Tour Through a Hyperspatial Throne Tunnel

I have finished work early today and even though it’s only been 3 days I have been thinking about going back a LOT.  I want to be able to take enough to get a spinning marquis and see if we are back to alien language or if there are any more messages.

But, I find myself lacking in guts.

So, I thought I would try a warmup dose of 10 mgs.  It turned into so much more.

7 mins in.  Perhaps a scale error.  Perhaps some residue from the last trip, though before that one I had thoroughly cleaned my GVG.  It seemed like the effects were more than 10 mgs could offer but I am coming to learn that in this older phase of life I am more visionary than ever.

I know eyeballing is no gauge but my DMT has been finely chopped endless times by a razor to create a fairly even looking powder.  Not much of this powder was dumped into the pipe.  It looked like the kind of quantity that engendered no overt anxiety.

The comeup involved very little conscious body load.  There was a black background and a multicolored spinning geometric gigantic flower that I kind of fell into.

In very little time I was taking a zero-G tour through an odd 3D sinuous space full of polished, passive. anthropomorphic, gender free or gender fluid entities sitting on thrones against the walls.  

The word “room” is incorrect.  It was more like a wide bore 3D sinuous kind of tunnel.  Think of being inside a 3D underground ant colony, what those tunnels might look like.  I got a tour through this space with no volition or control.  I floated by and around but could not control speed or direction.

I heard my husband make an odd sound and very much wanted to ask, “Are you okay?” but could not gain control of my throat or mouth at all.  I soon let this go, hoping for the best (all was well).

The complexity of all the polished, well lit rainbow stuff coming off of these guys was ridiculous.  They looked amazing, gorgeous and ridiculous at the same time.

There were strips or layers of material on their faces mainly of lavender and blue colors.  These thin strips of material hugged the shape of their faces.  Within these strips of material were many shiny, silver geometric objects.  These strips would radiate out/off from the entities and dissipate then new ones would form.   It defies my imagination how such visions are possible and my ability to try to describe them is pretty much zilch.

Their thrones were made out of a kind of inner lit alabaster type material.  They were blocky and square.  No padding or accoutrements that made them look comfortable.  There was lots of brick-a-brack on these thrones.  The entities simply sat in them, with their arms along the arms of the thrones.

I floated around, met various disinterested entities and was not able to control my direction or effect contact or anything.  I had zero control/volition.  I was a passive tourist thinking, “Wow!” a lot.

I did notice spinning thin strip marquis but they were not circular.  Rather in figure 8’s and much more complex shapes.  They had like vertical lines on them or somesuch but no recognizable letters, English or alien.

There were weird 2D magenta and mauve colored hands with lots of rings and other jewelry floating and sliding past.  These hands had all the fingers together.  Think of the palms you see at places that offer psychic services and palm reading.  But these were sliding past horizontally.

When my tour through this sinuous throne space was ending and the visions were beginning to move back towards hallucinations I recall seeing multicolored, curving layers of material or textures, each layer made up of many smaller, electrified pieces.  Everything vibrating.  Feeling very small, the thought crossed my mind that DMT really does allow us to see/imagine a bit of quantum reality.

I recall coming back in contact with my body a bit and feeling an itch on my neck but being too paralyzed to scratch it.  Soon after I was back and my eyes were opening.

P.S.:  I re-calibrated my scale and cleaned my mesh (7 screens and liquid pad) of my GVG in the aftermath.