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Thank you so much for the in-depth report @Kaleida, I will also be taking some time to fully re-read and unpack it all (mainly because I’m on DOC right now and reading is more difficult than it is for me sober)

I just wanted to thank you a lot for writing these kinds of reports, because they are incredibly interesting, profound, and enjoyable to read.
I’m not sure if you know this (and I definitely haven’t mentioned it in the public forums before) but your reports are actually what got me to first make an account on Bluelight.
I saw someone mention your reports on Reddit, and I recall that I had to make an account to either go to your profile go use the search engine and find them.
I then logged back in a while later to ask @Xorkoth a question about DOC, and I am now fatefully trying DOC for the first time today while visiting him & his girlfriend in person.
And now, I obviously help run the site and the Discord and everything.

Basically where I am going with this, is thank you for writing up all of your experiences. They are incredibly informative, interesting, profound, and fun to read. And you probably impact a lot more people than you realize with them. Thank you @Kaleida, you truly are an awesome and incredible person.

Thank you for the heartfelt post @arrall, it was a bit overwhelming to read. I am very happy that you have gotten something out of my reports and I appreciate you sharing your story of how you first arrived here because of me as well. As you might imagine, I can relate to it very strongly as I was just following the people who came before me as well and some of the same people who inspired me to get into trip reporting are still active here on the forum as well. We all have our newbie phases and our veteran phases and I often still feel like a newcomer compared to some other people I've known and still know, but I'm also glad to be inspiring others to follow in the same footsteps that led me to where I am and be able to gain the same sorts of benefits that I personally was able to gain by following in those same steps before. I don't mean to completely push your compliments off onto others but I do feel very similarly about the people who inspired to me become the person I am today.

I am somewhat aware that my trips reports have influence. I have been doing this long enough to have encountered or been approached by a number of people who told me that I was their favorite trip reporter or that I inspired them to explore themselves to gain understanding of themselves in similar ways like I try to, or, if you can believe it, to tell me that they've obtained a new drug that's never been written about before and they wanted my opinion on what it might do before taking it, despite never having even met me before that. I do my best to craft my experiences and writing in a way that will help others in addition to being satisfying for myself, and it makes me very happy and also appreciative that there are people out there who like what I do and/or feel inspired to do the same because of it, and I certainly empathize with that kind of mindset of someone who would read my trip reports and be inspired in that way and remember my own days of that sort fondly. I hope that anyone who feels a connection with my work and reads this or anything else I write feels free to reach out to me about it or anything at any time, as I enjoy connecting with others and will very gladly talk about any of the topics that I focus on myself in the things I write about of course. I could not have gotten to where I am today if others were not willing to do the same and help others such as myself, and it's the least I can do to pay it forward, and I just enjoy doing it.

I hope your DOC trip was lovely. :)

And take all the time you need to respond to anything I said of course.
 
@JackARoe

I don't mean to overload you but I thought of something else seemingly potentially relevant that I thought you might appreciate because of what we were talking about in the other thread about living alternate lifetimes on salvia.

Around the time I described in my recent post here when I was experiencing that stuff related to "Heaven" and "Hell" and whatnot, I was also very interested in the concept of living for extreme amounts of time in a short amount of actual time passed on a trip, and I was trying to find as many reports as I could of anyone describing such an experience on any substance. This is one I came across from smoked DMT on Erowid, "A Week in Etherea."

I took a hit. Nothing. I take a second hit. Exhale. At once the familiar faint whisper can be heard in the distance. It slowly grows in volume. A third hit. The pace quickens, the sound now a roar. I now feel confident in my trajectory towards a breakthrough, yet I feel the compulsion to go deeper. I uneasily take a fourth and final hit. The whisper has becoming deafening, yet it continues to intensify at an accelerating rate. It grows to unbelievable intensity, breezing past the physical limits of hearing unfazed. Physical limits no longer had jurisdiction.

With a bang I find myself thrust instantly into a reality far stranger than the one I had left. The material world is gone; I can not see, hear, or feel anything within it. The roar continues, but I do not notice it. Still reeling from the quickness with which home had disappeared I begin to observe my surroundings. It's a pleasant place. A sense of warmth and relaxation washes over me. The atmosphere exudes happiness and love. An infinite landscape of geometric perfection lies before me. This world is not confined to the laws of three dimensions; one is not limited to two axes of movement when walking along the ground. The world itself was composed of billions of discrete structures, folded, contorted manifolds of shifting colors and immense beauty.

I come to notice the roar once again, it is rapidly disappearing. The alien dimension before me begins to fade and I can make out some features of home. Grass, hills, a fence. Before I could find disappointment in what seemed to be the end of a very short trip, I find myself solidly in the alien dimension once again. Little did I know, these brief glimpses of the familiar world would occasionally return and prove crucial in the struggle to maintain my sanity.

I explored for what seemed like hours, passing through and over the strange topography. Occasionally I would sense the presence of an immense intellect, a noncorporeal being of warmth and positivity. A grouping of seemingly distinct objects in the distance began to shimmer, then coalesce into an incomprehensible form which I intuitively recognized as the physical manifestation of such a being. It did not seem to have any interest in me. I could understand such disinterest, I must be the least notable thing for miles in this place. As I continued to explore I noticed the realm began to darken. It darkened. It darkened more. It reached perfect blackness. It darkened more.

This was night. I did not like night. Darkness extended into infinity. This was not black as a color, it was black as the utter absence of light. This was advanced darkness. I found myself in incredible discomfort. Hopelessness, terror, and despair emanated from the depths of the infinite blackness before me. An indistinct shape, equally black, lurked in the depths deep below me. Without warning, a humanoid figure the size of a skyscraper lunges up towards me. Its entire head unhinges, a gaping maw shimmering with millions of spiralling, white, razor sharp teeth. It lunges upward and snaps at me relentessly. More of them appear. There are now five of these monstrosities of unimaginable evil attacking me from the invisible depths below. I endured this abject terror for hours. Eventually, light and color began to gradually return to this plane.

The dawn of the second day was bittersweet. Intense relief to have survived the night was countered by questions of how much longer this could last. I was already 24 hours into a 15 minute trip and I had no way of knowing how much was left. On the second day I once again found myself a wanderer in the same land of awe-inspiring beauty. Again, I could sense the presence of beings around me, and again they coalesced into material forms. Today was different; they were now interested in me. They swarmed around me and I felt the glow of incredible wordless empathy and infinite kindness. They knew what I had been through. I enjoyed the beauty of this world and unspoken comradery of these beings for hours. Darkness began to fall once more. I panicked. My friends offered wordless support and affirmations of my safety.

Night had fallen once more. I was alone. Immediately the physical onslaught from below began with the same voracity as the previous night. Tendrils of darkness reached from the depths of all directions and wrapped around me, trapping me. They worked their way into my mind and began to infect my thoughts with negativity. You are going to die. You will suffer here for eternity. There is no hope. In a surprising moment of clarity I realized that the body I left behind on earth was hyperventilating. I spent the remainder of the night focusing on slowing my breathing. This could not bring me back to earth, but it served as a reminder that this realm of suffering was not all existence. Dawn.

The third day was relatively uneventful. Or at least as uneventful as exploration of ineffable realms of infinite beauty could be. I had stopped seeing flashes of reality; the last one had been near the end of the second day. As darkness began to fall I found myself worrying. Up until this point I had an unfaltering confidence that this was a trip and that it would end. After three days this began to wear thin. Would I be trapped here forever? Am I dead? I remember that on Earth I had seen and heard of people enduring equally intense trips and returning, but that was from the perspective of a third party viewer. The trip had already extended what I knew could be no longer than 15 minutes into a full three days, was it not reasonable to believe that it could stretch that 15 minutes into eternity? I remained confident that my friends would see me return in 15 minutes, but how long would that seem to me? A week? A month? Years? Eternity? Darkness fell.

Night brought with it its usual cohort of monstrosities and terror. I was able to fare much better this night, however. Rather than simply endure, I began to cope. I focused on positivity. I spent hours enumerating everything good in my life and expressing gratitude. Identifying each person in my life and the good things they have to say about me provided an enormous comfort. The darkness faded.

I was unable to appreciate the fourth day. Instead it served as a reminder that I was not done, that another night would come. I was stuck here. I could not leave. I did not have control. I did not know when I could leave. I did not know if I could leave. Darkness fell.

On the fourth night I broke. I could not accept that this was happening to me. I could not refute that this was happening. It was easier to accept that I did not exist than to accept that this was happening to me. Ego death. Instantly, the concept of me shattered. I had no mind, I had no thoughts, I had no body, I had no emotion. There was no me.

The loss of self proved a useful coping mechanism. The final three days and nights occurred. Visually, they were much the same as the previous days. I did not experience joy or terror because I did not exist to feel them. I wish that I could describe this portion of the trip better, but ego death is simply unrelatable. It cannot be described in terms of how I felt because I did not exist to feel it.

On the seventh day my sense of self began to return. The periodic flashes of reality returned and gradually became longer and more frequent over the course of the day. Eventually I found myself back on earth full-time. I was still having intense hallucinations; the views around me shifted and undulated, but they were familiar. Within a few minutes, all hallucinations had stopped. I was done.

15 minutes had passed.

I hadn't been thinking about this report in relation to the things I said about salvinorin A and oral Δ9-THC, until it occurred to me to consider the potential similarities to what I described from those substances and the ways they seem to be opposite parallels to one another for me in the fact that this person's supposed extremely time-dilated DMT trip seemed to explicitly bounce back and forth between daytime, which is described as a beautiful fractal landscape of harmony, companionship, and safety, and a directly contrasted nighttime, which is described as a dark, black, terrifying, painful void of monstrous torture, which does very distinctly remind me of the qualities I associated with my experiences with oral Δ9-THC and salvinorin A, respectively. However, imagine my surprise when, something I had completely forgotten about, when re-reading it again just now, I discovered that about halfway through the report, the author explicitly writes: "In a surprising moment of clarity I realized that the body I left behind on earth was hyperventilating. I spent the remainder of the night focusing on slowing my breathing. This could not bring me back to earth, but it served as a reminder that this realm of suffering was not all existence."

To keep this post short and simple, I basically wanted to come here to propose an additional idea, which is the following: perhaps the experience I noted from oral Δ9-THC is reflective of the brain process involved in breathing out reaching some sort of mental breaking point, perhaps the experience I noted from salvinorin A is reflective of the brain process involved in breathing in reaching some sort of mental breaking point, and perhaps psychedelics, by mimicking the implications of carbon dioxide at the 5-HT2A receptor, can stimulate breathing in general, like in a way that would lead to hyperventliation when activated very strongly and like one would expect from carbon dioxide flooding your lungs and brain, and perhaps that kind of more general stimulation of breathing function can also cause both of the individual "breathing out" and "breathing in" functions to reach their mental breaking points alternatingly, as opposed to just bringing one or the other to a peak point like perhaps oral Δ9-THC and salvinorin A are doing for me?

What I mean to suggest is, perhaps this entire seven-day trip report actually takes place within the span of seven breaths out and seven breaths in, which I would propose may have been situated specifically between the fourth and final toke of DMT they took and the moment when they reached the peak of the experience, with complete ego death. I would essentially propose that what happened is that in real life, they took the fourth hit, started hyperventilating, noticed within a few breaths that their body was doing that, immediately started working on slowing their breath and calming down, allowing them to reach ego dissolution within a few more breaths, and calming their hyperventilation enough that their breathing did slow to a degree that their "breathing out" and "breathing in" functions were no longer reaching their mental breaking points, thus ending the experience, and that up to that point, the psychological implications of those breaking points being reached back and forth were such that they interpreted the entire short-lived event as involving an enormous amount of narrative content like a dream or however these drugs happen to weave such vivid stories in our minds, and that narrative was explicitly framed around the alternating drift into and out of the "daytime" (like the white light?) and the "nighttime" (like the black void?) because that's the kind of cyclical rotation between light and dark that the human brain has become adapted through evolution to understand, or, you know... whatever.

Perhaps, perhaps?

I also remembered and thought it might be worth mentioning that the salvia trip had by Ari Shaffir, the one which was the inspiration for that other thread being started in the first place, included the following passage to describe how the experience ended:

That's when they started pulling me back into this existence. But what they didn't know was that I couldn't breath air any more. I had forgotten how after breathing underwater for so long.

I had to relearn the experience of breathing.

The entire report is in my first post in that thread.

I don't recall Steve Cantwell describing something breathing-related in his salvia trip, although perhaps it's worth noting that his trip did seem to only end at the moment that he accepted the thought of leaving his old life behind in his alternate reality new life, which is, you know, similar to giving up on breathing I suppose?

Anyway, I just wanted to share all of that while it was on my mind. I'm still not trying to say anything with certainty, just intending to put more ideas out there for you to consider which I feel may relate back to the topic at hand, and other topics elsewhere as well.

Still no rush on anything of course should you choose to respond to anything at all. :)

But, for the record this is one of the ways I like to tear apart the supposed extreme time dilation experiences. The question is basically: does the story have believable elements that would be expected from a trip like that, to an extent that could be reasonably described as being hard to expect someone to be able to accurately make up and insert into the story if none of the story were actually true or if it were highly embellished? The more I can analyze every single aspect of the trip and still think it sounds like a real trip, the more it certainly at least seems to make it hard for me to deny that the story might actually be true, no matter how much I might find myself resistant to accepting some of the other details that were included in the story, like utterly extreme time dilation. At least, that's been my strategy and thinking so far. I try not to go too far and look for details that may not be there just for the sake of trying to prove the reality of something that may indeed be fake too, but so far I don't think the observations I made about some of these experiences here or elsewhere are entirely unreasonable. Just wanted to throw that out there too.
 
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