I'm trying to condense this material so it's easier to get through...
the quotes taken from the individuals experiencing the effects of
DMT are not representative of one persons experience...what I've
posted is material from a dozen trips...I recently watched a doco
on string theory...and through the eyes of DMT experience,it shares
some interesting paraelles...anyway it's all food for thought...has anyone
tried DMT?
In this chapter, we begin following the spirit molecule into more unexpected
territory. This terrain is not so easy to recognize or understand
because the experiences are less clearly related to the thoughts, feelings,
and bodies of our volunteers. Rather, they suggest freestanding, independent
levels of existence about which we are at most only dimly aware.
Despite their strange nature, these excerpts are introductory. They
set the stage for the next layer of existence to which the spirit molecule
leads. "Where" is the backdrop, the scenery. "Who" gets to the core of
these matters. But first, let's get acquainted with the landscape.
Volunteers have referred to these places already. Marsha journeyed to
"the Taj Mahal," and Cassandra was yanked into "the crazy circus sideshow"
full of clowns and other beings. In this chapter, I will focus on this
issue of "where." Where does DMT take us by the hand and lead us to?
This is a necessary part of mapping the spirit molecule's territory.
At the most basic biological level was the perception of DNA and other
biological components.
I felt the DMT release my soul's energy and push it through the DNA.
It's what happened when I lost my body. There were spirals that reminded
me of things I've seen at Chaco Canyon. Maybe that was DNA. Maybe the
ancients knew that. The DNA is backed into the universe like space travel.
One needs to travel without one's body. It's ridiculous to think about space
travel in little ships.l
There were visuals at the peak, soft and geometric. They were 3-D circles
and cones with shading. They moved a lot. It was almost like looking at an
alphabet, but it wasn't English. It was like a fantasy alphabet, a cross
between runes and Russian or Arabic writing. It felt like there was some
information in it, like it was data. It wasn't just random.2
What's interesting is that I began experiencing sets of hallucinations,
and then I said to myself, "Ah, this is the Logos." There's the blue-yellow
core of meaning and semantics
It's like threads of words or DNA or something. They're all
around there, they're everywhere. After the blue amoebic shapes, there were
several pulsating places. I thought, "There are lots of these." It's a good
feeling. Then it breaks into a ruffled reality. When I looked around, it seemed
like the meaning or symbols were there. Some kind of core of reality where
all meaning is stored. I burst into its main chamber
It is! I don't know if it's because of my interest in computers or not, but
it seems like it's the raw bits of reality. It's a lot more than only ones and
zeros. It's a higher level, very potent bits.
Oh yeah, there were people and guides. I was with a Mexican family,
on a porch of a house in the desert. There was a garden scene outside. There
were kids and stuff. I was playing with the kids. I was part of the family. I
had a sense of an old man standing behind me or around me someplace. I
wanted to talk with him, but he let me know somehow that it was more
important to visit with the young girl. It was pretty laid-back, benign. It
seemed so natural and complete as it was happening. It wasn't a dream at
all. I thought, "It seems like a pretty common day," and then I stopped and
thought, "No, I'm tripping."
There were some black people, too, sort of pulling at me. There was a
curious feeling of being extracted. It was a jarring feeling. I was being
called away.
Trying to keep his train of thought going, I suggested, "It sounds like
something out of Carlos Castaneda's books.It does, doesn't it? No, I
hadn't thought of that.
That was real strange. There were a lot of elves. They were prankish,
ornery, maybe four of them appeared at the side of a stretch of interstate
highway I travel regularly. They commanded the scene, it was their terrain!
They were about my height. They held up placards, showing me these
incredibly beautiful, complex, swirling geometric scenes in them. One of
them made it impossible for me to move. There was no issue of control; they
were totally in control. They wanted me to look! I heard a giggling sound—
the elves laughing or talking at high-speed volume, chattering, twittering.
To get to that space I had to get through some sort of a non-benevolent
space. It felt like there were talons and claws there trying to guard it in a
way.
It started with a sound. It was high-pitched like a tightly taut wire.
There were four or five of them. They were on me fast. As crazy as this
sounds, they looked like saguaro cactus, very Peruvian in color. They were
flexible, fluid, geometrical cacti. Not solid. They weren't benevolent but
they weren't non-benevolent. They probed, they really probed. They seemed
to know time was limited. They wanted to know what I, this being who had
shown up, was doing. I didn't answer. They knew. Once they decided I was
okay, they went about their business.
There are surprising and remarkable consistencies among volunteers' reports
of contact with nonmaterial beings. Sound and vibration build until
the scene almost explosively shifts to an "alien" realm. Volunteers find
themselves on a bed or in a landing bay, research environment, or hightechnology
room. The highly intelligent beings of this "other" world are
interested in the subject, seemingly ready for his or her arrival and wasting
no time in "getting to work." There might be one particular being
clearly in charge, directing the others. Volunteers frequently comment
about the emotional quality of the relationships: loving, caring, or professionally
detached.
Their "business" appeared to be testing, examining, probing, and even
modifying the volunteer's mind and body. Sometimes testing came first,
and after results were satisfactory, further interactions took place. They
also communicated with the volunteers, attempting to convey information
by gestures, telepathy, or visual imagery. The purpose of contact was uncertain,
but several subjects felt a benevolent attempt on the beings' part
to improve us individually or as a race.
