TheAppleCore
Bluelighter
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Aha! I got exactly what I was looking for.
After my transformation was completed by 4-AcO-DPT, I had refined my intentions. No longer did I seek states of ecstasy - nothing is to be gained by such a pursuit. Now, I simply sought knowledge. Information. Specifically, I wanted to know more about the stuff which makes everything - the thread by which everything is woven. Philosophical questions poked me, that is.
And so, in a very calculated manner, I first drank Syrian Rue cold tea. A half hour later, I sniffed fifteen milligrams of DPT. I knew that the addition of an MAOI to DMT made it more memorable and comprehensible. I also knew that blasting off into DMT hyperspace was much more effective when departure was made from a suitable launch pad - a threshold dosage of DMT worked in the past, but I surmised that DPT would do just as well, and I was feeling experimental.
Then, in the pitch black, I drew DMT from my Vapor Genie. And, equally to my shock as my delight, there they were. The fabled DMT beings. The elves, the aliens, call them what you like. In addition, exactly like McKenna and others reported, they were trying to show me things! They held out their cupped hands, in which there were completely incomprehensible doo-hickeys. I was really, earnestly curious to find out more about these thingies for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that the beings themselves seemed to hold them in such high regard. There were numerous thingies, and I can't possibly recall half of them, but the most memorable were:
- Something resembling strands of DNA?
- A hand of cards, which was artfully fanned out before me.
- Something symbolizing the somethingness of nothing - an object which only existed because it was a cut-out from some stuff which pervaded all empty space, like the paper from which some shape was cut.
And, I can only conclude that these beings are real.
What? Is reality, which encompasses the human being, not strange enough to permit the existence of some other completely novel form of intelligence? I mean, think about it. Need you more proof than the damned bowl of cereal you eat for breakfast that the world is an endless mystery?
So there it is. My hypothesis is that some distant life form has been around longer than we have, and has had time to at least begin to develop a technology which takes advantage of quantum entanglement or something similar to span the vast distances between us. If we take the time to analyze these messages more thoroughly, we will discover their language, which will enable us to communicate so, so much more than spooky fans of cards and ponies with one eyeball.
Hush. There isn't any good reason to believe that they don't exist - even if we're wrong, at least we had fun exploring the possibility. The cool kids like to imagine.
This trip was a good reminder of a lesson that I'd learned numerous times in the past - psychedelics are not about brutalizing your ego with sheer dosage. My most eye-opening trip to date was achieved with what was actually a rather modest dose, considering the result I got. I had temporarily forgotten this lesson this evening, and was absolutely courageously bound and determined to shatter my ego as forcefully as I possibly could, barring all fear.
But, as I was vaporizing the DMT, and reached a certain point, I hit a fucking brick wall. Try as I might, brave as I was, it was completely impossible to get any higher, simply for the sheer force of the unimaginable pain that would greet me if I went any further. I knew, believe me I KNEW! how horrible it was to intake excessive DMT. A pain that, I'm guessing, rivals the most imaginative forms of torture. A pain that I am, to this day, shocked that I endured without any lasting psychological damage.
So, I stopped before I had planned to stop. And there it was that I met something that quenched my thirst for imagination more than I could have hoped. Now I'm really, REALLY intrigued. I can tell - I've got a lifetime's worth of exploration beckoning my curiosity deeper still.
P.S. I was absolutely NOT expecting this to occur, unlike the implication that my opening sentence might give. I had practically forgotten about the preexisting theory of alien intelligence opening up through DMT use.
After my transformation was completed by 4-AcO-DPT, I had refined my intentions. No longer did I seek states of ecstasy - nothing is to be gained by such a pursuit. Now, I simply sought knowledge. Information. Specifically, I wanted to know more about the stuff which makes everything - the thread by which everything is woven. Philosophical questions poked me, that is.
And so, in a very calculated manner, I first drank Syrian Rue cold tea. A half hour later, I sniffed fifteen milligrams of DPT. I knew that the addition of an MAOI to DMT made it more memorable and comprehensible. I also knew that blasting off into DMT hyperspace was much more effective when departure was made from a suitable launch pad - a threshold dosage of DMT worked in the past, but I surmised that DPT would do just as well, and I was feeling experimental.
Then, in the pitch black, I drew DMT from my Vapor Genie. And, equally to my shock as my delight, there they were. The fabled DMT beings. The elves, the aliens, call them what you like. In addition, exactly like McKenna and others reported, they were trying to show me things! They held out their cupped hands, in which there were completely incomprehensible doo-hickeys. I was really, earnestly curious to find out more about these thingies for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that the beings themselves seemed to hold them in such high regard. There were numerous thingies, and I can't possibly recall half of them, but the most memorable were:
- Something resembling strands of DNA?
- A hand of cards, which was artfully fanned out before me.
- Something symbolizing the somethingness of nothing - an object which only existed because it was a cut-out from some stuff which pervaded all empty space, like the paper from which some shape was cut.
And, I can only conclude that these beings are real.
What? Is reality, which encompasses the human being, not strange enough to permit the existence of some other completely novel form of intelligence? I mean, think about it. Need you more proof than the damned bowl of cereal you eat for breakfast that the world is an endless mystery?
So there it is. My hypothesis is that some distant life form has been around longer than we have, and has had time to at least begin to develop a technology which takes advantage of quantum entanglement or something similar to span the vast distances between us. If we take the time to analyze these messages more thoroughly, we will discover their language, which will enable us to communicate so, so much more than spooky fans of cards and ponies with one eyeball.
Hush. There isn't any good reason to believe that they don't exist - even if we're wrong, at least we had fun exploring the possibility. The cool kids like to imagine.
This trip was a good reminder of a lesson that I'd learned numerous times in the past - psychedelics are not about brutalizing your ego with sheer dosage. My most eye-opening trip to date was achieved with what was actually a rather modest dose, considering the result I got. I had temporarily forgotten this lesson this evening, and was absolutely courageously bound and determined to shatter my ego as forcefully as I possibly could, barring all fear.
But, as I was vaporizing the DMT, and reached a certain point, I hit a fucking brick wall. Try as I might, brave as I was, it was completely impossible to get any higher, simply for the sheer force of the unimaginable pain that would greet me if I went any further. I knew, believe me I KNEW! how horrible it was to intake excessive DMT. A pain that, I'm guessing, rivals the most imaginative forms of torture. A pain that I am, to this day, shocked that I endured without any lasting psychological damage.
So, I stopped before I had planned to stop. And there it was that I met something that quenched my thirst for imagination more than I could have hoped. Now I'm really, REALLY intrigued. I can tell - I've got a lifetime's worth of exploration beckoning my curiosity deeper still.
P.S. I was absolutely NOT expecting this to occur, unlike the implication that my opening sentence might give. I had practically forgotten about the preexisting theory of alien intelligence opening up through DMT use.
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