Spiritual

Spirituality & Trip report DMT has been said to cause spiritual journeys for it's participants. Shamans frequently use it combined with other plants to create a a substance they call "Ayhuasca". Most DMT users report feeling like they are being guided by a spiritual energy throughout their trip. There have been many cases in which the user describes meeting with e xtraterrestrial beings that present them their own lives and how they need to change for the better. In the book "DMT - The Spirit Molecule" by Rick Strassman, MD, he reports of a man who was going through a terrible time in his life and dealing with divorce. The man came to try DMT through experimenting by injection. The first time, he stated that he was confused about what had happened and didn't believe that it had helped but agreed to be persistant. The second and third times were similar but he was more astounded by the colours and shapes he had seen while "under". After three times, he wanted to stop because he felt as though it wasn't benefiting him but after some convincing, he agreed on a fourth trip. He was injected and laid there to absorb what was going on inside of him. When he came out, he felt as though he saw everything in a new light. He found dealing with his divorce almost effortless and knew exactly how he was to go about his life from then on. It is also very common for someone to report feeling a sense of closeness to their idea of God and a overall intense love of self, and life. Terence Mckenna's first DMT experience There was a something, like a flower, like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that was sort of spinning, spinning, and then it was like I was pushed from behind and I fell through the chrysanthemum into another place that didn't seem like a state of mind, it seemed like another place. And what was going on in this place aside from the tastefully soffited indirect lighting, and the crawling geometric hallucinations along the domed walls, what was happening was that there were a lot of ahh.. beings in there, what I call self-transforming machine elves. Sort of like jewelled basketballs all dribbling their way toward me. And if they'd had faces they would have been grinning, but they didn't have faces. And they assured me that they loved me and they told me not to be amazed; not to give way to astonishment. And so I watched them, even though I wondered if maybe I hadn't really done it this time, and what they were doing was they were making objects come into existence by singing them into existence. Objects which looked like faberge' eggs from Mars morphing themselves with Mandaean alphabetical structures. They looked like the concrescence of linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyper-dimensional transform into three-dimensional space. And these little machines offered themselves to me. And I realized when I looked at them that if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again. And I wondered, Where Am I? And What Is Going On? It occurred to me that these must be holographic viral projections from an autonomous continuum that was somehow intersecting my own, and then I thought a more elegant explaination would be to take it at face value and realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls. And that somehow I was getting a peek over the other side. Somehow I was finding out that thing that you cheerfully assume you can't find out. But it felt like I was finding out. And it felt.. and then I can't remember what it felt like because the little self-transforming tykes interrupted me and said, "Don't think about it. Don't think about who we are...Think about doing what we're doing. Do it, do it, do it now!"

media type="custom" key="11435966" "We do not possess imagination enough to sense what we are missing." Jean Toomer