DMT is like loading the universe into a cannon, aiming it at your brain, and firing. Such is the otherworldly, essentially celestial fourth dimension it brings into play. Mere seconds after inhaling the vapor, earthly reality is gone and one’s field of vision becomes a kaleidoscope of colors and fractals which are a porthole to the real destination. Next is the bulk of the journey, which is remarkably intense for the first five minutes or so, followed by the user slowly returning to a non-psychedelic state.
I’ve found my fifty-some journeys to always be different as far as the visions and scenery go, while remaining fundamentally similar. Floating (or sometimes rocketing) through a high definition pastel-colored MC Escher drawing seems a common theme, along with brightly lit and bizarre cityscapes and carnival rides. Visuals of comely females are also standard, which I assume is my bachelor lifestyle subconscious talking. I’m usually fully aware during the process, even speaking (both out loud in my chair and in the dream state) to these and other human figures, but they prove elusive, their faces vanishing when I attempt to discern them.
The experience is very dream-like, yet I also sense my earthly surroundings. I know I’m seated in a chair with my eyes closed and music on, and I’m tripping my balls off. Along those lines, I’ve learned the trick is to surrender to the flow, i.e. relax despite being on a white-knuckle ride. Indeed, many times I’ve recognized that my whole body is tense from the “blast-off” stage, and actively relax, prompting the visuals I’m seeing to change — colors, scenes, etc. (A sonic equivalent may be the transition from “She’s So Heavy” to “Here Comes the Sun” on Abbey Road.)
Specific scenarios I recall include a baby on a pedestal in a sunny Greek Island Mediterranean scene. More remarkable were “snow globes,” held by attractive ladies. Inside the globe of one woman were impressive rave-like flashing colors, about which I commented favorably. This prompted a second hottie to emerge and say: “You like her globe? Check out my globe!” Sure enough, this globe was markedly more impressive. A particularly blatant nod from my subconscious came toward the end of a trip in a Las Vegas hotel room, when various casino icons appeared, i.e. a roulette wheel and gaming tables.
Other than the aforementioned tension during the blast off, a DMT-triggered reality is almost always a happy and pleasant place. I’m typically engulfed in a childlike wonder, as if in the happiest, most interesting dream (not even) imaginable. Many travelers report encounters with benevolent elves or other “beings,” although I’ve only experience the human-like. Once I was zipping along and overheard someone in the fourth dimension with me remark: “There goes another visitor, glad I don’t have to go back,” or something along those lines, probably in response to my look of wonderment and the fact he actually lives there. Which brings me to the “like death” part of a DMT odyssey. . .
Given the experience is so other-worldly, I believe these trips are visitation of the afterlife, or perhaps even of a waiting area (for lack of a better term) for a spirit’s next earthly vessel. Reports that DMT trips are fueled by the significant release of serotonin, as during birth and death, seem to support this theory. It’s a glimpse into where we came from and where we go. Whatever the case, I digress.
Seven or eight minutes after launch, the experience winds down, slowly and calmly. The first time I emerged from my revelation I could not stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. The fact someone figured out how to access this portion of my brain, and that not even one percent of human beings will ever experience it, even though it’s right there in their heads. I felt like one of the luckiest people in world history. And I also couldn’t stop thanking and hugging the dude who turned me on to it.
Fifteen minutes after inhaling the vapors I was dizzy but fully in charge of my faculties. A quarter hour after that I was back to perfectly normal (for me anyway, which may be not very). This powerful psychedelic is certainly not for everybody − specifically the high strung or those with anxiety issues − but taking this ride should be a bucket list item for you if you’re chill and naturally curious. Just remember to RELAX.
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