Conversations with myself on DMTWhilst I was living in the Australian desert; I found a native acacia tree that contained DMT. I had been hoping for years that one day a plant would cross my path so I... View MoreConversations with myself on DMTWhilst I was living in the Australian desert; I found a native acacia tree that contained DMT. I had been hoping for years that one day a plant would cross my path so I may try the extracted crystals. I had the opportunity a few years earlier in San Francisco but just did not feel comfortable at the time to take the plunge. When I realised what I had discovered in the Aussie desert I gathered a couple of close friends and we promptly set an evening to make love to the universe (independently of course). It was an evening of laughter, music,a beautiful sunset on the red desert sand and of course DiMiTri, the guest of honour. The low doses were hilarious confusion as we tried figure out the sandwich method. The moderate doses were infinite fractal musical visuals. Dogs by Pink Floyd, a 17 minute song felt like it zoomed on by in 30 of the most beautifully coloured seconds. However none of us went for gold and attempted a break through (nerves I guess). When I got home that evening I decided that I would do 1 more trip; on my own (what could go wrong; I’m in a great mood). What happened next has been the single most powerful thing I have ever experienced. I sat on the floor of my bedroom; in front of a full length mirror that was leaning against the wall…And watched myself smoke DMT. (I was feeling brave.)The first hit; long and slow hit me like a ton of bricks. In the mirror, everything around me turned to black swirling geometry. Fibonacci on steroids. The second hit; my face and body turned to clay. My black T-shirt began to shimmer and 3D tubes began to appear like a Windows screensaver. The third hit; my arms stopped working. I dropped the pipe and I heard…Allo Mate! I look up and it’s me. It’s me talking to me through the mirror. Fuck. The conversation I then went on to have with myself was beautiful. We spoke about the past and it’s traumas. And how on the inside I’m still me. How despite everything over the years; that small voice inside me still loves me. And I still love it… which is me. I never got to see behind the veil of reality. No machine elves from the 7th dimension.I don’t doubt that this substance can definitely get you there. But the healing I so clearly needed was given to me. The feeling of unconditional love. Afterwards I felt as if I had been given a giant cosmic cuddle. That feeling lasted a few days. Since then whenever I feel lost or alone in this big world I think back. It’s hard to feel alone when you’ve met not only the person who makes your thoughts but listens to them too. Love you all..@HippyDippyDane
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