The DMT Chronicles: Traversing Beyond the Psychedelic

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Submitted to NeuroSoup.com on 1/14/08

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“During the DMT uptake, one becomes concerned that they are going to die. They then remind themselves that they would not have taken the DMT had they known that they weren’t going to die. With this knowledge, peace arrives. Death is the intent.”

*Breakthrough* = Elf Contact

 

Trip #1 – Non-Breakthrough

A bowl of DMT was loaded into the pipe. The amount was slightly more than the tip of a match head. A time had finally come that I had been anticipating throughout all of eternity, or so, at the time, it felt like. I was so exhilarated, for something that I had wanted to meet for so long was, alas, now in my presence. I knew I was destined one day to venture the beautiful realms that DMT has to offer, and that day had finally arrived. As butterflies kept on pecking at the insides of my flesh, I tried to lower my excitation level to a minimum. I tried meditating for a little while. Eventually, the butterflies relinquished their relentless attack, and I was able to concentrate on the task at hand. I flicked my lighter and placed it underneath my little glass pipe. The DMT vaporized, and so, I took my first hit. The smoke was harsh on my lungs and tasted very indescribably odd. I exhaled the smoke and took another hit. I can’t recall the exact number of hits I took. I took a lot of small hits. At the time, I did not quite know how to smoke DMT. Hit after hit went by, and the last hit finally occurred. Little I knew at the time, and I thought that I had smoked sufficiently enough. I immediately shut my eyes, and I resumed in watching the back of my eyelids.

Immediately, I was taken to an extraterrestrial like place, one not here nor there, a place entrenched with vastness, a vastness that I never knew could possibly exist. I appeared to be in a psychedelic corridor that went on for thousands and thousands of miles. Beautiful and bedazzling psychedelic colors flittered upon the floor, walls, and ceiling. As I floated around, I observed everything that confronted me. The colors were all very pretty and had a flashy quality about them. The colors were possessed with the finest energy, a very penetrating one. I was fascinated by every quality they were imbedded with. I had only been in this area for a while, and yet, I got the feeling that I was only going to be in this area for a small amount of time. My time, I felt, was almost over. In a flash of vibrant light, the vision that once accosted me was now gone, only to be replaced by interesting Aztec styled tracers. Before I was ready, the main part of the DMT trip was over. I felt that it ended all too fast, that I only had a little taster. I wanted to return to that domain and explore its contents with more care and scrutiny. Therefore, before I completely came down from this trip, I smoked more DMT.

 

Trip #2 – Non-Breakthrough

I wanted to make sure this time that I would get “there” and be able to stay “there” for an extended duration in order to discover “its” hidden secrets. I smoked more DMT. The last hit of a series almost completely knocked me out. It did a number on my lungs which caused me to let loose a peculiar cough. I felt as if I had been punched in the gut by a merciless foe. I fell back on the sofa I was sitting on. I shut my eyes, and instantaneously, I was once more back inside of the extraterrestrial like domain I had previously been in. However, this time I was in a different place which appeared to be a room, rather than a corridor. Suddenly, something stirred to my left. I looked towards that direction, and an entity was what I encountered. It was rather large and possessed an immense body with animal like characteristics. It appeared to have a reptilian structure with very interesting qualities. This was an entity that could change its external color in order to blend in with its encompassing surroundings. This quality, you could say, is similar to the one that lizards and other reptilian life forms possess. Due to its own intentional, individual will, this reptilian entity was camouflaged. The color scheme incorporating the room was the same as the one incorporating the corridor I was previously in during my first DMT experience, and therefore, this was the same color scheme that was on the entity’s body. Psychedelic colors flashed to and fro, and then, I was out of the room and into a corridor.

Reds, blues, yellows, and oranges flashed all over the corridor while I was traversing on it. I then noticed a room to my right and decided that it was the place to be. I entered only to encounter a human sized snake of odd proportions slithering around an Egyptian-like statue of a female princess. Of course, the snake was alive. I was in its own personal room, its territorial domain. Graciously, the snake shared his room with me. A very kind deed, this was. The snake was neither angry nor happy when he noticed my presence, but rather mildly interested. I was neither scared nor worried, but I, too, like the snake, was mildly interested at the snake noticing my presence. Over the Egyptian-like statue, he slithered here and there while keeping his eyes upon me the entire time. His eyes were massively round, the size of small dinner plates. Eventually, his face slowly came right up to mine. We were staring each other in the eye with a sense of understanding one another. There was a sense of mutual comprehension dawning in both of our eyes. Due to a sudden onslaught of white light, I left the snake’s lair. It felt as if something had grabbed me around the waist and tossed me outside the snake’s house. In a sense, I was now in the snake’s backyard.

I was in outer space. A vast blackness engulfed the scene along with the occasional bright dot resembling a star. I was in an intergalactic dimension. To my right was a very unique object. Whether it was alive or not, I was not certain. It appeared to be more of an object, rather than a form of life, but it could have very well been a form of life. Now, unfortunately, I am restricted by the confines of our human language in describing what I saw. However, I will make due with what I can. Imagine an immensely large, elongated stack of paper continuously flapping back and forth, left to right. It appeared as if it belonged where it existed and no where else. I felt that it was a vortex or portal, which would lead one to another dimension of strange and foreign beauty. I think that maybe this is what a black hole looks like. I might have been given the gift of seeing the invisible, and therefore, I was capable of perceiving the hidden. It had a sucking feeling to it, as if it wanted to draw essences inside of it. Before I could touch it, I was drawn away from it. Eventually, everything began to grow faint. I was now staring at very interesting visuals. Slowly, these dissipated, too. The trip was brought to an end. I opened up my eyes and said to myself that what I had just experienced was unbelievable, yet all too believable. My brain felt as if it had run one thousand miles. Naturally, my mind was left racing the rest of the day.

 

Trip #3 – Non-Breakthrough

I was anticipating another DMT trip a bit too much. Eventually, this excitement led to my downfall. I ended up smoking more DMT in a car that was parked in a parking lot of a major shopping complex. This was an absolute horrible setting. At the time, a large majority of me knew that this was a very negative setting and knew that I would later regret the decision if I went through with the plan; however, an even larger majority of me wanted to trip again. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a convenient area near by. Therefore, I decided on taking the only option that was made available to me, a parking lot! I thought the DMT was calling me. However, I thought wrong. It wasn’t truly calling me. Rather, I wanted it to call me which resulted in me actually partially thinking that it was truly calling me. I was misled due to my very own self, due to my very own Ego. I can not believe that I actually smoked DMT at a place such as that. Oh well, live and let learn.

I smoked a bowl of DMT. The third hit almost killed me. I inhaled it so very deeply into my lungs to where I was forced to cough it up. I felt like I was coughing up all of my internal organs. Anyways, I was in the trip and, well, not in the trip. I still didn’t break through. As soon as the DMT hit me, reality hit me as well. I was in a parking lot tripping on DMT. I felt vulnerable to the max, and therefore, I could not release myself to enjoy the effects of the DMT. My face, for some weird reason, felt as if it was melting. I was in a gigantic orange vortex full of geometric patterns. I didn’t move at all, but simply viewed my surroundings in this world, while half of my mind was worried about the other world. Eventually, there came a point in the experience in which nothing was really happening. There was just a massive orange vortex of seismic proportions simply engulfing me. Finally, this ended only to be replaced by simple geometric patterns. The trip was over, and the lesson was learned.

 

Trip #4 – *Breakthrough*

With the doors locked, I was in my own room. This provided me with a high sense of protection, thereby allowing me to let go. I was aware of the fact that nobody was going to be able to get in and pester with my body. I was all by myself. My lamp provided the perfect amount of light that I needed, not too much and not too little. The room was more on the dark side, which is how I prefer it. In order to prepare and brace myself for the experience, I meditated for around fifteen minutes. I loaded more DMT into my pipe than I ever had in the past. I wanted to break through this time. Right before I was about to smoke the DMT, I was a bit nervous. Reminding myself that it was only natural to have a bit of nerves before encountering what I was about to encounter, I went in the middle of my room and sat on a chair, which allowed me to attain a reasonable level of comfort. I picked up the lighter and placed it underneath my pipe.

I vaporized a lot of the DMT in preparation for my first hit. I then went ahead and hit the pipe. Bam! It was a huge hit! I inhaled so much DMT smoke to where I was involuntarily forced to exhale rather quickly, for an enormous cough fought its way up my throat towards my mouth. For a while, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. However, I didn’t stop. I lit the pipe some more and, before I hit it, amazing geometric tracers rapidly began encompassing my room. I took the next hit which was rather small. I exhaled and resumed lighting the pipe. I wanted to make sure that I would smoke as much as I possibly could. This last light was to no avail. All of the DMT had already been vaporized to its fullest extent. I did not understand this then. At the time, I was having a very hard time attempting to light my pipe in order to ensure that I would smoke as much as I could. Before I knew it, I was gone.

All of the sudden, I began to hear an extremely loud ringing noise, which was most likely resembling the electron spin resonance occurring in my body. I shut my eyes, and I dropped the pipe on my lap. The lighter quickly followed suit. My head fell to the right onto my shoulder. I couldn’t move an inch. I was paralyzed. The ringing grew in tone ever louder and louder. Finally, it reached its maximum capacity, a ringing louder than anything I had ever heard in my life. Spontaneously, while the ringing was at its height, I was transported to a foreign, extraterrestrial like outer space continuum. Everything appeared very wispy and dark. I was capable of making out what was going on, but there wasn’t much light in the continuum. And then they came, the Self-Transforming Machine Elves! From all directions, they appeared around me. The entire time this was going on, I heard very odd banging noises. I remained a stationary observer. I did not move one inch. I thought that they were ignoring me at first. Perhaps, I thought, they weren’t even aware of my presence. I came upon this assumption a little too soon. Before I knew it, they started going through me, yes, through me. I first thought that they were “bumping” into me. Nonetheless, I remained stationary, and they continued going right through my body. It was as if I didn’t have a body, as if I was comprised of pure soul. It was at this point that I came to the conclusion that I did not have a body! Was I dead? Yes, I believed so.

The Self-Transforming Machine Elves didn’t go through all of my soul, but only portions of it. Together, combined, they might have surpassed through the entire surface area of it. Still, one by one, they kept on entering and leaving different portions of my soul. They did not appear to walk, but rather, they appeared to glide. It felt as if they were imbedding me with a certain type of perplexing information. They were changing me. As each one entered my soul, he or she implanted their own unique piece of data. With their powers combined, they were putting together the pieces of a puzzle within my soul. I couldn’t make out what the Elves intended this puzzle to convey. Eventually, the scene left me, and I opened up my eyelids. It felt as if not all of the pieces were put in place, that the puzzle was insufficiently complete when I left! I did, however, feel that they wanted me to come back another time, so they could finish what they began.

I still resumed the same position I was in prior to my eyes opening. Whether I could of voluntarily moved or not, I will never know. My head was still on my shoulder, and I perceived the scene horizontally. I was in a state of utter bliss. Along with everything else, I was simply a part of the universe. I was no more significant than the Lysol can, which rested on a piece of furniture nearby. I transcended all of the preconditioning contrived by culture. Simply, I existed. My Ego had dispersed for the time being. Eventually, bits and pieces of my Ego returned to my body, and the trip was over. My soul was back in place. I was reborn and transformed quite a bit. My mind was racing miles in seconds. When I came down, I felt like a lot more happened than what I could recall. I think this might have occurred because I smoked too much DMT. I recall reading that high doses of DMT can cause one to not remember all of the experience. To some extent, I believe that this is what happened to me. I stood up and resumed my life in a body. I was happy! I had broken through, resulting in my contact with the Self-Transforming Machine Elves.

 

Trip #5 – Non-Breakthrough

Attempting to get some work done, I was in a library. I was reading a book, zooming across lines, and then, all of the sudden, I could no longer concentrate. I tried forcing myself to read more and more, but it just wasn’t happening. I was feeling very energetic, energetic enough to jump off a bridge and soar across the Atlantic Ocean. An overwhelming rush of intense emotion surged throughout my body that I could not shove off. My head was spinning fast. I felt as if I wanted to run to a very far away place and never return to my place of origin. After contemplating for a second what was going on, I recognized the situation for what it was. I was being called back to another universe, and the Elves were the ones performing the calling. They wanted me to go back to their world that night. An invitation was at my disposal, and I knew that I could not refuse it. It would be disrespectful on my behalf to commit such an act. I knew that things could not wait, and therefore, I got into my car and drove back to my place.

I loaded some DMT into my pipe, kindly kicked out a friend, and locked up my room. I kept on a mild amount of light, so I could see the pipe and light it. I lade on my bed and braced myself for the experience. I sat Indian-styled in the middle of my bed and took two humongous rips. I untwisted my legs and fell flat on my back with my head landing directly on my pillow. I was relaxed and shut my eyes. Immediately, the ringing sensation appeared; it soon dissolved as an amazingly spectacular, psychedelic room came into my field of vision. I was there, in the all so familiar psychedelic domain, yet again, or at least, I thought I was. I thought I was familiar with this place, but I actually wasn’t. It was very similar to the psychedelic domain that I arrived at in prior trips, but it was a bit different. A different feeling it had, which differentiated it mainly from the other psychedelic domains I had previously been in. There was a very interesting air about the place. There wasn’t much light, and the vicinity was mainly encompassed by a glorious darkness. I started to explore its vastness. I turned around only to meet a very interesting elephant like individual hovering in midair. The elephant creature did not appear to be a life form. He more or so appeared to be a statue of some sort. I could not feel any energy or life surging from him, and therefore, I believed him to be some sort of a decoration. He was a nice addition to the room.

I continuously kept him in my vision. He was amazing and had a lot of arms encompassing his body. His arms were long and thick, appearing to have a lot of muscle within them. None of his arms were skinny, and they all were the same size; they all were in proportion. They fit his body well. They did not have the appearance of not belonging there. The elephant was not standing the way in which one would expect a regular elephant to normally stand, that is on all four legs. Rather, he was sitting while hovering in midair. Something was keeping him afloat, and something was keeping him balanced and sturdy. He had two legs that were both directed forward; next appeared his midsection with his high number of arms extending from both sides; finally, came his elephant like head with an average sized snout. His legs were big and rough. They were bigger than his arms and very thick. There was power in them. Before I knew it, I was taken out of the psychedelic castle and was staring open eyed at my ceiling. I got off my bed and loaded more DMT into my pipe.

 

Trip #6 – Non-Breakthrough

I loaded more DMT into my pipe. I hadn’t made contact with the Elves, and that was that which I was intending to perform. I got back up on top of my bed, sat Indian-styled yet again, and took a hit. I took a few more hits, and I then conked out while unfolding my legs and finding my pillow with my head. I watched the back of my eyelids, and I was back at where I had originally stopped off. I was in the psychedelic castle yet again. It was still night time; the ceilings, floors, and walls were all green and black. The colors were shifting while I was observing the vicinity. They were moving here, there, and everywhere. I could feel the penetration of energy that existed within that vortex. It was pushing off and bouncing into me during various intervals.

I knew that it was not enough. I was unable to go beyond the colors, unable to go beyond the castle. Nothing out of the ordinary met me while I was there. The state did not last for too long. I merely observed the room that I was in and the outstanding colors that were dancing to and fro. The colors had no space restriction. Their existing domain was immense, and due to its massive size, my eyes were unable to calculate the ends of the domain. The area that I was in was gigantic. I would look as far as I could, and I knew that there was much more space that existed that I couldn’t make out. The trip shortly ended, leaving me with an inclination to smoke more DMT. I hopped off of my bed, and I began to load more DMT into my pipe.

 

Trip #7 – *Breakthrough*

After finishing the loading process, I hopped back onto my bed, and once again, I resumed my Indian-styled position. I braced myself. I felt that I was going to make contact this time. I went ahead and heated the pipe and took a big hit. Another hit occurred, and after hearing the DMT noise, I was gone. I fell backwards, and my head hit my pillow somewhat ungracefully. I knew that I was going to break through, and indeed, break through I did. I was able to go beyond the colors this time. I saw them, and they didn’t stop me. I went right through the colors, the psychedelic castle. I felt a very great joy. I felt as if I had arrived at a place that I was striving to get to throughout my entire life. I was finally there. The foreign quality of it was utterly bizarre and amazing. I knew that my Ego was entirely gone, for I simply existed at this point in time and observed all.

The place I was at, or rather I should say was in, was outstanding. The greenish-black color scheme was predominant. I was moving around the place, and they were there all around me; they were everywhere, the Elves that is. The most amazing thing about their appearance this time is that they were self-transforming in the literal sense! They were transforming in front of my very own eyes! As my eyes moved from one to the other, before I could take in all of their bodily qualities, their physical form would actually change transmutationally! Their forms are going to be immensely hard to describe, not only because their forms surpass the ordinary use of language, but also because their forms were immensely hard for me to comprehend. At first, they had a small similarity in the body structure of a human. They were a lot skinnier than your average sized human. They had very long, skinny fingers and rather interesting ears. Ribs were able to be made out from their body. Suddenly, before I could take in any more of their features, their physical appearance rapidly transformed. They truly were Self-Transforming Machine Elves. They then transformed into something that we would ordinarily comprehend and interpret as being a book. It was very weird, indeed. I still could sense the life presence being sent to me from the book. It’s feeling of life vibrated from its pages unto myself, and I knew that these weren’t merely books. They were very much so alive, and what they once appeared to be, was still what they were. They had changed in an externally viewable nature, but definitely not in a mental sense. This showed me how diverse and knowledgeable they are. The Elves were externalizing their interior, a preposterously massive array of hyperdimensional, translinguistic, and esoteric wisdom.

They were trying to pass information onto me. I didn’t attempt to open up the Living Books. Should I have opened up the Living Books? I don’t think so, and I don’t regret my decision of letting them remain undisturbed. I didn’t need to open up their bodies in order to understand the information that was within them. The information surged from the Living Books into my body. I learned of the diversity and complexity that enraptures each and every one of us. No two people are the same. Our minds are very powerful and encompass much information. Our minds can get us out of holes that we might perceive as being too deep to get out of. We can practically do anything and now is the time to start doing everything. The Living Books were telling me that there are many pages in humanity, and that we will therefore find a solution to the problem at hand in the world, the environmental problem that is. What we need to do is to simply be creative. This was their gift to me. They are aware of the problem that accosts humanity and our planet. They want to save our world because, in doing so, they are saving life that is precious to them. The Elves are very loving of humanity. They treat our planet as if it was their own, and for that, we owe them much, and the least we can do is accept the knowledgeable advice before it is too late.

I was moving around the entire time this was happening. Either it was I that was moving, or it was the area I was at. Rotation was occurring constantly and never let up. Everything was spinning around like a spinning top. The Self-Transforming Machine Elves in their Alien and Book Life forms were moving around me. Eventually, as all good things must come to an end, this one did. My Ego gradually returned to me. It was absolutely amazing having it gone. Having it back is always a bit of a burden; however, it’s also a bit of a help in our world, for it is partially good to know your name! This was such a great experience. I wanted another. Therefore, I opened my eyes, got off of my bed, and began to load more DMT into my pipe!

 

Trip #8 – *Breakthrough*

I smoked a lot of DMT this time. Over and over again, I took some massive hits. I forced myself to smoke as much as I possibly could before I would physically be unable to smoke anymore. Eventually, I started to freeze up like water will into an ice cube, and I fell back onto my bed. I can not recall whether or not my Indian-style of crisscrossing my legs was abated or not. It felt as if it was, but then, it also felt as if it was not. I neither cared whether they were crisscrossed or not. The DMT noise greeted me, which was as shrill and loud as ever. I then shut my eyes and attended to watching the back of my eyelids. Immediately, just like the DMT, my Ego was vaporized, and I was being transported. My soul left my body, and it was in the traveling process. I then arrived in an amazing realm. It was almost similar to the realm in which we inhabit, yet not exactly. It had many of the similarities that our realm possesses; however, it also had many differences. This was a realm that was full of life just like our world, and yet, the life that inhabited this domain was definitely odd.

They were there, the Self-Transforming Machine Elves. A fair amount of them were present. They were all sitting comfortably on an odd form of furniture that was not really like a sofa. It was a weird piece of furniture that provided an extraterrestrial form of comfort. I could sense that they were aware of my presence. However, they did not turn their heads towards me. I knew what they wanted me to do. They wanted me to observe them, and their lifestyle, and so, after transforming myself into an anthropologist, observations were what I made of the situation. Rather than speaking in a verbal nature, they were communicating with each other with what appeared to be their thoughts. They were all sitting together like a couple of humans would do at an apartment. There wasn’t anything necessarily special or out of the ordinary going on. This was just a typical situation for this part of the day in their lives. They were holding council.

And then something extraordinary occurred. Beautiful sounds came into being that were so connective with every other sound that continuously kept on coming into being. I realized that this was the music that the Self-Transforming Machine Elves listen to. It was very blissful to my ears, even more blissful than Phish. However, it could have been more blissful than Phish simply because of where it was playing. The music fit and spelled out the world I was in, just as Phish makes sound that reflects the greatness which abides in our world. If I listened to their music in our world, I would probably like Phish more than it. The music was rich in harmony. The music was full of synchronicity, the kind that pokes out from all directions and angles. Everything was connected to simply everything. With the help of the music, I contrived the conclusion that there is no one right way to live. There are many ways to live life, including the human way and the Self-Transforming Machine Elf way, and there are also many subcategories of ways of life to lead inside of those two original categories. As long as a way of life works, it’s successful. I’m sure that there are other Elves who live different ways of lives. In fact, I know this is so, for I have witnessed it. The Elves all live the way of life that best suites them and their environment. The Elves, in their lifestyle, don’t only take into account themselves, but also the lives of others that live alongside them, the ones that don’t possess the capability of sufficiently voicing their opinion. We could learn a lot by following them in this manner.

The music was outstanding and very penetrating. Finally, it was growing faint, and with time, I was out of that universe and back into mine. The foreign aspect of what I had experienced was intense, but not to the max. Their way of life is very different than ours, and yet, it is also a bit similar. I respect them and their way of life, for they cared for all living things, and their way of life took other forms of life into consideration. Their way of life was not a selfish one, but a selfless one. Their lifestyle protected the environment, as well as themselves, and it works. Finally, my Ego came back into me. I felt completely rejuvenated and remained on my bed for quite some time, pondering about everything that I had experienced that night.

 

Trip #9 – Non-Breakthrough

I had decided to experiment a bit. I wanted to eat Psilocybin containing mushrooms and smoke DMT during the peak of the trip that the mushrooms would provide. I have heard interesting information concerning this combination. The chemical structure of DMT and Psilocin is almost exactly identical. Psilocin has just one oxygen atom that DMT lacks. Despite this slight chemical difference, the two of them, Psilocin and DMT, are remarkably similar. Also, the DMT experience is one that I found to be fairly similar to the psychedelic mushroom experience. DMT, I think, is a bit like an extremely maximized mushroom trip. Still, the psychedelic mushroom can not even compare to DMT, nor can anything else for that matter. However, the Psilocybin experience is the one that is most similar to the DMT experience. The two trips have the same feeling, if you know what I mean. They both flow as if they were the same kind of fluid. They both have a fresh scent and a similar taste. The two experiences truly have a familial relationship.

I went ahead and made some tea from one gram of Psilocybe Cubensis Cambodians. I drank it down and, for the fun of it, ate the soggy, left-over mushrooms. Thanks to the tea, the mushroom trip kicked in quite fast. I decided to wait during the peak of the trip to smoke the DMT, and so, I did just that. I went ahead and loaded my bowl, allowed a faint light to remain on, and climbed on top of my bed. I sat in the middle of my bed and began to vaporize the DMT. It took around three hits for the DMT to be gone. I lied back on my bed, and immediately, I knew that it wasn’t going to be enough to get me where I wanted to go. Sometimes you’ll get there, and sometimes you won’t. You can always usually tell right after smoking the DMT. A peculiar feeling it instantaneously brings about, the DMT Breakthrough. Thanks to this signifying sensuality, you are always capable of knowing whether you will be greeting the Elves or not.

The DMT noise greeted me, blaring louder than ever. Rapidly, visuals greeted me. As I immersed myself into the DMT visuals, I was having a spectacular time. However, I knew that I wasn’t going to get far, not even a mile. I knew that my soul was going to remain stationary in my body. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed what was going on, for I had accepted it, and therefore, I loved it. The geometric patterns encompassed my field of vision. The greens and the blues were everywhere. They twinkled here and there, as I was staring wildly around in the vicinity. It was a beautiful vortex to be held in. The colors were doing a dance to and fro. Before I knew it, the DMT experience had ended, and I was left in my mushroom trance.

 

Trip #10 – *Breakthrough*

I had not gotten to the place where I wanted to get to during my previous DMT trip. Therefore, I decided to smoke DMT once again. This time I loaded a larger bowl. The setting was left alone to how it was during the previous trip. The dim light was still on, and the Psilocybin mushroom trip, as well, was still on. I took the pipe and went back up on my bed. I vaporized the DMT, took a hit, and Bam! It hit me ever so hard. As I forced the smoke down them, my lungs were screaming in protest. I was able to take two more hits before it hit me, that hideous, impenetrable force! It completely knocked me out. An invisible punch caught me square in my midsection, coercing me to lie down on the back of my bed. I couldn’t move an inch of my body. My limbs were locked in the position that they were in upon making contact with my bed. My eyelids were shut, and I was watching the back of them.

The DMT noise was absolutely blaring, getting louder and louder. It was a shrill ringing that grew with age. The pitch slowly started at the bottom of its mountain, and eventually, it climbed all the way to the top. An odd feeling was surpassing through my body. I was aware of the fact that my body was making extremely weird, involuntary movements. In my past, I have had the displeasure of watching people, victims of odd psychedelic combinations, have numerous seizures. I was always frightened whenever a person had a seizure in my presence. It appeared more so to me that the person was being possessed by a demon, and so, my outlook upon seizures was not a very positive one, indeed. At first, I thought that I was having a seizure. However, I was clearly conscious of this thought, and therefore, at the time, I realized that I surely could not be having a seizure. My chest was jumping and popping up and down. I could not restrain this bodily movement. My body did this for around five times.

I came to the conclusion as to what was going on. My soul was attempting to escape and flee from its temporary house in order to embark upon an expedition. Eventually, it did just this. I was gone. At around this time, the DMT noise had subsided, and I appeared in a world that was strikingly familiar to me, but also all too alien. It was the world that I made it to during my seventh DMT adventure. I was right back over there. In the general sense, everything was the same. The Self-Transforming Machine Elves were present. They were once again transforming before my eyes in the literal sense. Before I could observe them more carefully, I was taken away by a bright white flash and the great ringing of the DMT noise. I was traveling to another world. My soul was traveling at a very rapid paste. I flew millions and millions of miles in a second!       

The feeling of soul travel was amazing. Literally, I was traveling faster than the speed of light. The experience was climbing to the tip of the ladder. It was being heightened and elevated. I was climbing towards the top of the bean stock. The bright white flash dissolved as something so very foreign and strange appeared before my eyes. None of my psychedelic experiences, not even my previous DMT trips, could even remotely compare to what was going on right then and there before me. I was feeling so amazed, so stunned. I was at the top of a massive alien factory. There were many Self-Transforming Machine Elves below me, going about their business. I was hovering at the top of their factory, and slowly, I began to descend. I was twisting, turning, and ever so harmoniously swirling downwards unto them. The factory was comprised of green and black shifting hues. I was floating so beautifully in the colors. The colors engulfed my soul, and they felt very good. The Elves were green and black, and they were immensely tall. They far surpassed my size. As I descended a bit more, I realized that what was below me was a bit like a massive maze. There were many walls here and there. With their walls surrounding themselves, the Elves were moving around. Finally, I reached the ground level.

I was in the direct presence of the Elves now. A particularly large Elf passed right by me. They then began to speak to me, not in a verbal manner how you and I communicate, but in a non-verbal, telepathic type of nature. This is how they communicate with each other on a regular basis. The funny thing was, was the fact that they knew I was tripping on mushrooms. In fact, it turns out that they are promoters of the mushroom. After I smoke DMT and completely break through, I am not tripping. The DMT doesn’t actually enhance you in the sense that Psilocybin mushrooms or LSD does. Rather, it is like an airplane. It’s simply a form of transportation. It takes you to an extremely far away place. In this sense, it is completely different than an ordinary psychedelic, such as psilocybin mushrooms or LSD. Therefore, when I am induced in the DMT experience I do not feel as if I am on a psychedelic or a drug. Once I have been transported to another microcosm, I am not truly on anything. I am simply there in a sober sense. I am experiencing the world just how a human is to experience it. My interpretation is based upon the sensory data that I receive when I am in a non-altered state of mind. However, since I had ingested mushrooms prior to this, I was on something this time, and the Elves knew it. They said to me, “That will not get you here, but this will.” “That” was referring to the Psilocybin mushrooms, and “this” was referring to the DMT. It seemed to humor them that I was on mushrooms. It was almost as if they were happy that I had come to them in this condition. They told me that mushrooms are very good to eat. They support the use of psychedelic mushrooms. I do, as a matter of fact, wonder if they are the senders of the psychedelic mushroom. I wonder if they are the ones who so graciously gave the psychedelic mushroom to humanity. Perhaps, this is their gift to us. This is their way of helping us evolve.

At this point, things were so ridiculously bizarre, weird, foreign, and odd to where I was just downright excited and scared at the same time. It is extremely difficult for me to describe what the world that I was in was like. The confines of language restrict me from expressing what it truly was. It was immense, had colors of green and black, was maze-like, and had many Self-Transforming Machine Elves inhabiting it. It was a miraculous extraterrestrial, super-structure that only the most intelligent can contrive. It was so vast and immense, and yet, it was all in correct proportion. It had a very smooth texture to it. After some time, the Elves telepathically reassured me that everything would be alright. Suddenly, I was traveling back to my world. Once again, I got the feeling of traveling faster than the speed of light. I felt as if I had used a Portkey to transport myself back into the human dimension.      

My eyelids opened themselves. My Ego Loss was still occurring. Only the universe transition had bypassed. The Ego Loss was still very present. I had absolutely no idea as to who I was, where I was, and what I was doing. It took quite a long time for me to get myself back. My Ego was reconstructing itself. Finally, after quite a long duration, I was feeling perfectly normal. Well, actually, not really! It felt as if my life had just done a three-sixty. Actually, it felt as if my life had done a seven-twenty. Everything in the ordinary world now felt so utterly strange and foreign to me. I could not just believe what I had experienced. This just totally changed me yet again for good. I would have never expected in a million years that what I had just experienced was even possible. It was just so unbelievable; however, it, too, was so believable. I felt glorified. I began to think at a fast rate. There was no way that what I had just experienced was psychedelic. This experience had clearly gone beyond the psychedelic.

 

Trip #11 – Non-Breakthrough

I went ahead and loaded a mediocre sized bowl of DMT into my pipe. I turned off the lights and performed all of the necessary procedures in order to ensure that I would have the perfect setting. I went on top of my bed and began to vaporize the DMT. I finished the DMT in two hits, fell back upon my pillow, and shut my eyes. I pretty much knew in about five seconds that I was not going to venture very far in this trip. Nevertheless, I explored as much as I could.
Some very interesting geometric visuals greeted my sight. There were greens and blacks moving about sporadically. I watched as the colors danced in my view. My Ego was still attached to myself and wasn’t going to leave. This, I was aware of. The glue would not give. Yet, I enjoyed the small scaled experience. I decided to open my eyes for the remainder of the trip. My entire room was encompassed by remarkable tracers, which were twinkling away ever so beautifully. It’s always interesting to check out what things are like with opened eyes. One does seem to get into the harmonious habit of watching the back of his eyelids all the time.         

An eyelid watcher should always, every once in a while, open up the eyes and stare into hyperspace. Usually, when one does this, especially while on DMT, no difference will be observed. Most of the time, the psychedelic explorer will see the same manifestation that she is attuned to prior to the eye opening. However, when the trip is not too intense, and the Ego not too lost, the opening of the eyelids can make a difference. I rejoiced in the decision I made. It was definitely worth opening my eyes. I had a miraculous show going on before me in my bedroom. Lights were dancing around energetically all over my room. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and this one, after some time, did just that.

 

Trip #12 – Non-Breakthrough

I loaded a fair sized bowl of DMT into my pipe, got my room as dark as I could, and hopped on top of my bed. I was ready to be an explorer once again. I took three hits, and I really felt them. My lungs were howling in protest. I shut my eyes and laid my head on the back of my pillow, while venturing forth into the ocean. Immediately, the DMT visuals greeted me, and I greeted them back. There were colors of green, black, and blue all moving around. They weren’t stationary one bit, but kept on dancing enthusiastically to and fro.

Suddenly, they all became conjoined into one massive conglomeration of energy. The electrical ball of power ended up bursting asunder; it was as if an atomic bomb had gone off. There were some stars after the explosion, which eventually subsided only to reveal the Lines. Lines were everywhere, being connected and attached to a finite globe. They were moving and swaying all over the place at an immensely rapid paste. The Lines looked like the tentacles of a jellyfish. They were beautiful. The Lines never separated from the globe that connected all of them in the center. They kept on swaying in Outer Space. Stars, right by the Lines, twinkled as the Lines coiled. The Lines moved as if they were alive. They moved with an agility that closely matched that of a snake. It was almost as if they were slithering throughout the spacious air around them.

Rapidly, the Lines began to pick up their paste. They were now moving faster than ever before, and their speed did nothing more than increase by a tenfold. They kept on moving faster and faster. They were running a race. The agility of the Lines now far outstripped that of a snake’s. A snake’s agility could not even come close to matching the agility of the Lines, for the Lines were evolving quickly. They were growing now as well, growing as if they had been fed magical vegetation by intergalactic gardeners. All of the sudden, the Lines stopped growing. They were at a certain point, and they could go on no further. There was no way forward, and therefore, the only trail they could take was the one that went backwards. The Lines began to diminish in size. They were shrinking. I was going back in time. Someone had begun to twist the clock hand backwards. I was watching a reversal of the evolution of the Lines. They were becoming young again. Their old age was once there, but not anymore. The Lines became smaller and smaller. Eventually, the lines dissipated entirely, and I came out of the trip.

 

Trip #13 – *Breakthrough*    

I loaded a very large bowl of DMT. My room was almost completely dark. I got up on top of my bed, sat Indian-styled, and took my first hit, a massive one. I took two more hits; both were fairly large. My lungs were dead, my throat was scorching, and my eyes were leaking like holes in a hose. I was pushed backwards upon my bed by an invisible force. It felt as if I was knocked down literally by a freight train. My eyes were shut, and involuntarily, I attended to watch the back of my eyelids. My goodness! The visuals came on at an extremely fast rate. Before I knew it, I was submerged within them. I was spinning at a rapid paste throughout the visuals. I was touching and feeling them, and they definitely felt comforting. They had a very smooth texture to them. Eventually, after all of the spinning and turning subsided, I was there, a place comprised of life, extraterrestrial life.

There were many Self-Transforming Machine Elves, and they were forming a ring around me, moving ever so closer and closer towards me. They kept on coming forward. They weren’t attempting to harm me what so ever; I’m pretty sure about that. I didn’t feel the presence of a threat. I could feel their energy, and it was one of a positive nature. The Elves possessed good vibes. I believe that the Elves were trying to touch me, to feel what was inside of me. They wanted to know what I was made of, as I am made of something completely different than they are. They were highly interested in the biological makeup that is present within me. The Elves are capable of comprehending the anatomical differences between one species and another. They are most definitely aware of the presence of individuals who possess variously different kinds of building blocks. They can tell when somebody is not of their kind. They can easily differentiate between a human and an Elf. The Elves are completely foreign to me, just as I am completely foreign to them. I had the feeling, upon meeting them, that they were immensely complex creatures. A task that would take an enormously long duration, understanding what the Elves are made of, is like trying to comprehend what the world is made of. Therefore, I was able to comprehend what they were going through. They were interested in the material that makes me, me. They wanted to understand the magical life force that abides inside of me. For me, my life force is all so terrestrial. For them, my life force is as extraterrestrial as their life force is to me. 

They kept on coming closer and closer. There were no openings in the ring that the Elves made up. I was alone in the center of the ring, awaiting their approach. The last thing I remember was them pulling closer together and outstretching their limbs towards me. I then suffered a great forgetting. I couldn’t remember what else happened when I was in that universe. I had some sort of amnesia. Everything after the ring is a blur to me. However, I have an overwhelming feeling that whatever happened to me in that time period that I am, most unfortunately, forgetful of was something so very great and beautiful. An electrical chill was surging up and down my spine and throughout my body when I was aware once more. I think that somehow, someway, the Elves altered me yet again, switched around my psychological and physiological components that are inside of me. The feeling that I went through something that was very powerful and very real was made manifest inside of me. I’m not mad or angry that I can’t remember what happened. Perhaps it’s for the betterment of me to not know what happened. All I do know is that what actually did happen to me was something comprised of tremendous potency.

 

Trip #14 – *Breakthrough*

I loaded a fair sized bowl of DMT into my pipe. My room was dark, very dark. I went on top of my bed, positioned myself properly, and began to vaporize the DMT. At first, I took a very large hit, which I followed up with another large hit. I then finished things off with a tiny hit. My eyes closed by themselves, and I was pushed over by that all so familiar invisible force. I was lying motionless on my bed. Instantly, visuals came upon me. I was traveling through various dimensional realms of reality. I was up in the air, swirling around. My Ego was ripped from me before I made it to the last realm. My legs and my arms were moving about here and there, and my eyes were taking in everything as everything was constantly moving around itself. Psychedelic patterns that harbored data were constantly changing directions. At one point, the data was moving from left to right, and then, at another point, the data was moving from right to left. At another point, the data was moving from north to south, and then, almost instantly, it began to move from south to north. At this time, I was able to penetrate this dimension, and I finally made it to my destination.      

I was in a realm comprised of thousands and thousands of extraterrestrial forms of life. There were conglomerates of green, black, and blue energy swishing around and about. I delighted in the glorious supernatural realm of reality. The Elves were bustling about all over the place. There were very many of them passing me to my right and left. There were some that were looking in my direction, and there were some communing with their fellow Elves. It was obvious that a time of celebration had arisen. The Elves were all happy, and they eventually began to dance. We were all one over there. I think that they were happy because I was there, and perhaps this was the cause of their celebration. I had arrived safe and sound into their dimension. They checked me over a little bit when I arrived, and then, they began the festivities. Right after the Elves began dancing, a miraculous music came into being. The music was extraterrestrial to the extreme. Sounds that I had never heard before, and therefore never knew had existed, greeted my ears, and I rejoiced, for I was having a great time. The music was so tranquil and peaceful, just like the movements of the bodies of the Elves. A particularly large Elf to my left began to dance a lot differently than the other ones around him. He was standing up to his fullest height. He had a blackness of feathers lining the top of his head that extended down his neck. He began to move in one of the most sporadic ways. Shaking his head up and down numerous times, he only allowed me to view him from one side. He was signaling me to dance.     

I, myself, began to dance a little bit. I was attempting to copy the dance of the Elves. My soul was flowing to the music. The music was like a river, and I was a canoe going downstream. Every little thing was connecting. There were no breaks in the chain. All of the links were together. The Elves were dancing to their extraterrestrial like music, and I, alongside with them, was dancing as well. The festival of all festivals was going on right now, and not only was I in attendance, but I was a special guest of honor, for the Elves had accepted me in their festival, and I was just an outsider. Their world was foreign to me. They did not ask questions or derive false conclusions, but rather, they gave me the opportunity of conversing with them. The dance was a form of communication. Just as humans typically converse with spoken words, these specific Elves were conversing with the movements of their body. Dancing is their language, and I was partaking in it. I was attempting to learn their language. I was a bit like a child attempting to learn the language of English. However, I was able to pick up this language a lot quicker. Due to being in their world, the process of learning is lessened by a tremendous amount of time. The duration is of a short nature. One learns quickly, not only from observational learning, but also through diving into the pool of the Oversoul that is very present in that realm. The knowledge rapidly comes onto one’s self. Once obtained, communication is made possible.

I knew that the time had come. I was about to leave their realm of reality and sojourn back into my own. As my soul was finding its way back into my body, their world was slowly dissipating in a swirl of colors. My soul was searching, and eventually, it made contact with my body. My eyes opened, and I was back into my ordinary realm of reality. My Ego slowly and steadily came back. I love it when it’s gone, but the process of feeling it come back feels so interesting to where I actually look forward to its return. After some time, I though to myself that DMT will never fail to amaze me.

 

Trip #15 – *Breakthrough*

I loaded a bowl of DMT that was sufficiently large enough to get me there. I went atop my bed and sat like an Indian. My room was as dark as it can get. I took a very large hit, which I followed with another enormous hit. This was followed by a mediocre hit. The invisible force caught me right in my midsection and knocked me down. The DMT noise was blaring. I was laying spread eagled on my bed with my eyes closed. As I was watching the back of my eyelids, visuals immediately came into being. The beautiful visuals began to grow. Eventually, they became one fairly large immense size and engulfed me. The engulfing sensation felt as if I was being spurred forward into intergalactic realms at an extremely rapid paste. A blinding power was pulling me into another region. It felt great. I could feel the wind pass through me.

Finally, I was at the place. I was falling down towards the center of an abode. I was as flat as a pancake, and I was spinning around as I was descending. I was completely horizontally positioned in relation to the bottom of the area that I was making my way towards. In this horizontal position, I kept on spinning. My face was looking towards the bottom of the abyss. It took quite some time for me to make it all the way down there. The scenery was encompassed by a massive black. Everything was very dark. Neon colors were present, along with some blues. All of the colors, however, were of darker hues. Finally, I reached the bottom. I was vertical in proportion to the bottom for a fraction of a second, and then, I fell back. I crumbled over and perished. I knew I was dead. There wasn’t a single thought in my mind that supported my life. I was dead, shrunken in the abyss.

I shifted a little bit, and all of the sudden, I could make out Elves; they were encircling me. They were a little bit away from me at first. I could tell that there were many Elves present. They weren’t too far away from me, and they weren’t too close to me. There was some spacious distance between us at first. There were gaps in the circle of the Elves. They were uniformly right by each others side. After some time, the Elves began to move in towards me. They moved at a slow paste. They were all around me. They were behind me and in front of me. There were many at both of my sides. They kept on coming closer and closer towards me. The gaps that were present at first in their circle began to fill in. Eventually, a point came to where there were no more gaps. The Elves were right up by me. They weren’t actually touching me, but if they would have moved just a tiny bit, they would have been. They were so close to me. I could feel their presence. They started sending out vibrations of energy from themselves into me. They were giving me a present, and gratefully, I accepted it. The Elves were pouring some of themselves into me. Indeed, they were transferring some of their energetic life fluid into me. They were feeding me, and the food tasted good. The food, of course, was the food of life. They were giving me strength back, not normal human strength, but extraterrestrial like strength that had once been foreign to me.

The Self-Transforming Machine Elves were resurrecting me from the dead. They gave me some of the chemical makeup that was inside of them. They gave me life back. I could feel the energy entering into my body. It felt very tranquil, interesting, and foreign, for I had not ever felt anything like it before. After transferring a bit of themselves into me, the Elves were spent. There was an Elf that was right in front of me. He appeared to be the leader. He said for me to open up my eyes, and I did just what he told me to do. My eyes were opened, and I was back in my room staring at some of the most beautiful visuals in the world. I was so happy. I felt fresh and brand new like I had just been reborn. New life was in me. I knew it, and I loved it! I was whole again. At the time, I was not aware that I was, as a matter of fact, crying. Rivers were coming out of my eyes. Eventually, I felt the tears of glory streaming down my cheeks and smiled in response. I had risen from the dead.

Trip #16 – *Breakthrough*

My past DMT experiences, almost all of them, have occurred during the night. During my past voyages, the sun was in hibernation, while the moon was not. For a while, I had been pondering if a change in day time would affect the DMT experience, and so, eventually, natural curiosity evolved itself into actual experimentation. I decided to smoke DMT an hour prior to the sun setting. I had just gotten back from an exercising session in which I tested my physical endurance. While feeling a bit put out from the exercise, I drove back to my house. Once I got there, I knew that today was the day. In the past few days, the time had been drawing near, and now, it was at hand. I could feel it, the DMT. I was being called. I arrived at my house, loaded a fairly large bowl of DMT into my pipe, and ensued in procuring the proper setting. I allowed no forms of artificial lighting to shine forth into my room. My room was lit up purely by the last few rays that the sun put off that day. The rays were dancing in my room, and everything was set.

My pipe and I jumped on top of my bed. I positioned myself in the center of my bed, so after smoking the DMT, I would fall back, being in proportion with that of my bed. Due to having absolutely excellent conditions the past few days, I had been exercising much. I was a bit tired from the prolonged activity, and my breathing was a bit skewed. My throat was a bit tired, and my lungs were, too. Well, I began vaporizing the DMT. I took one massive hit and coughed it up. My lungs weren’t feeling all too great. I took another big hit, and, alas, I took one more. Now, I was really feeling it. My lungs were scorching, and my eyes were watering. I fell back on my bed and shut my eyes. Almost instantly, I knew I was going to travel far in this experience, and therefore, I braced myself. The visuals came on very rapidly. Staring at them in awe I was, until I simultaneously broke through them. At a rapid paste, my soul was traveling. I was venturing forth into another world. I was spinning around for a bit, and then, I was finally there.

On a foreign bed, I was lying, and all around me, there was a multitude of Self-Transforming Machine Elves. I was in an extraterrestrial hospital. The Elves were the doctors, and I assumed the role of the patient. The bed I was lying on had a distinctly odd feeling, as if it had been designed just for me. There were so many Elves, an innumerable amount. Due to their populous arrangement, I couldn’t count how many there were. They were all around my bed, staring directly down at me. They were toweringly tall, indeed. The hospital was green and black and was of enormous space. The ceiling was very high up. At this moment, my attempt to move led to no avail. My soul was strapped down by invisible reins. I was paralyzed and very vulnerable. I felt a chill shudder down my spine, as I quickly grew accustomed to my immobility. I was slightly worried, but also, in the back of my mind, I knew that the Elves were my friends and would not hurt me, or so, I hoped. All of the sudden, the Elves began to stir.

The Self-Transforming Machine Elves began to dissect me! With their bare hands, they engaged in the process. I was shocked, stunned, perplexed. This was the last thing that I expected. With their hands, they reached inside of me and pulled out the makeup of my soul. Surprisingly enough, I felt no pain. This I was glad of, for I expected the dissection to be one of intolerable pain. Perhaps I was given anesthesia, but I don’t think so. I believe that the soul can not sustain pain, for only their vessels, our bodies, calculate and take into accordance that of pain. Thus, I was being dissected and felt not the slightest hurt. The Elves were fast at work. They were digging into my soul and feeling all around. They dug deep and reached parts of my soul that I thought were non-existent. It was as if they were on a hunt to find buried treasure. The Elves, I could tell, were skilled at the soul dissection procedure. They did not hesitate in any of their movements and proved to me that they obviously knew well the anatomy of the human soul. Throughout the surgery, there were many Elves in the background that were watching and observing the process. They were in class, and the lesson of today was that of learning how to dissect a human soul. In their head, they took notes about what was going on. They were a bit like interns learning a medical procedure. Time was wearing away, and the Elves made note of this. Quickly and efficiently, they placed all of the dissected material of my soul back into me. Stitches were of no use here. The Elves rubbed their hands together. Smoothly, they then rubbed their hands all over my soul. This healing method reconfigured my internal soul apparatus.

Before I knew it, I was traveling back to my world at top speed. My soul was back together in one piece. At a rapid paste, I past through realms of colors until I made it safely back to my domain. My eyes opened up, and I was absolutely amazed at what had just bypassed. I was staring around my room with the post drawn DMT experience. My ceiling was morphing into various shapes at will, while visuals danced all over my walls. I was extremely aghast about what had just occurred. In this state of mind, I lied for some time. Trying to take it all in, I was utterly flabbergasted. Slowly, my Ego crept back into place. Eventually, the experience merged with my everyday world. I decided to smoke DMT one more time that day.

 

Trip #17 – Non-Breakthrough

Well, I was quite shaken in response to my last experience. Nothing could have or would have prepared me for it. It just goes to show one that DMT will never fail to surprise you. I was feeling so awkward from my last trip, so I decided to smoke more DMT. I loaded a fairly large sized bowl of DMT. I permitted the setting to remain the same way it was during my prior trip. The last few remaining rays of sunlight were pulsating into my room. I got back up on top of my bed and positioned myself appropriately. At this point, my lungs were feeling absolutely horrible. All of the exercise I had done the past couple of days combined with three large inhalations of DMT made my lungs ache severely. Yet, I still felt like I’d give the trip a go. After the experience I just had, I felt, for some reason, that this was the right thing to do. Therefore, I brought a bottle of water with me on top of my bed, so I could sip it in between hits. I vaporized the DMT and took my first hit. Ouch! It stung. Without taking a sip of my water, I took another two hits. I was unable to make the DMT go deep down into my lungs, for I was forced to cough it back up almost instantly after the inhalation. My lungs were just that sore. I took a quick sip of my water and lied down.

I knew I wasn’t going to get far at all during this experience. My lungs were the victor, while my soul was the gallant loser. Due to my fragile throat, I was unable to get the smoke deep down into my lungs. This incapacity restricted me from experiencing the full experience. As soon as I finished with my last hit, I knew the trip wasn’t going to be much, and therefore, I decided to keep my eyelids open throughout the entire duration of the experience. Almost immediately, visuals grew off of my walls. Red circles were encompassing all of my room. They remained stationary for some time, and I simply observed them. My Ego wasn’t going anywhere. However, the DMT placed me in the proper mindset that I needed at the time. As I stared at the red circles all over my room and the swaying of objects in my field of vision, I reflected upon my past experience. The state of mind I was in right now allowed me to comfortably think in peace about my last DMT trip. For some reason, I wasn’t boggled by the experience anymore. I simply understood. As if I were using brain shampoo, my mind was made clear. I knew that what one might perceive as being abnormal, I perceive as being normal, and that was just what my last experience was: completely normal.

 

Trip #18 – *Breakthrough*

Well, I’m a bit preoccupied concerning exactly where to begin. Last night, I had a life changing experience, the trip of a life time, the best voyage one can ever have. At first, I took one hundred micrograms of LSD. I then went about making some mushroom tea. I made the tea from two dried grams of Psilocybe Cubensis B+ mushrooms. I waited a little while for the LSD to kick in, which was about an hour, give or take a couple of minutes, and then, I drank down the tea I had made. I was feeling quite witty, like I normally do from a small dosage of LSD. It took around fifteen minutes or so for the mushrooms to kick in. The room that I was able to procure for the night’s trip was absolutely spectacular. It was a single room with absolutely nothing at all on the walls. Unfortunately, the entire room was painted white, and I would have rather had it painted black, but I’m not complaining. It was perfect because it felt like an empty cell, an isolation chamber. Nobody was going to get in. The door was locked, and I was the only one who had a key. The emptiness of the room marked the aspect that very little cultural manifestations were in it, making it the most excellent place to trip. Only a bed and very few pieces of various kinds of furniture were in the room.

The combination of the LSD and the mushrooms resulted in an excellent blend. The mushrooms exerted more of a force upon me than the acid, for I had taken more of a higher dose of mushrooms, than I did acid. However, the acid effect was very much present. As I lied down on my bed, I stared with my open eyes into the vast blackness that engulfed me. Slowly, the blackness began morphing into miraculous visuals that kept on transforming into more spectacular tracers. The emotions that were going through me were of tremendous size. I was thinking of this, and I was thinking of that. I knew that I was going to smoke DMT numerous times that night. I was going to start off my first DMT trip in just a little bit. As I lied down in utter bliss, I had a Phish show playing in my room. The music moved me, elevating me to a higher level. I was waiting for the DMT to call me. I waited, and I waited, and I waited for a sign to come. When my Phish show magically turned off out of its own accord, I knew that the time had come. The show was not over. The first set hadn’t even come to an end, and yet, somehow, someway, the music had stopped. It was odd, but I had expected something of that nature to occur. I got out of my bed and went strait to find my DMT. I got out my pipe, and, as I examined it carefully, I noticed beautiful little visions all over the bowl that was made by the DMT resin. It was at this moment that I felt a great warmth surge through my body and towards my pipe, for it had been through much with me, and I had been through much with it. I opened up my DMT vial and carefully loaded a bowl.

I turned the lights back off, and I carefully got back on top of my bed. I got in the correct position I needed to be in, and as usual, I resumed sitting Indian-styled. The state of mind I was in right now was amazing. The mushrooms and the acid were ready to enter into another world, for they had combined to produce a synergistic continuity. They were ready to exert their influence upon me while in the confines of a totally different dimension. I vaporized the DMT and took three hits back to back. As usual, my lungs felt a bit sore, but not that sore.

Immediately, I was greeted by the DMT noise, and I new that I was going to go far. I watched the back of my eyelids, as an astounding spectacle of color appeared to me. Before I knew it, I left my Ego behind in the color, as I went through it. I had bypassed the color now, and I was traveling to another world. Eventually, I made it to an Elf household. As I observed my greenish black surrounding, a mother Elf came into view, and she was moving about into another bedroom, so in pursuit, I followed. In it was her child, her son. She was attending to the needs of him, for she was a good mother. I could tell that this boy Elf had just recently been born. The mother Elf had just given birth to her son Elf, and he needed special care and attention, just like any new born baby needs in our world. What exactly she was doing to him, I couldn’t really understand in specific. However, I did understand what she was doing in general. Enculturation was taking place. The mother Elf was passing on the baby Elf her wisdom. She assumed the role of the teacher. At this moment, I searched around the house for the father, and then, I realized that he was absent. This was a matrifocal household. The baby was going to be strictly raised by his mother. My heart went out to the mother, for I thought that she was struggling, but then, I came to the conclusion that she wasn’t. She was efficiently taking care of her son and herself. They both had a very nice house, and it appeared that they were living good lives. I got a feeling that their intelligence far surpassed that of my own and every other human’s for that matter. I could feel the mother’s aura, and it was of enormous power. Even the little Elf’s aura had a lot of power to it.

I could see the motherly love that is so typical in our culture. The mother Elf absolutely loved her son. She gave off the impression to me that she would do anything for her son, even give up her life. Inside of her son was part of herself, and she could recognize it. She knew that the life inside of her son was the life inside of herself. She had a strong bond with him. She was his care taker and his teacher. Perhaps, when he reached a certain age, and his mother another, the role of care taker will be flip flopped. However, his mother will always remain his teacher.

Suddenly, I was taken back to my own world. Their house was slowly dissipating and, before I knew it, I had opened up my eyes and looked at something completely unfamiliar, my room. My Ego was still gone, and it wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon. I had left it in the color, and I didn’t retrieve it. Prior to the DMT experience, my Ego was still clinging on to me, but just barely. The DMT broke it up and down. It did for me just what I needed it to do, and so, even after the main effects of the DMT, I was still having an Ego Loss. The DMT opened up the door. It transformed my trip that night into an Ego loss for a large majority of the time. Anyways, the visuals that were in my room at the time were out of this world. They were insane! They were looking at me up close and personal. I laid in this state for quite some time reminiscing on what had just occurred.

 

Trip #19 – *Breakthrough*

After quite some time, I got out of my bed and stood up. My Ego was still lost, and I was in the perfect state of mind. Taking in the facility, I moved around a bit in my room. I wanted to stretch my legs and feel the floor. I then went and lade back down on my bed for a little while. The trip was absolutely excellent right now. The DMT had such a tremendous influence upon the mushrooms and the acid. It altered the trip quite a bit for the better. Eventually, I decided to smoke DMT again that night, and so, I did just that. I got my DMT and loaded another bowl into my pipe. I went back up on top of my bed, and once again, I sat Indian-styled. I then hit the pipe numerous times, and after my last hit, I knew that I was going to get off. My lungs were not feeling all too well. My chest was burning some. I did the best I could to ignore the pain and shut my eyes. Instantly, I was staring at the color field once again, and then, I shot right through it. I was traveling beyond the psychedelic to another dimension.

Whatever I went through, whatever I experienced, whatever I encountered, and whatever I saw was something so powerful, so tremendous, and so overwhelming. It made me tremble and rattle, freeze and melt, and roll over while squirming. The very tips of my fingers and toes went numb, while their blood flow was cut off. Whether I am unconsciously hiding from myself what occurred to me, or whether I quite simply forgot, or whether absolutely nothing happened to me, I am not sure. However, as you have guessed, unfortunately, I can not recall the experience. Alas, I forgot! I remember the colors accosting me, and me going through them. The next thing I recall is opening up my eyes and seeing beautiful visuals. Also, I was crying, not profusely, but there were some tears that were sliding down both of my cheeks. Whether they were tears of pain, tears of joy, or tears of fear, I do not know, but they were there. When my eyes opened, I was stunned. I was laying on my bed, my eyes wide open, trying to figure out what just happened, and I just couldn’t. I was wracking my brain for the memory, and it simply just was not there. I was very surprised. This had never happened to me before. However, I did suffer some amnesia, only a little bit though, in one of my prior DMT trips. Yet, it was no where near as extensive as the amnesia was in this trip.

I did have memory of some feelings, however. My recollection of the event is only comprised of just that, feelings. I do believe that I did come into touch with the Self-Transforming Machine Elves. I feel comfortable in saying that there was definitely some contact. Beyond this, I’m not at all too certain about what happened, but I’ve postulated some ideas. I think that the Elves might have made me forget what happened on purpose. The reasoning behind this theory is a hard one to discover. I think that perhaps something horrifying happened to me, something that wasn’t planned by the Elves. This then could have resulted in me becoming utterly terrified, which led to the shedding of tears, for after all, when I came down, I was crying. In order to protect me from becoming shocked permanently, the Elves decided to erase the memory from my mind. There’s not a doubt in my mind that they do not have the power to do this, for I have felt the strength of their power before, and, indeed, it is very strong. Eventually, all of this resulted in the great forgetting. I wish I could remember what happened, but maybe it’s better if the event remains blind to my eyes.

 

Trip #20 – *Breakthrough*

Well, I decided that I would smoke DMT just one more time that night. A part of me felt like I was pushing it, but also, I knew that I still had some barriers that I needed to overcome. I felt like my body and soul could handle one more DMT trip, but definitely not another one after that. I was determined that this would be the last DMT trip for that night, and so, I set off with a stern face. After lying in my bed for quite some time, I finally got up. I loaded a bowl of DMT into my pipe, and I got back up on top of my bed. Calmly, I gathered the pieces of myself back together. I braced myself for this trip, for I had the feeling that some barrier breaking was going to occur. I soothed myself by meditating a little bit. I then gave it my all. I vaporized the DMT, and I took three hits in total.

Oh man, my lungs were scorching! My body was aching from the DMT smoke onslaught, a very merciless one, indeed. My midsection felt particularly painful. I did the best I could to ignore the pain, but at first, I just couldn’t get over it. The usual amazing array of colors met my sight, as I watched the back of my eyelids. The tracers were moving about very sporadically. Quite suddenly, I pushed through the colors and traveled at an alarmingly fast paste. I appeared in an extraterrestrial like cell, one flowing with outstanding geometric visuals that were moving about all over the place. To the north, south, east, and west, the geometric visuals were moving. From the ceiling, to the walls, and to the floor, they were sliding.

At first, I was there all alone. Nobody was with me. I was simply inside of an extraterrestrial box-like structure all by myself. For a while, I stood and observed. There wasn’t really anything else to do. And then, after some time, a voice appeared in my head that, at first, I took to be my own. Eventually, I realized that it wasn’t my voice, but the voice of an Elf. When I reached this conclusion, I was astounded. It took me quite some time to realize this, for the voice sounded very familiar to me and so did the thought process. It truly felt like my voice. It sounded like me, thought like me, and was inside of my own head; this is evidence that states that it was my voice. However, for some reason or another, I am absolutely certain that it wasn’t my voice. At first, I never even thought about the voice not belonging to me because it seemed all too familiar. Surprisingly enough, it was the voice of an Elf, which means that I am a bit like the Elf, or the Elf is a bit like me, or intentionally, the Elf looked into my soul and found the way I am, so she, yes, the Elf was a female, could determine how to interact with me in the most peaceful of manners.

She was speaking to me inside of my head. In this way, communication was taking place between us. She was telling me that I needed to do one more thing that night. She said for me to trust her. If I did trust her, my trust would not be in vain, she assured me. She knew something, a great secret that she wished to reveal to me, but she couldn’t do it just know, for something restricted her from doing so. She didn’t explain what it was that restricted her from revealing the secret to me, for she didn’t have enough time. She had only enough time to get her message passed to me. She knew my best interests at heart. Her voice was very urgent. She wanted me to do something that would enable me to reach her again very soon. When I got back into my world, she wanted me to smoke DMT one more time. The tone of urgency in her voice made me not question her intentions in even the slightest of ways, for she seemed very pure at heart. She said that she would grant me the strength to smoke DMT one more time, something that I would have been incapable of doing on my own.

Well, I trusted in her, and I wanted to learn her secret. I knew that something great awaited me. I felt that I was going to gather certain data that I had been trying to obtain for a very long time. I then left her domain, and I entered back into my own. My eyes opened, and I was back in my room with visuals all over the place. I thought for a moment. I knew what I had to do, and I hardened my heart in order to perform the task. I didn’t know if my body could take any more of the harsh smoke, for it was aching quite badly from my last inhalations. However, I knew that the Elf was going to help me. I felt her strength, her power. I knew that she was not a liar. She definitely did not come off as one. She was going to help me and give me the strength to do what I need to do. The time had come, and I was ready.

 

Trip #21

I got out of my bed, and I headed straight towards my DMT. I loaded a fairly large quantity of DMT into my pipe. I then went back on my bed and sat there peacefully for quite some time. Whether I was about to do the right thing or not, I kept on wondering. There were some doubts flittering in and out of my mind, and I kept on slipping into dark thoughts, thinking that I was perhaps pushing the limitations. However, whenever I would think about not smoking the DMT that night, the voice came back to me, the female Elf voice. I remembered how serious she was, I remembered the tone of urgency in her voice, and I remembered the purity surging throughout her majestic voice. This reinforced what I had to do that night. The Elf was going to protect me and see me through. She wasn’t going to let anything happen to me that night, and so, with this embracing knowledge, I began to vaporize the DMT.

As usual, I was sitting Indian-styled in the middle of my bed when I took my first hit. It stung very badly. I was aching all over, and I was wondering whether or not I could even take another one. However, I didn’t let this thought enter my mind twice. I knew what I had to do, and I solidified my heart to do it. The next hit I took was my last, for it was the largest hit of DMT I had ever taken in my life. I started wiggling in pain that was surging throughout every portion of my body. I had smoked DMT now four times in one night, and I truly felt it. The pain was intense. The last hit was taken so deep into my lungs to where I knew that this was all I needed, so I let drop my pipe, retiring from any further DMT hits. Also, it would have most likely been physiologically impossible for me to take another. I wasn’t feeling good at all.

Interestingly enough, as soon as the DMT exerted its power upon me, the pain seemed to subside. I was staring at the colors that greeted me for a split second, and then, I was transported beyond the colors, beyond the psychedelic. I entered into the domain of an Elf, which had amazing geometric visuals all over the place. I was staring at the wall in front of me waiting for something to happen. The wall was dark, primarily black, with grey lines moving all about. I felt something, a presence. It was coming into the house. The essence of the presence felt very familiar to me, like a long lost mother of some sort. I was awaiting something very great in anticipation that I knew was going to come about in a second.

All of the sudden, a female Elf was materializing out of the wall that was in front of my face. It was as if she was growing out of the wall. It was a spectacular sight, and an amazing act to witness. I was so surprised, so shocked. All of the sudden, I knew who this female Elf was. She was the same Elf that spoke to me in my prior trip, the one telling me that I needed to smoke DMT one more time that night, the one telling me that she wanted to give me a great gift. I knew I was going to be granted the gift of seeing her in her full splendor, in her physical form. Finally, when she fully materialized in front of my face, I was enraptured by her glorious beauty. Her beauty was so penetrating, and like the sun, rays of energy were being put off from her body, which didn’t have the smallest morsel of clothing on it. She was tall, slender, and gorgeous. Her sight was a treat to my eyes. With her ridiculously shiny green hair hanging elegantly from her head, she gazed at me with her penetrating stare. She was measuring me, sizing me up, looking into my soul, and seeing what it was that I needed to have.

With a blinding change of events, the Elf, while floating in midair, began to scream in intense pain. She started to squirm about, coiling around like a possessed snake that was in need of an exorcism. Her arms were becoming entangled with other portions of her body, as if some kind of an invisible force was attempting to break them and twist them right off her body. Her legs were doing a rather similar act, moving up and down, from side to side. Her legs would extend all the way up to her head, which was particularly painful for her. Something was eating away her insides, trying to eat its way outside of her. Her face was horrible to view, very upsetting, and disturbing. I could see the pain in her eyes and feel it radiating from her. Her eyes were full of tears, her nose was enlarging, and her mouth was cringing in pain. She was shaking in utter terror at what was occurring. I could only imagine what kind of pain she felt. I knew that I would never be able to put up with the amount of pain that she was going through. I wanted to help; I wanted to do something. I could not just allow myself to stand here, and watch the beautiful Elf shrivel away in her demise. I didn’t know what to do. I was utterly perplexed. I attempted to move towards her, and it was at this moment that I discovered that I could not move. I was paralyzed, and I think that I know who froze me. The Elf did this. She didn’t want any intervention. She wanted me to watch her suffer in agony, wanted me to watch every moment of it. I was upset because I could not help. It was a horrible scene to watch.

And then, before anything else, the Elf overcame her fight with pain. She overcame the disease, the plague. I was overwhelmed with joy to see her struggle no more in misery. I loved the Elf, and as soon as it had begun, I wanted the pain that was attacking her to subside. The Elf cast away her affliction, and she then began to unfold from a ball. She was opening up to her fullest size. Her arms were stretched, her legs spread wide, and her breasts were shimmering in the extraterrestrial light. Then, without any sign, she began to dance in joy. She was moving about so peacefully in the air, twirling her arms all over the place in the most harmonious of manners. Her legs were moving here, there, and everywhere as she climbed the air with them. Her face was etched in happiness, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were shining like a star, and her beautiful green hair was billowing in the wind. For quite some time, she continued her dance. I could see the energy radiating off her pretty body, hitting me all over, causing me to jiggle in amazement. I was very happy about what was going on. As I watched in awe, the Elf, without looking at me, spoke in my mind, telling me that the gift had now been given and that it was time for me to go back to my world and put it to good use.

I watched as the Elf and her world dematerialized before my face. I opened my eyes, and I was back in my room. I couldn’t believe it. The Elf was right all along, and my trust in her was not in vain. I smoked DMT, and it was completely worth it. I was thinking for a while about what happened, trying to figure out exactly what my gift was. I knew that I had been given something, but it was difficult for me to figure out just what I was given. I lade on my bed some, feeling tired and put out, attempting to decipher the present. I felt that this would take some time to discover, perhaps maybe a week or even a year. Nevertheless, for the rest of that night, I continued to hunt for the gift. And then, after an hour or so, I found what I was searching for.

I reached a high elevation. My spiritual journey just led me to something great, something that I needed. I realized what the Elf gave me, and it was a magnificent gift to give on her behalf. My gratitude for the present is beyond words. She allowed me to penetrate the unstable world of the mind. She made conscious in me something that was once deeply imbedded in my unconscious. Into my conscious awareness, she brought the morality segment of the Oversoul, which is a glorious gift given to all of mankind from God, and by God I mean Allah, Jesus, Krishna, and many more, for they are all the same, they are all one. Like a massive blueprint, it is, far exceeding the size of the Ten Commandments. The moral unconscious tells one what is right and what is wrong. It’s needed in order for humanity to exist peacefully.

The Elf passed on to me a message. She told me that sometimes it is painful to follow the morality ramification of the Oversoul. It may be difficult for you to do the right thing because the wrong thing is so much more desirable. However, once you overcome the pain by doing the right thing, you will be able to dance in joy because the right thing is glorious, and it will bring happiness and pride unto you. Suddenly, after discovering this, my tired stupor completely abated. I was awake.

 

Trip #22 – *Breakthrough*

It was a fine summer’s day, and I had thought about smoking some DMT. I wanted to trip, but I knew that I wasn't being called, and therefore, I made my way to a pool and took a dip. I decided to swim for the day. For some peculiar reason, I, as of late, have been drawn towards water, even more so than I usually am. Naturally, I have always been a lover of water, and I have always been around it a lot since the day I was born. Oddly enough, however, I couldn't help but notice myself having an even more profound appreciation for water than I used to have. As I was swimming around in the pool, I thought about smoking DMT in a body of water. My stream of thought flipped towards the great psychonaut, D. M. Turner, and his belief that DMT was a water loving molecule. When he was by a body of water, D. M. Turner had excellent experiences with DMT. However, when he was far away from a body of water, he didn't have very positive experiences with DMT. I knew that I had to put his theory to the test. As I stood in the pool, my mind clicked; I was being called, and therefore, as fast as I could, I got out of the pool and headed straight towards my house.

Upon arriving, I headed straight towards my bathroom. It was dark outside, for the sun had just set. Everything felt great. I was contemplating on whether or not to use some bubbles in the bath, and I decided not to. I made the water quite hot, which, I found out later, was a mistake. I filled the tub up to the top. Having stripped myself of all clothing, I was completely naked. I got in the bath tub, placed a pillow behind my head, grabbed the pipe, and clicked the lighter.
Now, of course, I know that many people may consider this an irresponsible trip on my behalf. Perhaps some might believe that I hadn't taken the necessary precautions, and that my unconscious will of dying was driving me to perform such a reckless and rash act. There wasn't a sitter present. There was only myself, the water, and the DMT. Be rest assurred, I happen to know my body and its physiological processes better than anybody else mainly because, well, it is my own body. I know how my body responds to DMT. Yes, I will agree that there was a slight chance that I might drown. However, I knew that this risk was so miniscule, and due to this, it didn't really weigh heavily down on my mind. And besides, the risk is what makes something worth doing after all.

I hit the pipe once and exhaled. I hit it again, and before I hit it a third time, the color had already greeted me. I made my last hit, and immediately after it, I knew that I was going to get there. I shut my eyes and became immersed in the color. With one motion, I pushed myself through the color and traveled to the land beyond. I was back in the extraterrestrial territory. There were many Self-Transforming Machine Elves materializing before my very eyes. There was quite a crowd of them. While staring at them, I knew what I had to do. Without uttering any words, I asked them if they happened to be particularly fond of water by any chance. It was weird, they thought, that I had asked them this. They said that they weren't particularly in love with water, but they didn't have a particular hatred towards it either. Water, they said, was just there, and just how we don't think all too much about grass, not the kind you smoke, but the kind you walk on, they don't think all too much about water. Water has never been something that they placed a high emphasis on. It was there, and that was it. They didn't like it a lot, and yet, they didn't dislike it a lot. Curiosity accosted the Elves, which was created by my question, for they couldn't figure out why I would ask them such a question. I didn't have time to explain because, just then, I was going back. Sucking me back with such rapidity, the invisible force transported me. Before I knew it, I was back in my bath tub.

Upon my eyes opening, the first thing I noticed was my penis. At the time, I had no idea what it was, for I was an anthropologist from Jupiter, or so, it felt like at the time. I studied my body. At first, I stared intently at my penis, and then, I examined the rest of my body. My penis, it appeared, was completely out of place, for it didn't anatomically make sense to me. I had looked at my arms, my legs, my feet, my chest, and they all appeared to be complimenting each other; they all appeared to be parts of a whole. However, my penis, in and of itself, looked as if it was its own body, a body connected onto a larger body, which was me. It was utterly bizarre staring there at something I believed was something of a parasitic body. The penis, I thought, just didn't match up with the rest of my body, and so, I thought this thought for quite sometime.

Eventually, I came down. The water was making me particularly uncomfortable; the hotness really got to me. My face was sweating from the heat. I knew that if I did this another time in the future, I was going to use cold water rather than hot. I drained the hot water and then took a shower in some cold water. The shower felt great, and it allowed me to collect my thoughts. That trip has still never really left me.

 

Trip #23 – *Breakthrough*

I had decided to consume some psychedelic mushrooms. I went ahead and weighed out 3.6 grams of Psilocybe Cubensis mushrooms. Due to the area in which these cubes grow, they are unique, really one of a kind. The area in which they are found is swarming and festering with abundant plant and animal life; there are very many animals there, and there is even a more diverse array of plant life present. At this place, many, many mushrooms grow; the fungi life is booming there. Every single psychedelic mushroom that is native to Texas can be found at this one spot. A river there is there, along with numerous, high-reaching trees. If you are not careful, you can easily lose yourself. Basically, this area is in the middle of nowhere. It was discovered by a good friend and teacher of mine, and he decided to call the place Aria 51.

The Aria 51 cubes, for me, produce the most absolute, psychedelic mushroom trip. Aria 51 is truly wild, for it does not know civilization, and therefore, as you can imagine, the trip that these cubes will let loose inside of you is just as equally wild as the place where they came from. Extreme visuals are brought about, along with glorious, mind-opening revelations. I made a tea out of the Aria 51 cubes. After consuming the tea, I waited until I was at the peak of the trip, and then, I decided that it was time to smoke some DMT.

For quite some time, I was distracted by looking at all of the resinated DMT in my pipe. Finally, I was able to bring my attention back to the task at hand. I loaded a fairly large sized bowl, got on my bed, sat Indian-styled, braced myself, and then began the vaporization process. I took my first hit, a massive one. I took another one. My lungs were hurting to the point to where I was unwilling to take anymore hits. Pushed by the familiar, invisible force, I fell back upon my bed, my head coming to rest on my pillow. My eyelids were shut.

Immediately, I was greeted with loads of color. As usual, like I had done numerous times in the past, I pushed myself through the color, entering into the domain of the Elves. I then came into contact with the Elves; many of them were there. The eyes of the Elves were upon me, and I noticed one set of eyes that were particularly protruding. These eyes belonged to a female Elf. As if they were trying to look right inside of my body, the eyes x-rayed me. The Elf beckoned me towards the left, away from the other Elves.

Together, we went to another area, an area with a body of water. I was standing at the shoreline, while the Elf, who had gotten into an odd shaped water vehicle, traveled across the body of water. The water vehicle mostly resembled that of a canoe. The Elf was using a paddle, a particularly odd shaped one. With her beautifully long, skinny arms sweeping downwards, the water craft moved forwards. I did my best to keep up, walking fast up the shoreline. She was attempting to take me somewhere, to show me something. Before I got there with her, I was taken out of her world and placed back in mine. Lying on my bed with my eyelids wide open, I didn't move for quite some time, for I was in utter bliss, experiencing the sensational comfort that comes along with the loss of one's Ego.

After a prolonged period of time of thoughtlessness, I ventured forth into the realm of thought. I pondered the reason as to why I was drawn out of the Elf's world before I glanced what the Elf was intending to show me, for I had the feeling that the Elf was planning on showing me something. I knew that she was taking me somewhere. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, before I got there, I was sucked back into my world. I think that I didn't glimpse what the Elf wanted me to because I simply wasn't ready to behold the sight, for it could have been too powerful for me to view. I derived the conclusion that I did not see the sight because I quite simply wasn't ready to see the sight.

 

Trip #24 – *Breakthrough*

I was lying on my bed; my mind was silent before my brain, for I had just come out of the DMT state of mind. Thankfully, my mushroom trip was still taking place, which put me in the right frame of mind. The feeling of coming out of a DMT trip and being engulfed in the mushroom state of mind, instead of gaining entry into the everyday, conscious network of the mind, is extraordinarily great. As usual, the DMT wind quite literally blew me away. Naturally, I wanted to be blown back into my original place, so in the hopes that this DMT wind would blow me south, for the prior DMT wind had blown me north, I decided to smoke more DMT.

Instead of loading a bowl of DMT, I had decided to smoke the resinated DMT in my pipe, for I was feeling particularly lazy at the moment and did not feel like moving more than I had to. Grabbing my lighter in my hand, along with my pipe in the other, I sat back up in the middle of my bed and began to vaporize the resin. Thanks to being incapable of sufficiently smoking all of the DMT I had loaded in my pipe for past travels, there was quite a large quantity of resin in my pipe. I used this to my advantage. I vaporized a lot of resin and then took a massive hit, which burned my lungs to death. After following it up with another hit, I was done, for my lungs were scorching, and I was completely out of it.

After my head fell ungracefully on my pillow, my pipe and lighter followed suit, having dropped on my bed. I shut my eyes and, at first, was accosted with the usual color. Pushing my way forcefully through this energetic vortex, I came into an enormous blackness. Nothing was about me except for a gigantic, black barrier, which was obscuring, from my vision, another world. I was pushed back; my flotation was faulty. Involuntarily, not out of my own accord, I was paralyzed by an impenetrable force. Seeing was the only thing I was capable of, and so, wanting to break it down and shatter the defenses before me, I looked at the barrier.

Then, to my amazement, the barrier began to change. I was still paralyzed, and I could not do anything but merely watch. The barrier had horizontal lines materializing all across it. Starting to rattle and shake, the barrier produced a peculiar noise, and then, without much ado, fingers poked out between two of the many horizontal lines. This action looked partly similar to a human sticking their fingers in between their blinds to take a peek at their neighbor. The Elf hand moved downwards making a slight opening between the two horizontal lines. Movement and shuffling about was what I could see through the hole that was created. And then, surprisingly and shockingly, an enormously round and protruding eyeball looked my way out of the hole. Staring incessantly hard at me, the eyeball never blinked or moved. However, it did appear to increase slowly in size.

It was an eerie feeling. I felt as if the Eye was looking at everything in me: the truth, the lies, the beliefs, the thoughts, the doubts, and the hopes. The sight was so penetrating, looking into the very depths of my soul, entering into the abyss of my life. Randomly, the eye faltered, receding back into the place from wince it came. The horizontal lines shut, and the barrier, in the absence of the former hole, was made whole again. I stayed in the same position. I had a feeling that things were not yet over.

Suddenly, the same horizontal lines were shuffling again; the hole had opened once more. The great impenetrable Elf eye was back in place looking, yet again, directly at me, at my soul. Surreptitiously, I looked back into the eye, being careful not to sink too deep in it. Human eye and Elf eye looked at one another for a long duration before all was over. The Elf eye receded once again, leaving me alone. Before I knew it, through a tube, I was sucked back into my world. I was awed at what had happened.

I had just been studied by an Elf. Obviously, the Elf had wanted to keep me at a distance maybe for his protection or perhaps for mine, so he created a barrier. In addition to the barrier, the Elf had me paralyzed, so I would not be able to fulfill my urge of wanting to touch and push the barrier, attempting to get through it. It was by his magic that I was blindly bound to the spot. I have a feeling that he left at first to report something to other Elves that, anxiously, were waiting on the other side of the barrier for a report. He must have made an interesting discovery that he wanted to immediately share with them. An odd trip it was.

 

Trip #25 – Non-Breakthrough

I had been accosted by the DMT noise, a high pitched, virtually indescribable beep, the past few days, and I knew that the time was soon drawing near for another DMT trip. I was lying in my bed, and it was there. I was reading a book, and it was there. I was riding a bike, and it was there. When I least expected the noise, it greeted me. When my mind slowed down a pace and went blank, it greeted me. It had been quite some time since my last DMT trip. My lucid dreaming and dream recollection, which both dramatically increase in the wake of recent DMT usage, were both slowly declining, a sign that I had noticed. Therefore, I resolved to embark upon another DMT voyage.

On a particularly shiny day, I had decided to smoke some DMT. When I began loading the bowl, it was a bit past noon, and the birds were chirping away outside my room. I waited until their chatter cascaded downwards, and then I shut my blinds. My room was more dark than it was bright, only a few rays seeped in. After getting on top of my bed, I sat Indian-styled, one hand on my pipe, the other on my lighter. I vaporized all of the DMT, took one hit, and followed it up with another. I shut my eyes, resolving to watch the back of my eyelids as usual.

I kept on asking myself a question. Was I going to break through? Had this been enough? Instantly, I realized that if I was going to break through, then I would not be asking myself this question. I knew the answer deep down inside. I wasn't going to break through, for I just had not smoked enough. Anyways, I still made the most of it, staring at the amazingly beautiful visuals that were in front of me. Complex, geometric fractals were everywhere, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not move through them. I opened my eyes; the trip had not lasted that long, and I knew that there was only one thing left to do: smoke more DMT.

 

Trip #26 – *Breakthrough*

During the comedown, still feeling a bit trippy, I got off of my bed and loaded another bowl, which turned out to be very, very large. Staring at the pretty DMT crystals made me want to smoke much of them. Therefore, I decided to smoke more DMT than I had ever smoked in my entire life. After loading the bowl, I held the pipe up level to my eye, viewing an enormous bowl of DMT. I knew what I had to do. I began to vaporize all of the DMT; the process took quite some time. I made sure that all of the DMT was completely vaporized before I took a hit.

Attempting to take it all inside in a single go, a virtually impossible task, I hit the pipe, and thereby took the largest DMT hit I had ever taken. As I involuntarily coughed, an enormous jet stream of smoke left my mouth. I was a bit like a dragon giving off smoke. My throat was searing, and I was shaking in pain. I was committed, however, committed to finish off the remains of the smoke left behind in the pipe. A small amount was left. Forcing myself, I took it in and then passed out. I couldn't think; my brain was spinning like a top. I was involuntarily shaking. My body was making a series of sporadic movements out of its own accord. My chest was popping up and down, a sign that my soul was attempting to escape. Moments later, my chest stopped popping, and my body laid still. My soul had been freed from the confines of my body.

Instantly, a beautiful array of geometric visuals greeted my view. The color was there, and this time I passed through it without a single delay. As I soared through the color, my Ego was completely evaporated. It was no longer there. I didn't know who I was, what I was, and what I was doing. And then, an amazing thing happened as I was soaring through the visuals. They began to transform. Transformations were occurring in front of me at a rapid paste. In utter amazement, I watched and watched. The transfigurations were completely something, something I had never witnessed before. These transmutations gave way to a splendid world, an alien world. I was at the Self-Transforming Machine Elves’ abode.

There they were. As I was soaring down to the ground floor, I looked in front of me, and a strange sight was there. Four Elf heads were in the middle of a foreign piece of furniture. The heads were all connected, making a cross like structure. The Elf heads began to move; they began to spin around and around. The eyes in the heads were whirling about, looking at everything surrounding them. I saw the back of their eyes, a pure white portion. Clearly, they could see out of the back of their heads.

Feeling a presence to my other side, I turned. It got a bit darker; things got a bit eerie. I felt odd, weird, scared, exhilarated, terrified, terrified in a terrifyingly good way, in a terrifyingly good nature. Things took a turn, a darker turn. The mood changed, and I could feel it, for it was in me; it was seething throughout my soul, and I was there, and I was shaking due to a fear that immediately sprung up inside of me, a fear that I had never felt before. I was quite literally freaked.

Suddenly, out of the shadow, appeared an Elf, a very young one. The Elf was female and quite slender in stature. Her hair was black, her skin was color changing, and her eyes were impenetrable and deep in depth. She was wise. I could tell it from looking into her eyes, her green eyes, those pitiless, unfathomable pits of knowledge. They had seen so much. Her eyes were the one physical attribute that suggested she was old rather than young. All of her other physical attributes suggested that she was no older than five perhaps.

In front of me, there she was; her eyes were staring directly into mine. She started to move towards me. Her eyes never left my eyes; they were always gazing directly into mine. I got cold. I could not tell what her intention was, or what she was planning to do. I was scared; I was freaked. Steadily and slowly, she moved towards me until she was right in front of me. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed me. One of her hands grabbed my arm right above the risk, while her eyes were still looking into mine. Suddenly, such a coldness like never before came over me, and I was freezing. A fear that had been festering inside of my soul reached its peak, its boiling point, and the volcano that had been trembling inside of me suddenly exploded, bursting asunder all happiness, all hope, all goodness, leaving me deep inside a fiery pit of fear. I couldn't take it anymore; I was so scared.

As soon as I felt her cold touch, I opened my eyes, and things were over. I was back in my room. However, I did not know that at the time, for my Ego was still lost. My heart was beating very fast, my mind reeling. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. Waiting for my Ego to reassemble itself, I laid there utterly freaked out by what had happened. I felt vulnerable. I had just been penetrated. It was quite some time before my Ego had returned. The Ego Loss lasted for around a good half an hour.

Well, this was by far the most intense experience of my life. The experience made me loads weirder than I had been prior to it, and before the experience, I had been weird enough. Overall, I enjoyed the experience, and I undoubtedly gained an insurmountable amount of wisdom from it.

 

Trip #27 – Non-Breakthrough

My friend and I had decided to trip; we were going to do the Terence McKenna Heroic Dose, 5 grams of dried Psilocybe Cubensis in total, silent darkness. My friend that night ingested five dried grams of Psilocybe Cubensis Aria 51 mushrooms, and I had consumed nine grams of Gymnopilus Spectabilus mushrooms along with one gram of Aria 51 mushrooms, the equivalence of five grams of dried cubes. During the upcome, as the visuals started to approach, I chose to play around with my DMT pipe. I went and grabbed it. My stomach was churning. Suddenly, I realized that my lighter, indeed, had gone out earlier that day. I called out to my friend, asking him if he had a lighter. She did not. However, he had matches. I lit a small candle of mine, resolving to light the pipe with the candle.

I didn't even load a bowl, for I was just playing around. There was a lot of resin in the pipe; yes, I knew that. Picking up my candle, I placed it underneath the pipe, vaporizing the DMT. While in a state of relaxation, I watched smoke suddenly appear. My friend was on a bed, and I was on the floor. She stared at me, having curiosity etched in her face. He had never smoked DMT before, being a bit deterred by its renowned intensity. I hit the pipe once, twice, and not a third time. The effect was instantaneous. I didn't plan on breaking through; I just wanted a nice, little ride, one that would begin the paving of the road that I would soon travel down.

I sat there in total darkness. My friend was on her bed. There was a clock ticking harmoniously, which I perceived as being a bit annoying at first. However, later, I interpreted the ticking as being symbolic and of significance. The visuals rapidly approached; there were both greens and blacks, interweaving each other sporadically. There were lines, amazing lines doing peaceful battle with one another in midair. Black was fighting green, and neither was going for a victory. Suddenly, after only a short period of time, the visuals subsided, leaving me in the upsurge of my mushroom trip. I wanted to play around with my pipe one more time, I decided.

 

Trip #28 – *Breakthrough*

On the floor, I laid spread eagled for a while. I wasn't quite thinking, but rather just going with the flow. I was letting an invisible force guide me. Blindly, one of my hands searched around for the candle, and my other searched for the pipe. Once my hands were successful in the hunt, I sat up. I then resumed an Indian-styled position. Once again, I wasn't thinking. I was flowing down the river, letting the current freely guide me. Placing the candle underneath the pipe, I began the vaporization process. I wasn't thinking. I allowed the candle to stay underneath the pipe for an innumerable amount of time. All of the sudden, the pipe started howling, screaming, whistling. Taking this as a sign, I removed the flame, taking in all of the smoke that was leaving the pipe.

Sucking in fast, drawing in deep, my lips felt glass, and my throat felt fire. In a single hit, I took it all in. Instantaneously, I knew what I was in for, and it was not something I had planned on; I was going to breakthrough. It came as a bit of a shock to me, because I didn't think that my pipe contained enough resin to permit me a Breakthrough. Also, a Breakthrough was not my intention. I coughed extremely loud. It felt like I was coughing out all of my internal organs. My throat was dead. My friend on the bed was concerned. He did not know whether I was alright or not, and she stared at me in awe, attempting to decipher exactly what had just occurred. I managed to get a sentence out of me before I was gone. I said, "Damn, I didn't know it had that much resin!"

After that, I had left. I left my body behind and, along with my body, was left my physiological pain. The candle dropped, which caused it to go out. I remember that light being extinguished. My eyes shut with the dispersion of the flame. I was completely gone, for a Breakthrough was occurring. I was shooting through outerspace, as if I was a high speed space craft. I was going to a far, foreign region. The travel was short; I was there before I knew it. Morphing before me was a whole new world. Intergallactic space was giving way to another world, and there, in an alien gathering, I was.

I was at a festival, a gathering. There was a restaurant. What was on the menu, I do not know. There were many Elves serving food, and there were many Elves feasting, enjoying talk with their friends. The crowd was very merry, and it appeared that none of them knew that I was there, that I had just arrived, except for her. There, in the middle of a traveling group of Elves, she was. Dark hair and heavily lidded eyes were apparent. She was moving around, going with the flow, as if she was dancing to an extraterrestrial song. Without saying anything, she beckoned me forward. I obeyed.

She continued to swing her arms in the air, twist her legs, and spin her head. I was heading in her direction. I was almost there, and then, I was there, right in front of her. She still did not pay heed to me, continuing her fluid, tranquil movements. I felt the sudden urge to say something. I opened my mouth, allowing words to seep through. I couldn't string together a single coherent sentence. Every time I began to say something, I would begin to say something else. I was attempting to say a thousand sentences at once, and it just wasn't working. I kept on speaking, trying to string a sentence together, trying to get something coherent to come out of my mouth, but it just wouldn't work. I was baffled, confused. Sometimes, I would get very close to completely saying something, and then, I would interrupt myself, I would cut across my own self. I wanted to say something, anything that made sense. All I wanted to do was commune with the Elf.

Suddenly, the Elf spun her head around, and her hair, which followed in pursuit, wrapped beautifully around her neck. She was laughing at me. She stared at me with those gorgeous, almond shaped eyes and, without opening her mouth, she said, "Open your eyes." I didn't do it, but rather I just simply remained in the same state. She then started to walk off in the distance. She went where I could not follow. The scene was shifting; I was traveling back to Earth, back to my mortal body. I made to open up my eyes, and the oddest thing happened, absolutely nothing, for my eyes were already opened, and apparently, they had been open the entire time.

 

Trip #29 – Non-Breakthrough

Wow. I was soaking in the prior trip, gazing into the vast blackness, not believing that my eyes had opened or had just never closed. Then, without further ado, I began to light the candle that had gone out. I wasn't thinking again, but just going with the flow. I vaporized the resin for a third time that night. Apparently, there wasn't much left. However, I still went ahead and hit what formed, which was a fair amount, but no where near enough for a breakthrough.

I was placed in the perfect mindset, thanks to the DMT. I wasn't breaking through, and yet, I was able to contemplate my life, my life here on Earth. Suddenly, as I gazed at the pretty visuals before me, I began to go over everything, everything I had been through ever since I began to take psychedelics. For a second, all of the cultural preconditioning that I had previously abolished ages ago, resurfaced upon me. I couldn't believe that I could do what I did and live to tell the tale. I couldn't believe that I've tripped as many times as I have. The thing that I just couldn't believe the most is that I am not locked up in a mental asylumn. I still have my brain, which, of course, should have been fried quite a while ago from all of the psychedelics I've taken.

And yet, I can still think, and I can still function. I attend a reasonably well ranked University, and I have a 4.0. But how, how can I have a 4.0, when I've taken so many psychedelics? I must be an idiot, perhaps almost mentally retarded. My brain should have many holes in it, and yet, after examining all of the evidence, it doesn't. I'm perfectly healthy, a book nerd, an avid writer, a waterman, and a psychonaut. A psychonaut, yes, that's the thing, that's the thing that dosen't correspond with all of the other things. How can a person, who takes so many psychedelics, function better than the average, ordinary Joe? Everything I've been taught does not correlate with the evidence that is at hand. I should be mad; I should be a lunatic. When is the time going to come, the time in which I trip and cannot think anymore? I'm not sure; perhaps it already has happened. All this rubbish, communication with Elves, space travel, soul splitting, Ego annihilation, should make a freak, an idiot, right?

Yes, it does, and no, it doesn't.

 

Trip #30 – *Breakthrough*

On a fine night, I was sitting around doing nothing, and then it hit me; I was going to smoke some DMT. During the past few days, I had been hearing the DMT noise repeatedly, and so, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would trip. I was the only one in my house that night, for my friend had gone out earlier that day. His bedroom tends to get extremely dark; not even a ray of light can squeeze its way in there. Therefore, I resolved to use his bedroom. I sent him a message saying that I was visiting some Elves. She understood.

I found an enormous butane lighter lying around. I picked it up and made my way to my friend’s bedroom. I opened the door and entered the room, searching for my DMT, which I had left in there on a previous occasion. I found it, loaded a particularly large bowl, and shut the door. The lights were off, and I couldn’t see where I was. I lit the lighter, finding my path. I made my way towards her bed. I got on it, sitting Indian-styled in the middle. After taking a few deep breaths, I lit my lighter and vaporized all of the DMT, ready to pursue that flighty, temptress adventure.

I hit the pipe hard; the harsh smoke went deep down into my lungs, and I coughed and spewed it back up. Concentrating hard, I lit the pipe one more time. Right before I was gone, I put my lips to the pipe and inhaled, and thus, I took in one more hit. It was enough; I knew I was going to breakthrough. As energy was attempting to fight its way out of my body, I lied there in peace and tranquility. I was ready to go.

And off I went. Accosting me almost immediately were some bizarre green and black visuals. In my attempt to go further, I pushed through the color, and my soul was free, pursuing its pathway towards the Elf domain. I made it to an enormously vast sheltered area. The boundaries were comprised of translinguistic matter, and the walls were festered with foreign letters and runes. The place was alive; it was full of life. I could feel it. I was wondering where the Self-Transforming Machine Elves were, for they were no where in sight.

Before I thought that thought twice, I felt odd, different, infiltrated. I wasn’t myself, and my soul wasn’t feeling up to par. Some voice, the voice of an Elf, a Master Elf, was speaking, speaking inside of me. He had authority, for I could feel his power which was of the highest. Something was inside of me. It was an Elf. I was being possessed. I wasn’t afraid, for I could tell that he was a friend, and I could tell that his intentions were pure. I couldn’t see him since he was inside of me. All I could make of him was his voice.

“Why isn’t your body on your own bed? Why is your body on your friend’s bed?” he asked me. I told him that I liked my friend’s bed. I mean to say, it is a fairly comfortable bed. He said, “I wasn’t expecting you. This isn’t your bed.” I did not expect this. The Elf paused. I could tell that he was still inside of me, choosing his next words carefully. And then he said, “Send your friend to me. I will be waiting.” I said that I would pass on the message. Before I knew it, the Elf was out of me, and I was traveling rapidly back into the original world.

My eyes were open. I was staring at an amazing array of visuals that were encompassing my friend’s bedroom. After my soul got back into its shell, it took some time for my Ego to reassimilate itself. After a while, I knew what I had to do. When my friend came back I told him, “Your time has come. The Elves are calling for you.” I told him that it was a sign. She took my word, and he’s going to visit them in a little bit. She told me, “I’ll do it after I finish my tests next week.” I told him, “Dude, you don’t have to worry about that.”

 

Trip #31 – *Breakthrough*

It was a fine fall day, and I had just gotten out of class. As I made my way towards my house, I heard the noise, the DMT noise. I knew what I had to do. I was going to smoke some DMT, and I wanted a Breakthrough, a huge Breakthrough. Eventually, I arrived at my house, went to my bedroom, and locked my door. I made my way towards my DMT, passing a heaping pile of particularly dirty clothes. I’m a bit lazy. I found a big butane lighter and my pipe. I loaded a very large bowl of DMT. When all the preparation was taken care of, I sat on my bed, taking in the setting. It was high noon; the sun was out, the grass was green, and the clouds were highly discernible. My room was comprised of an equal distribution of sunlight and shelter-made darkness. Gradually, I began to light my pipe, vaporizing the DMT. For quite some time, I kept the fire on the pipe. Suddenly, the pipe started screaming, and the DMT smoke was seeping out of the pipe. I put my lips to the pipe, inhaling deeply. The hit was humongous, massive. I brought the smoke as far down my lungs as I could until my body coerced me into coughing it up. I sputtered and turned; however, I hit the pipe again, and then, I was gone.

I fell on my back; Literally, I was knocked out. As the spirit molecule surpassed my blood-brain barrier, my chest kept on heaving up and down, and my soul, inside and out. There wasn’t a question in my mind whether or not I was going to Breakthrough, for you can always tell; you can always decipher when you are going to and when your are not. My soul was gone, traveling through beautifully bright red and gold colors. Then, suddenly, deities began to appear, and I could tell that they were Hindu, due to they’re brown shining skin and their eyes. Their eyes were holding an indefinable amount of wisdom. They were moving around, curling as if they were snakes. As a matter of fact, I think that they were snakes. There were around four of them. There could have been more. If there were more, then they were invisible. “Hello,” I said to them, giving a nod in their direction.

Suddenly, the scene was transforming, and I was traveling to another dimension. After surpassing variously different intergalactic scenes and creations, I ended up in a particularly odd territory. My soul was floating, hovering, and there they were, a whole lot of young, female Self-Transforming Machine Elves. I was at their school, and I was at a distinct location in the school, the lavatory. The Elves have single sex lavatories. I was in the female Elf lavatory; I was in a girl’s bathroom. A massive congregation of young, female Elves was there, and they were all wearing unique, interesting uniforms. The uniforms were comprised of an Elf skirt and an Elf top. The girl Elves were moving around very fast. There was a lot of noise, for they were all communicating in rapid speech.

A couple of them would leave the bathroom. These left, only to be replaced by a new influx of Elf girls. The ones who left opened up the bathroom door, only to reveal a massively long corridor, which was made up of both female and male Elf students. They were talking to each other, going to class. I could hear bells ringing, signaling perhaps the start of a lesson or an ending of a session. Every Elf knew what they were doing. They were going about their business, as if they did this every single day. They didn’t seem to notice me, and I didn’t attempt to speak to them, for I just wanted to observe. Also, I was too taken aback from what was going on to really attempt communication. Elf girls would leave and come. I didn’t move into the corridor, the corridor that was revealed to me only when some Elf girls left the lavatory or some new Elf girls came into the lavatory.

After taking in the full scene the bathroom had to offer, I became interested in the corridor. I moved close to the door, waiting for it to open, thereby talking a peek at what the corridor had to offer. I did this for quite some time. I was utterly perplexed, for it was weird. Eventually, the scene was subsiding, and I realized that I was traveling back to my body. When I entered back into my shell, I raised my eye lids, looking at a tie dye sheet that was right in front of me. Faces began to appear in the blanket. They were all over the place, angry faces, happy faces, preoccupied faces, sly faces, humorous faces, distorted faces, serious faces, concerned faces. They were coming out of the sheet. It was as if mushrooms were pinning. After a period of time, this eventually subsided, and I was left with my mind racing miles in seconds.

 

Trip #32 – Non-Breakthrough

In my bedroom, I was. I love Terence McKenna, and in honor of his memory, every once in a while, I will go ahead and do the Heroic Dose, five dried grams of Psilocybe Cubensis in total, silent darkness. I ate a combination of Malabars, PESH, Cambodians, and B+ that totaled to five dried grams. I locked myself up in my closet, lying down. There wasn’t a speck of light in there, and there wasn’t any sound. All of the sudden, when the trip came on, I started to hear the DMT noise, and it was very loud. It was louder than ever. I went ahead and immediately loaded a fairly large bowl of DMT. I did not smoke it then, for I figured that I would wait to smoke it at the peak of the trip. However, as the trip began to escalate, I realized that I was reaching a level that I am always striving to reach; I had reached nirvana, and therefore, there was no point in smoking DMT, for the thought of doing so had slipped past me.

The mushroom trip was amazing, brilliant. It was just one of those things, one of those things that I do not feel I should talk much about, for it was a deeply personal experience. I had a complete Ego Loss. I had reached that part of the experience where everything is anything and anything is everything, and everything was intrinsically correlated with anything that flittered across my mind. Anyways, there I was the next day with a bowl of DMT already loaded in my pipe. Therefore, I did the one thing that I knew I was going to do, smoke the DMT. I decided to trip on my friend’s bed because his room was interestingly lit by the outside sun. A reddish glare streaked in through the covered up window. The room was oddly colored.

I went ahead and vaporized all of the DMT. In one hit, I took it all in. I brought it as far down as I possibly could. Eventually, I was forced to cough it back up, so I did just that. Immediately, I was accosted by a conglomeration of visuals that were reddish and orange. I knew that I wasn’t going to Breakthrough, but I decided, nevertheless, to make what I could of the trip, and therefore, I embarked on the journey with an open heart. I was staring at the visuals, making myself absorbed in them. The visuals were forming a shape, taking some time in the formation process. Finally, two arrows surfaced, and I stared at them as they stared at me. These arrows were pointing at something, and I wondered what that something was. I looked behind me, but there was nothing there. I looked to my sides, and there was nothing there as well.

Finally, I looked at myself, and there I was. It was I, the thing that the arrows were pointing to. The mystery was solved, and I was the answer to the riddle. What a peculiar situation this was. As I stayed still, being happy at solving the answer, I gazed at the arrows. Gradually, they dispersed into nothingness, and I opened my eyes which were then directed towards the fan. The fan had four lights that appeared to be eyeballs. Eventually, I turned on my side, and I simply relaxed. The trip was over.

 

Trip #33 And Beyond – *Breakthrough*

Well, my psychedelic voyage is drawing to a close. The past few days have felt like one enormous trip. I don’t know where to begin, really. I feel that it is necessary for me to state that, for the past few days, I have been using psychedelic mushrooms and DMT a lot. As a matter of fact, I have probably been using them too much. Why though? That’s the question to ask. I feel that it is important for me to let you all know that my updating of The DMT Chronicles doesn’t exactly correlate to the times in which I use DMT. Sometimes, I’ll trip on DMT and write a report immediately, updating The Chronicles as soon as I can; however, during other times, I’ll trip on DMT and wait a week or so to write the report, updating The Chronicles as late as I can. Anyways, the point behind stating this is to imply the notion that I’ve recently been using DMT a whole lot. The past few trips I have written about have all happened within a relatively close frame of chronological time.

Also, although I do not write about it, I use psychedelic mushrooms a lot. Recently, I have been using them more than I usually do. I feet like there’s a link that exists between psychedelic mushrooms and DMT, an intrinsic link that harmoniously bonds the two together. I feel as if they are two parts to the whole, mushrooms being one part, and DMT being the other part. Although this link for the most part is invisible, there is a way by which the link can be made visible, or so, I firmly believe.

Who am I? What am I? Well, I used to be just an ordinary, average boy, performing the ordinary, average actions that any ordinary, average boy performs. Then, quite some time ago, I began to read out of my own accord, and thus, a whole new dimension was opened up before my eyes. Reading is extremely psychedelic, and I firmly, immediately recognized this quality. Eagerly, I read fantasy fictional, philosophical, anthropological, psychological, psychonautical, and metaphysical works. I was searching for something; I was on a quest. However, at the time, I didn’t know what I was searching for, and why I was searching for it. I recognized that I was, indeed, searching for something, something that I needed.

And then, I started smoking marijuana. Why? Well, I started smoking for the same reason the majority of cannabis users smoke: to obtain an escape from reality. In other words, I started smoking to get fucked up. A lot of people of people use drugs for this reason, and I was simply one of those people, attempting to escape the pains of everyday life. I started drinking alcohol, going to social parties, and partaking in the events that an ordinary, average, western civilized boy partakes in. During countless occasions, I remember saying to my friends, “Yeah, let’s get fucked up.” This phrase, “fucked up”, I feel, describes the reasoning as to why so many individuals use drugs. It’s a phrase that I now abhor. Anyways, life was good for the most part; everything was fine; I was a piece to the puzzle, the puzzle being that of western civilization. My piece fit in very well to the puzzle. I was just another well shaped piece to the puzzle.

The search continued, and I discovered psychedelics. At first, I had thought that these were simply drugs, the worst drugs in the world. I believed that they would burn holes in your brain and make you into a psychotic individual. I was afraid of them. And then, gradually, a little bit of the search sufficiently attacked me; somehow, someway, I was able to transcend a little bit of the cultural preconditioning that had been imbedded deep inside me since birth. Reading helped. Living life helped. I wanted to use psychedelics. Slowly, my piece started to change. I still fit in the puzzle, but my piece was now distorted a little bit.

I have mentioned the word drugs many times now. Here’s my view on the wording: I think that the use of having an extremely large and broad categorization is insufficiently accurate in terms of the natural sciences, the sciences that have justifiably created and established the terminology. The word drug incorporates so many things: aspirin, cocaine, pain killers, coffee, alcohol, LSD, etc. It is highly ignorant to create a category that encases so many different things. The point behind the use of categorization is to declare an order that groups together similar things. However, the things that the word drug harbors are not similar in even the remotest sense. Anybody who knows what they are talking about agrees on that. Therefore, I discontinued the use of the word drug from my vocabulary. I call things by what they are. A mushroom is a mushroom, not a drug. Heroin is heroin, not a drug. My piece became a bit more distorted.

Finally, I began to take psychedelics. Psychedelic mushrooms were a favorite of mine. I began to mushroom hunt, and I found quite a few mushrooms. Gradually, I started tripping, and then, I didn’t stop. I began to use mushrooms a lot. I learned that not everybody reacts the same way to mushrooms. I tripped with a girl during prom. I gave her two grams of some cubes that I had found, and eventually, she went completely ballistic and insane. I was shocked at what a dose that, at the time, I believed was such a low dose, could do to a person. She had only tripped once or twice prior to the experience. Anyways, I took notice of this. I understood that everybody reacts differently, and I wanted to know why some people react this way and some people react that way. I couldn’t grasp the answer to that question. Yet, I had gathered an experience, data that further spurred my search for an insurmountable amount of knowledge. My piece became more distorted, and I had changed quite a bit.

I found a psychedelic mentor, and he became an influential figure in my life. Here was a person that I could obtain some of the answers to the questions that I had always been attempting to answer. He had been there and done that; he has a lot of experience. He showed me the ropes, taught me a few things, and gained a lot of respect from me.

And then, after quite a few mushroom trips, two things happened: a realization and a change. The realization revolved around the notion that my intentions needed to change. My intentions for taking mushrooms and smoking marijuana, once again, were to get fucked up, to escape. I realized that there was more to it than just this. My intentions were impure, and I wanted to make them pure. Therefore, I started using psychedelics as a way by which I could come into contact with the collective unconscious, the transcendent other, and the permeable mind. I used psychedelics as a way by which I could further search for this something that I had always been searching for. In other words, I used psychedelics to learn, not just to get fucked up. I stopped drinking alcohol and using other sorts of mind altering substances that I couldn’t learn from. My intentions now were pure. I didn’t understand the reasoning behind stopping alcoholic consumption, etc. All I knew is that I was making my intentions pure, but how was this act making my intentions pure? At the time, I didn’t know.

I said that a change happened, and this is what the change was: I started to have ridiculously psychedelic trips from marijuana. Marijuana used to just get me high; however, now, it would make me trip. It didn’t take much. A single hit is all I need to trip. I dug for the information, the reasoning as to why marijuana was now a psychedelic for me. I realized that there were two ways in which marijuana could be made psychedelic. Marijuana has the potential of being classically conditioned. When you trip on an originally powerful psychedelic and smoke marijuana while you are tripping, the marijuana becomes paired with the psychedelic response. In other words, the unconditioned stimulus, mushrooms, naturally elicits an unconditioned response, tripping. When you take a stimulus, marijuana, and pair it with the unconditioned stimulus, mushrooms, eventually, over a period of time, after numerous pairings, the conditioned stimulus, marijuana, will elicit a conditioned response, tripping, which is the unconditioned response that mushrooms originally elicit. Also, marijuana is known to have a psychedelic potential. You just need to be able to recognize this psychedelic potential in order to make marijuana a psychedelic. How can you recognize it though? By taking a lot of psychedelic, you condition your mind to think a certain way, to perceive in a different fashion. This, by and large, makes you psychedelic. Marijuana use will now be psychedelic because you know what to look out for. Your mind knows how to psychedelically function.

I started taking LSD, and I didn’t really discover much. The experiences were great, but I just didn’t learn much from them. I didn’t find LSD to be a useful ally. Therefore, I stopped taking LSD. The same goes for marijuana. It was great, but I just didn’t learn much from it. It is a psychedelic, but I don’t find it to be an extremely useful psychedelic. I treat every psychedelic trip like gold. I don’t want to waste any. I’d rather take some mushrooms and gain a lot, than take some LSD or marijuana and gain a little. Therefore, I strictly stuck to mushrooms.
I found another psychedelic mentor. He got me into DMT, something I had always wanted to give a go. And, oh, what a joy this was! DMT was amazing. I had truly found something here, something that I had been searching for, something that would give me the answers that I needed. I used it, and I used it, and I searched, and I searched. This psychedelic mentor was a key asset to my psychedelic journey, and he provided a lot of answers and knowledge, and therefore, he, too, gained a lot of respect from me.

Finally, I had awakened a mental illness within myself. Whether it came about from psychedelic use or not, I am not sure. I know the reason as to why it got awakened. It was my environment. I began to live in a dorm and that drove me nuts, literally nuts. I’m a bit of a loner; psychedelics have made me that way. Anyways, I couldn’t stand living in a dorm. However, I loved where I lived. I was right by the coast. I loved the environmental atmosphere, and I took advantage of it. Tripping was excellent at this place, and I was loving life. The mental illness brought me down a bit. However, the bringing about of the mental illness meant that I was going far; a mental impairment is only that because society makes it that. If you do something that the majority doesn’t like, then they will label you with a mental illness. My piece was becoming extremely distorted and could hardly fit in the puzzle.

I had used a lot of DMT. I was searching. I knew that I was close, oh so close. Recently, I had taken a five dried gram mushroom trip, a trip that had a profound impact on me. This is the trip that I recently mentioned in a previous DMT trip report. I had reached something, and that something was nirvana. I had locked myself in my closet. I entangled myself in glory, and to mark this point in time, to establish this achievement, I took a lighter and burnt my closet wall. That burn mark is very symbolic for me. I knew that I was almost there. My journey was almost over.

I was no longer living by the coast. I was land locked. The worst part is that the cultural environment that exists where I’m at now is disgusting. It’s a compilation of a bunch of egotistical beer drinkers, who have no idea which end is up and which is down. In other words, the area that I live in now is extremely unpsychedelic. Therefore, my mental illness got triggered even worse. It was driving me crazy. I felt like I was breaking. To make things worse, a good friend of mine called and told me that one of my favorite friends had attempted to kill himself. This favorite friend of mine understood the psychedelic experience. I had tripped with him more than I had tripped with anybody else. He’s a unique guy; I have never met a person who is remotely like him. He used to be a huge acid head. It turns out that he got a girl pregnant, and he thought that his world had ended. He took a lot of pills, trying to kill himself. Luckily, intervention was taken, and a person called for medical help. He got his stomach pumped and survived.

I don’t have any good friends up here. Well, I do, but they’re not quite exactly what I’m used to. I do live with one of my favorite friends, but he’s really into doing homework, so our interaction time is restricted. Anyways, life had been climaxing; I was feeling horrible. I had just witnessed a dog being run over by a car. I heard a huge squeal, looked out my window, and saw a dog with blood spurting out of her neck, struggling to move around. The dog eventually passed away. The owner, who witnessed the whole event, was in hysterics. My heart plummeted. It was one of the worst scenes I had ever witnessed. I couldn’t take it anymore. I hate where I live. I hate not having any like minded people to communicate face to face with. I hate how everybody is obsessed with getting fucked up in this area. On top of it all, one of the most interesting people that I know attempted suicide. Life was not going well for me. My mental illness was horrible, at its absolute worst. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t think. I was at the bottom of an extremely dark well, not being able to discern the top. I needed help.

Therefore, I smoked DMT. I was going to visit some of the only beings that understood me, the Self-Transforming Machine Elves. I went ahead and loaded a very large bowl. I went in my closet, where it was completely dark. It was midday, and I needed help, and I knew that the only beings that could help me were the Elves. I wanted them, for I needed them. There I sat in my closet Indian-styled. I didn’t spend any time meditating. I needed the Elves right now. I began to vaporize my DMT. I did this for a long time, a very long time. I waited until my pipe started screaming. I hit the pipe as hard as I could. The hit was enormous, a perfect first hit. I followed it up with a tiny hit. I was down and out. I had dropped the pipe on the carpet, and I had fallen back onto my pillow. Visuals rapidly greeted me. The trip was going to be a Breakthrough. I knew it. Without wasting much time, I pushed through the visuals.

I was in Elf-land. Loads of Elves were all around me, and they were carrying barrels for some weird reason. They had grins on their faces. They had been expecting me. I could tell. They were looking very friendly. With all my might, I had concentrated on getting my message across. I said, “Help. I need help.” They looked at me, and I looked back at them. They stopped moving their barrels around. While they were looking at me, I knew what they were looking for. They were looking for something, and I had to consent to their will, so they could find what they were looking for.

Therefore, I opened up myself to them. I let them view my soul. I let them view everything, my life. I let their gaze enter me, myself, and I. Everything that I had been suffering from lately, everything that was upsetting and pestering me, I made visible to them. It was hard for me to figure out how to open myself up at first. Suddenly, it just clicked. I knew how to open up my soul. Literally, my soul opened up. It was as if my soul was a clam, and I willingly had opened up my clam, my soul. Everything was now made viewable to the Elves. All of them studied me intently. They all took a look at what was going on.

And then, the most miraculous thing happened: an Elf entered me. The Elf was male and very friendly. Suddenly, after he entered me, my soul closed back up. The Elf was inside of me. He was living off of my soul, as if he was a friendly parasite. I loved him, and he loved me. The other Elves looked back at me and smiled. I knew it was time to go. I knew that they had given me help. They had given me one of their kin.

I entered back into my body, and it was weird. I didn’t feel the same. I felt different, better. I knew what was going on. The Elf was still inside of me. He had come back with me to ordinary reality to help guide me through my current struggles. I was grateful for his help and for the courteous act. I had a conversation with him. My voice would speak, and then, another voice would answer inside of my own head. It was the Elf, the one that possessed me for a certain period of time to lead me through my struggling life. I got up after having a long conversation with the Elf in my closet and made my way to my marker board.

I didn’t write on it. The Elf did. On my marker board is written, “There’s an Elf inside of you. Don’t forget to take me back.” I wasn’t freaked out. I firmly believe that there was an Elf inside of me. Some people may call me crazy, delusional. Some may believe that I’m a schizophrenic. However, I’m none of those. I’m not a hippy or a dirty hippy either, which I have sometimes been called. I am a psychonaut.

The Elf helped me get past the next couple of days. Sometimes, I would converse with him, and sometimes I would let him rest. He was a big help, a good friend. Finally, one night while I was reading, my phone rang. It was my friend who had tried committing suicide! Enthusiastically, I picked up the phone. He was coming to my place with his girlfriend, and we were all going to trip on mushrooms. I knew that the Elf had arranged this. Something weird was going to happen that night. I was going to find something. I knew it, and I was ready for it. I knew that this was the night, the night in which I would take the Elf back and set him free in his natural habitat.

The night arrived, and it was magic. My friends came over, and another boy I knew came as well. He wanted to partake in the experience, and I had no objection. We were going to have a group trip at a lake. We were going to camp there. I brought my raft, surfboard, and tent along. Also, I brought my camera to capture the experience. We drove to the lake and found a good spot to camp. We all dosed. My friend’s girlfriend ate 2.5 grams of Cambodian Cubes. My friend ate 3.5 grams of Cambodian Cubes. The other boy ate 2.5 grams of Cambodians. I have a large variety of psychedelic mushrooms. I have many strains present. However, as I have mentioned before, the one strain that I am most fond of is Aria 51. Therefore, I went ahead and ate 2.5 grams of my Aria 51 cubes. They were ones that I had grown from a spore print taken from a wild cube in Aria 51. One of my psychedelic mentors gave me the print, and I have guarded it most safely. Finally, I brought the strain into cultivation. I have cloned this Aria 51 mushroom, and I ingested this one, along with others, during the group trip. It is very potent.

Some people react differently to different strains. Aria 51 is extremely psychedelic for me, just like the Penis Envy is very psychedelic for Terence McKenna. I just love Aria 51. One of my teachers really likes Malabars. Everybody’s different. Anyways, the Aria 51 strain works for me; it does the trick. I knew the night was going to be magic. I had taken some DMT with me, too.

We started off the night by gathering some firewood. Fires are illegal, but oh well. We were cold, and no authorities really stay at the park when it’s late. We started to trip. Everybody did; everybody except for the girl. She kept on saying that she wasn’t tripping, and that it takes a lot of mushrooms to make her trip. Internally, I laughed at this. My good friend and I went for a swim in the lake. The water was a little chilly, but it wasn’t too bad. The stars were out, and man, it was a beautiful night. I brought my surfboard out with me. I paddled out pretty far, and lied down on my board with my chest to the sky. I put my arms behind my head, viewing the glorious sky and all of the many stars in it.

It was excellent. The trip was great. Everything was peaceful, and I was saying to myself, “Man, this is beautiful.” I stayed out there for a while, and then I paddled back towards shore. I got out and joined my friends by the fire. I put on a ’95 Phish show. My good friend and I were having an intense, psychedelically related conversation, talking about DMT and Self-Transforming Machine Elves. I told him that I had brought some. His eyes lit up. I explained to him that I had a mission, to set free an Elf. I told him that I was going to return the Elf to his natural habitat. He knew I was serious; he knew what I was talking about.

I told him about D.M. Turner, and his theory about how he believes that DMT is a water molecule. I said I tried putting the theory to the test once, but that it just didn’t work. We were going to put the theory to the test again. I told him that as soon as I was done with my trip, he could give the DMT a go, for there’s loads of resin in my pipe. Everything was great. We got in the raft, the three of us, myself, my good friend, and his girlfriend. The other boy went on a walk with one of his friends who showed up. We had mushrooms for him, but he didn’t want to take them. He had an Abercrombie shirt on! The girl still claimed that she wasn’t tripping! We were going to let her have a tiny DMT trip, and so, we took her with us. There was plenty of resin for all. She couldn’t get wet and was really paranoid about getting in the raft. I assured her that I wouldn’t let her get wet, and that if we drifted too far off course, then I would get out of the raft and swim the raft back to shore. I forgot to bring a paddle!

We set out. My good friend and I dragged out the raft. The girl was sitting in the raft. We got to where the water was waist deep, we jumped in and let the current take control of the situation. Everything was great. I was very comfortable with these two people. Well, eventually, I started vaporizing the DMT. I was in the front of the raft, he in the middle, and she in the rear. I saw all of the pure DMT turn into smoke. I waited until the pipe started screaming, and then, I hit it! I hit it once more, and I was done. My friend caught the pipe. I was out and about; my head was dangling off of the raft.

The DMT noise was outrageous. It was loud, blaring. Rapidly, visuals greeted my scene, and then, I felt my soul attempting to depart from my body, struggling to get out of its shell. I got out of it, the Elf alongside me, and started traveling to Elf-land. I was there; I was at an Elf anthill. There were very many Elf ants all around the anthill. Some were going inside, while others were coming out. They were bustling about to and fro. I watched this scene for a while, and then, I got my mind together.

I knew what I had to do; I had to release the Elf back into his natural habitat. I concentrated very hard with all my might, with all my power. I opened up my soul again. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the Elf to leave me. He was such a great help, such a good friend. Willingly, he entered my life when I needed somebody to enter it the most. When I most needed a good friend to have a healthy conversation with, he came. I loved him, and I learned that he loved me too. I didn’t want him to depart, and I did want him to depart. I wanted him to stay because I loved him, and I wanted him to depart because I loved him. Selfish motives were at the center of me wanting him to stay, and unselfish motives were at the center of me wanting him to go. As much as I wanted him to stay, I knew that I had to let him go.

I knew that he would be most happy in his natural environment, in Elf-land. Therefore, I opened up my soul and let him go. A massive Elf ant crawled out of me, and I knew it was him. He had simply transformed. I mean to say, after all, we were at an Elf anthill, and therefore, he had to change his look in order to be environmentally well adjusted. He said, “Thank you,” and I said, “Good bye.” I miss him.

I got back into my body, and I could hear the girl say, “Is he dead?” I laughed and got up, telling them that I had set him free. My good friend was ready for a go, and I vaporized the pipe for him. He hit it once and was knocked. I sat there, staring into the sky at the stars, while my friend was having a DMT trip. And then, I finally realized, I finally realized it!

The link, the one that I believe exists between psychedelic mushrooms and DMT, was made visible. That night I had broken through on life. That night I had broken through into another world. That night was magic. I had broken through on DMT, and I had broken through on mushrooms. The combination of the two yielded me a dual breakthrough, which I have decided to call the naturally occurring tryptamine breakthrough. It is something so unique, so blissful, so overwhelming, and so awe inspiring. I understood the world. I understood the human. I understood the Elf. I understood that anything is everything and everything is anything. My mind was moving at hyper speed, thinking of one entity and then another. As it would go from one thing to another thing, I would realize that the second thing is related to the first thing. Evolutionary understanding was brought about. A pencil is related to water, a human is related to an Elf, a dog is related to a potted plant. I saw this.

I was lying across the raft, and I was staring at the sky. I understood that I would’ve never reached this state of mind if I hadn’t taken mushrooms and DMT. The DMT Breakthrough is what allowed me to Breakthrough on mushrooms. My journey, the reason as to why I started taking psychedelics in the first place, I felt, was complete. This psychedelic adventure was coming to a close. I had gained that piece of knowledge that I was looking for. My search was not in vain; I had found the treasure chest. I was about to open it up, and then, my good friend came out of his DMT trip, which he quite enjoyed. The girl still said that she was not tripping. Of course, she was, but she said she wasn’t. Therefore, we offered her some DMT, and she accepted. We vaporized it for her, handed her the pipe, and she hit it. I know that she had to be tripping. The second hand smoke got to me! She still was determined to say that she wasn’t tripping! She was getting worried now, and she said that we were too far away from shore. We told her to relax. My friend and I began to vaporize the DMT pipe again. We smoked it for quite some time, passing it back and forth, as if we were smoking a bowl of bud.

This isn’t the way I recommend smoking DMT, but this night was magic, and I knew that this was what I needed to do. I finally understood. Gradually, I was opening up the treasure chest. We talked to each other. I told him that I was experiencing something I had never experienced before. He understood. The girl renewed her attempts to get us to go back to shore, and I, being a man of my word, got out of the raft, only to find out that I couldn’t stand! We were quite far from shore and the water was chilly, but I didn’t care. I started swimming back towards shore, taking the raft in one of my hands, while paddling with the other and my legs. They laughed at me. I laughed also. I was in bliss.

I finally got us back to shore. The girl didn’t get wet at all. I lied on the shore, staring at the stars, and then, it struck me, the treasure chest. I had found nirvana! I had found an externally internal world, a place intrinsically comprised and compiled of freedom, liberation from pain, worry, complications, musing, and wondering. If I would’ve died then, I would’ve been happy, extremely happy. I knew it; I knew everything. “So, this is what all of those people have reached,” I said to myself. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. I knew that this was nirvana. I knew that this was what the mystics, the religious explorers, the shamans, the gurus, and the accomplished psychonauts talk about. This was that world. This was enlightenment, and I knew this nirvana was going to be permanent. Sure enough, it has never left me.

I couldn’t believe it. My search was over. I had found what I was looking for. After having well over one hundred psychedelic experiences, I reached my goal, nirvana. I simply understood. Only when you experience it, only when you are in that world, can you explain it so precisely and accurately, and only when you have experienced it, can you understand and thoroughly comprehend it. It’s just one of those things. I am retired now, retired from this psychedelic adventure that I, once upon a time, set out on, for I have found what I was once looking for: comfort, tranquility, and a peaceful heart.

I found myself, and I was uninterpreted.

The ordinary world is so psychedelic, just as psychedelic, if not more psychedelic, than the extraordinary world. You can only understand this once you have tripped numerous times, for the psychedelic experience will rewire your brain, your thinking process. The psychedelic experience shows you that you have been preconditioned by culture to perceive and interpret the world in a certain aspect. You are so familiar with this interpretation to where you do not even question it. This interpretation becomes the norm. Once you experience the psychedelic terrain, you become aware that you have simply been preconditioned by this interpretation, and since this interpretation is perceived as being normal, since you are used to this world all the time, you come to the conclusion that this world is unpsychedelic. The sky is blue. Everybody knows that. However, what if the sky was yellow and the sun was blue? If this were the case, then a blue sky would be very psychedelic. And see here! This is what the psychedelic experience does. It shows you that a blue sky is very psychedelic, just as psychedelic as a yellow sky. You just don’t understand this because you have always seen a blue sky and not a yellow one. However, as soon as you see a yellow sky, the blue sky is what becomes psychedelic! In other words, the more you trip, the more you begin to understand how psychedelic the ordinary world is, and then, you don’t have any other reason to trip.

For now, I am done, done with this psychedelic adventure; however, that’s not to say that I won’t embark on another one sometime soon.

This concludes The DMT Chronicles....... for now.

 

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