try and sustain a disinterest in as much of the aw-inspiring visions that might be about to move in front of me as possible. This 'strategy' is always part of it, but never before had I mustered up so much will to not be distracted. I wanted to see if I could grab something from hyperspace that was not confusing, something raw with no illusions mixed in, or at least something powerful yet easy to decipher.

On the way up I noticed how very calm I was and how very slow my pulse was going. I was effectively meditating in my body on the way out and that really had me set up for a good trip. I had a lot of intention and the only thing I expected was whatever I was supposed to get. The few quick visions I had on the way through were all reviews of previous dmt trips. I saw my previous dung beetle trip and knew it all tied into what was about to happen. I also knew that I wasn't going to have mixed feelings of adoration and disgust this time. If I take the form of a beetle somewhere between here and where I want to be, then this time I was about to see myself in a new form, likely one a few leaps beyond the bug, and I knew it was coming.

The peak of the trip was simple and had a lot of impact. My soul really did a number on my body on the way out, especially my skull which the light of my being blew holes in until it was all completely shattered. Light beamed out of the holes until it was all broken away and I was nothing but light, a bright rotating phasing light, a sun, a star. At peak I was doing nothing, visually watching nothing, I was just being a star. I was the ball of light in the sky that's too bright for people to look at.

In my last moments of being the sun I was seeing all the way down on everyone as if I were so far away yet close enough to watch everything. Loved ones were around, most significantly were my two parents who are currently getting older, but they were reverse-aging while I was the sun in this trip. Everything was sunny and golden and I heard or felt them saying something like, "He's making it a very nice day isn't he?"

On the slow ride down I was having quick visions and thoughts of the implications of all this. This trip was so not visually complicated, and it's really awesome the way it can be that way or the other in equally powerful ways.

Since, I've had repeats as sleeping dreams of seeing loved ones outside on a golden sunny day which I was not within but was making, giving, and projecting onto them.
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#4 Posted : 11/21/2019 1:17:50 AM

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These are awesome! They sound like really cool experiences.

I once had a THC "breakthrough" where a crumpled-up piece of paper I was holding turned into a beetle and crawled around my hand, after which I had a very similar reaction as your, on top of thinking I became a god, of course Laughing.

I wonder if the beetle has any higher significance or meaning?
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The winter would hold no spring
Couldn't hear a robin sing
I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you"
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#5 Posted : 11/21/2019 1:23:00 AM

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An Egyptian thing maybe. Wink
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#6 Posted : 12/3/2019 11:43:56 PM

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1.5mg salvinorin-a

At bedtime I put about 1.5mg of salvinorin in an oilburner, turned off the lights, and hit it. I held the flame to the glass for the full inhale then set the pipe down. I couldn't tell that I had inhaled anything but warm air, but I held it in as long as I could then exhaled what seemed like nothing and laid down.

My brother and his girlfriend were awake downstairs and I heard one of them walking across the house to get a drink or something. Someone was underneath my room and possibly heading to my door to come upstairs and see what I was doing or see if I was still awake. It was early and no one knew I'd went to bed. As Sally sucked me in I tried to keep myself prepared to say the two simple words, "Bad time". If anyone came upstairs they'd understand what kind of state I was in after hearing those words and would quickly leave me alone. I could depend on those words if I could only remember them, if I didn't then this trip would quickly get even more bizarre than salvia usually is for me. Turned out that no one was interested in what I was doing, nobody came upstairs, and I was quickly heading into Sally's dimension.

Everything faded out accept me and the blanket on top of me, then the mattress rippled and folded. Then I realized I'd become a wheel on one of three angles on a large triangle conveyor belt. The belt was black, the rollers were black, everything was black matter that I somehow was seeing on top of a dark background. It was like if you could see shadows even in pitch black. I was seeing outlines of black on black. After watching this for a minute or so I felt myself then being transformed into part of the moving belt rather than the mechanism moving the thing. I knew I was going to go around the wheel once completely then I'd become flat and move along to the next corner. That never happened though, my trip around the wheel made a blackout effect before it all faded away.

I was left with the classic, "wtf was that and where does it come from" feeling Sally gives me.... but I do believe in her teaching abilities and she was probably trying to tell me something... maybe to "get off the wheel!"
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#7 Posted : 12/16/2019 4:21:56 PM

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I put an unmeasured amount of salvinorin-a enhanced leaf in a pipe and took two or three big hits while sitting in my chair. Smoked. Suddenly I was in another dimension. Was thinking of my family, but my Mom especially who passed away almost two years ago. I saw a mailbox and the driveway of my old childhood home. A voice said "You can't go home." I said "Yes, I can." I started trying to pull my consciousness into the driveway past the mailbox, and it wasn't working. I became aware that I had moved within the "reality" I had exited (or came from), but I didn't know how. I continued to try to pull my consciousness into the driveway past the mailbox. Then I started to become aware of what I had done in "this reality". I had exited the chair and plopped my butt down on a cooking pot that was on a foot stool near my bed which was left there from the last migraine headache I expected to puke from. I was still mostly in the Salvia dimension though, and still wanted to go home so I kept trying to pull inward past the mailbox into the driveway. As the everyday reality started to reestablish itself it seemed like my left eye was trying to close my right eye and exit my head.

It wore off as my mind said to itself "Yea, I get the point."


My interpretation of this trip is that Sally was showing me and telling me that trying to go back to my past and improve upon it would be an unrewarding mission, and that if I have any kind of future to look forward to it would be elsewhere. I have to be at peace with my mother's death and find a way to lay a better foundation for a better future. Going backwards just means re-experiencing everything that put me down and held me back for so long.

Salvia makes for some very bizarre trips. Definitely not a party drug. Going for a breakthrough with salvia tends to mean I'm willing to experience a rough test and learn a hard lesson from struggling with visions I'm not yet ready to understand so easily, at least for me.

Maybe eating 60 fresh rolled up leaves is more productive than smoking this stuff, but I still went to school smoking this. Maybe next time I will try eating fresh leaves, but I haven't grown my own Salvia in years. I feel like the Sally likes me, but knows I need to learn a harsh lesson. People have crashed through windows after smoking salvia... I'd say don't mess with it without someone there. I was alone and lucky. I think I need to incorporate my knowledge into life more so than I need to use salvia regularly. It was not fun, but I'm thankful for having experienced it.
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