psilosimon

A few weeks ago I decided to trip. I dropped a few hits of acid and decided to enjoy the snow. It was a beautiful trip. It was our first big snow and the acid made it look like a real winter wonderland. As I'm just past the peak and starting the long slow comedown, I'm looking at my desktop wallpaper which is a sci-fi space looking guy (the picture attached to this report). As I'm sitting there he looks at me and says, "You're ready." "Um.... ready for what?" "You're ready." This went on for a little bit as the urge to try DMT get's stronger and stronger. I thought he was nuts just for suggesting this but he wouldn't leave me alone. I head into my beadroom and have a little staredown with my DMT pen until finally I empty my lungs and take a huge long steady pull off this pen. I hold it for as long as I can, let it ous and take another huge long pull. As I'm getting in my second pull I'm starting to leave reality. I hear a voice tell me, "Don't you dare let that light go out." so I keep pulling as long as I can and then lay down on my bed.   I immediately start to see the waiting room form but it's kind of fuzzy and can't really fully form. All I thought was, "Oh boy! Here we go!" And boy was I right! I blasted right through the waiting room into hyperspace, which was really cool. Standard DMT type stuff going on in there. As we all know, Existence is a big joke. But most of us don't know what the joke is, much less the punch line. I was shown the joke and the punchline. The joke is that existence is a joke and is going to wink out and never have been. The punchline is that you think you're not the joke or outside of the joke. but you are the joke and inside the joke. As soon as I thought I got the joke, I didn't get the joke because I identified the joke as outside of me rather that me being the joke inside the joke. It was the funniest thing I could ever imagine. Every time I thought I had it, it caused a new itteration of the joke. This went on for literally eternity. I was laughing so hard my meat suit was drooling. But once the punchline is told, the joke is over. Existence is the joke, therefore time for existence to end. I kept going. Blasting all the way through hyperspace right to The End. And by The End I mean THE END! The End of existence. The End of reality. No more Universe, No more reality, No more time. No more future, present or past. No memory of anything every having existed. No more nothing. Existence just winking out. As reality is collapsing I'm in sort of a review of reality mode seeing and experienceing and remembering everything that has happened to everyone everywhere ever. It's all very cartoonish and zipping by at impossible speed. Woven into the fabric of DMT reality are things that are stranger than you can imagine. Passwords/cheat codes are everywhere in reality. I don't know what they do but we've hidden them in the silliest places. Like on the underside of that rock that you thought about picking up when you were seven but didn't. And you remember all of these passwords. You just don't remember that you remember. You are named personally in the fabric of reality. Yes the Universe has your name on it. As this keeps going. More impossibly strange things are zipping by. There is a website with a really long name that you can go to (No I don't remember what it was) and it will tell you, "See, I told you it works!" And there's an email address that you can email as well and reality will answer you. Apparently both of them work in this reality. This type of glorious immpossibility goes on for some time (actually infinity and an instant since we are operating outside of time) until the infinite impossible equation is at the end of it's collapse, balancing out to zero. I know the words that will be spoken at the end of existence (No I'm not going to tell you what they are, but it's shockingly close to "Bu'dee Bu'dee Bu'dee, That's all folks!" and "So long, Thanks for all the fish")  and who will speak them (It's Ellen of all people). As this collapse is happening I start asking, "But what about..." And I ask about cars, Gone!, fish, Gone, sex?!?! Nope, sorry that's gone too. Sorry, no returns, no exchanges! And then as the equations hits 0.000000000000000-------1, I ask "But what about," And it was every individuals name ever and the collapse stopped. I/we/us/everything twisted the equation just a tiny fraction so that it was forced to completely re-expand and re-form reality just so you could be in it, because we're not done with you yet. And as reality is re-formed, I'm re-appearing in my bed with the clear message, "Don't you dare ever feel un-loved, un-seen, anonymous, un-worthy. For we love you so much that we stopped the collapse of everything and re-created the Universe, just so you could live in it."