firdous e bareen
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 16, 2012
- Messages
- 38
This trip report is more of an amalgamation of all the breakthrough experiences I've had with DMT. It's hard to pinpoint which details correspond to specific experiences, but I feel that this description captures a lot of what these experiences are like, at least for me.
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I’m being fanned with fractal visuals by entities to the sound of a pervasive buzz/hum. The entities are like circus performers from another dimension. They are intensely interested in me; they gesture for attention, offer me gifts, and have a loving, motherly and cheeky vibe to them. They seem to be whispering secrets to me, but it’s as if the information is being conveyed not through speech or text, but by their extra-dimensional form of sign language. It feels like meaning and messages are being fed to me or downloaded directly, and the feeling which accompanies this is an unprecedented level of awe and astonishment.
The fractal visuals being fanned are insanely beautiful – they are streams of complex, even impossible, geometry; unfolding and transforming very quickly. The visuals are jewelled and painted with a secret alien language – like a hybrid of Sanskrit, Hebrew, Arabic and Egyptian hieroglyhpics.
The visuals being fanned expand and envelop me, landing me into a 3D dimensional space - a room constantly folding into other rooms. The walls, floor and ceiling are flowing with sharp, neon, idiosyncratic patterns, and the rooms fold into each other in unbelievable ways, again, seeming impossible. It’s like a 4th dimensional Escher world in constant, fluid motion.
Eventually the entities retreat and bid me farewell. The message they express at this point is “Voila, now you know, please come again soon”. They grin and laugh as the grand cosmic joke is revealed and I am filled with contentment, bliss, gratitude and humility.
Then I gain awareness of my body and the fact that I smoked DMT. I open my eyes and it’s like jumping out of water after holding my breath. Golden, layered geometric patterns crawl on the walls and ceiling in the room and I remain filled with awe and begin to laugh. It’s like a choir of angels is singing and I start to experience the most incredible euphoria and feeling of sheer astonishment. As the visuals fade further, slow down and decrease in complexity, I say “Wow! Oh my God! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
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I’m being fanned with fractal visuals by entities to the sound of a pervasive buzz/hum. The entities are like circus performers from another dimension. They are intensely interested in me; they gesture for attention, offer me gifts, and have a loving, motherly and cheeky vibe to them. They seem to be whispering secrets to me, but it’s as if the information is being conveyed not through speech or text, but by their extra-dimensional form of sign language. It feels like meaning and messages are being fed to me or downloaded directly, and the feeling which accompanies this is an unprecedented level of awe and astonishment.
The fractal visuals being fanned are insanely beautiful – they are streams of complex, even impossible, geometry; unfolding and transforming very quickly. The visuals are jewelled and painted with a secret alien language – like a hybrid of Sanskrit, Hebrew, Arabic and Egyptian hieroglyhpics.
The visuals being fanned expand and envelop me, landing me into a 3D dimensional space - a room constantly folding into other rooms. The walls, floor and ceiling are flowing with sharp, neon, idiosyncratic patterns, and the rooms fold into each other in unbelievable ways, again, seeming impossible. It’s like a 4th dimensional Escher world in constant, fluid motion.
Eventually the entities retreat and bid me farewell. The message they express at this point is “Voila, now you know, please come again soon”. They grin and laugh as the grand cosmic joke is revealed and I am filled with contentment, bliss, gratitude and humility.
Then I gain awareness of my body and the fact that I smoked DMT. I open my eyes and it’s like jumping out of water after holding my breath. Golden, layered geometric patterns crawl on the walls and ceiling in the room and I remain filled with awe and begin to laugh. It’s like a choir of angels is singing and I start to experience the most incredible euphoria and feeling of sheer astonishment. As the visuals fade further, slow down and decrease in complexity, I say “Wow! Oh my God! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
