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      So I was on Tumblr and this text appeared and reminded me of my last trip.


      You were on your way home when you died.

      It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

      And that’s when you met me.

      “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

      “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

      “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

      “Yup,” I said.

      “I… I died?”

      “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

      You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

      “More or less,” I said.

      “Are you god?” You asked.

      “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

      “My kids… my wife,” you said.

      “What about them?”

      “Will they be all right?”

      “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

      You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

      “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

      “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

      “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

      “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

      “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

      You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

      “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

      “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

      “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

      I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

      “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

      “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

      “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

      “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

      “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

      “Where you come from?” You said.

      “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

      “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

      “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

      “So what’s the point of it all?”

      “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

      “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

      I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

      “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

      “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

      “Just me? What about everyone else?”

      “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

      You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

      “All you. Different incarnations of you.”

      “Wait. I’m everyone!?”

      “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

      “I’m every human being who ever lived?”

      “Or who will ever live, yes.”

      “I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

      “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

      “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

      “And you’re the millions he killed.”

      “I’m Jesus?”

      “And you’re everyone who followed him.”

      You fell silent.

      “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

      You thought for a long time.

      “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

      “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

      “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

      “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

      “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

      “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

      And I sent you on your way.
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      Woah shit. So first off, does that mean God has already had this same conversation millions, even billions, of times? Secondly, if he gets more intelligent and mature each time he is reincarnated that would mean he started as the least mature/intelligent person who has ever lived, and became the most. Would he end as.... as... J-J-Jesus?

      On a side note, Astaroth, what do you think happens when you die?
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      Quote Originally Posted by Avian View Post
      Woah shit. So first off, does that mean God has already had this same conversation millions, even billions, of times? Secondly, if he gets more intelligent and mature each time he is reincarnated that would mean he started as the least mature/intelligent person who has ever lived, and became the most. Would he end as.... as... J-J-Jesus?

      On a side note, Astaroth, what do you think happens when you die?
      I can not answer that since I would not know what to say. I think we just disappear, all of these theories are just plain garbage we create due to our need to stay in our current state. I think we were never born and so we will never die. I think it's just our brain playing tricks on us or some sort of creature/entity/demon/whatever-you-want-to-name-it playing with us. I think we are just one person, just like the text says, experiencing multiple lives. I think we are stuck in "time" and we've been living the same life over and over and over.

      All of these theories make no sense here but on psychedelics all and none properly fit together, making it even more terrifying.
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      Here's something I realized. Everything you see, everything you touch, everything you hear, is not real. That is your perception of a world which may or may not be as you perceive it. However, assuming that what you experience is the real world, what you actually see and hear is not real. That is a representation of the real world. Your entire world is inside your brain, just like a monitor to a security camera. Your brain inside of your head is not real, it is a representation of the real life brain which you don't even know exists.
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      Don't have time to read the new posts in this thread, getting ready to go to work. However, my MXE just arrived, and I have 3 days off after tonight. Gonna try and run a few experiments and get holed, will let you guys know how it goes (while not giving out dosage information or timelines to the best of my ability to keep within the rules). I just tested a lower amount sublingually, and starting to feel kinda euphoric, I'm fairly tolerant to dissociatives due to my past DXM abuse (and I do mean abuse) and in general am actually better at working, being more thoughtful, and being cheerier in general on dissociatives, so we will see how this goes today.

      a qucik edit, mxe seems to be the peaceful counterpart to the pcp analogs. growing peaceful euphoria with a small dissociative mix from the amount i took, im much more calm in comparison to 4-meo-pcp and especially 3-meo-pcp. despite 4-meo's somewhat sedative nature, it still has what i feel is a more dopaminergic kick to it than does mxe. the pcp analogs caused a sort of stimmy mania, especially 3-meo, which made them great for taking smaller doses. 4-meo i would have to take more of to get there, it would be a kind of nice place to be. a microdose of 3-meo was so thoroughly antidepressant, life enhancing, creativity enhancing, and flat out awesome it was perfect for microdosing and using as an antidepressant over something like an SSRI or SNRI; it was a billion times more effective and people noticed a very positive change in me when i was taking it. i was relentlessly passionate. mxe seems to allow me to retain my natural personality (not retardedly go-getting, just go-getting within reason) while experiencing a pleasant euphoria and being slightly taken back (highly controllable at this point) and being very chill and pleasant. very interesting.
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      Awesome posts you guys. I've started to draw some of my DMT trips. I am not good at drawing. But shit's about to get interesting. I know we have some things in common that we can talk about. Personally am not so keen on doing MXE. I don't know, it just sounds like the perfect drug for me to get addicted to. I heared holing is a bit heavy with MXE and Ketamine is much more lighter in a sense. But that is just my judgement from reading Erowid etc.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Astaroth View Post
      I can not answer that since I would not know what to say. I think we just disappear, all of these theories are just plain garbage we create due to our need to stay in our current state. I think we were never born and so we will never die. I think it's just our brain playing tricks on us or some sort of creature/entity/demon/whatever-you-want-to-name-it playing with us. I think we are just one person, just like the text says, experiencing multiple lives. I think we are stuck in "time" and we've been living the same life over and over and over.

      All of these theories make no sense here but on psychedelics all and none properly fit together, making it even more terrifying.
      I feel like one of those kids in the movie theater, where all they can do is state wide-eyed at the screen, and shove popcorn into their mouth in a comedic way representative of the movie Airplane!

      I would have said I was at a loss for words, for it not for my words right now. I don't know if we just disappear, but wow those thoughts sum up my agitation, especially your last sentence. I know that the mind plays a big parts in journeys so I think these thoughts can be managed to a degree, but I don't think they can be totally avoided. If someone really pushes into these psychedelic realms I think they're bound to come across this stuff at least once, albeit with different psychological reactions to it. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately in some ways?) the last time for me I have reacted in terror in face of it. But then previous times it was the most amazing thing. So I don't know lol, there definitely seems to be an element of a joker/trickster with my past experiences since I've been near both spectrum of fascination/enjoyment and terror/anxiousness.

      These kind of shamanistic and eastern viewpoints do place a specific paradigm upon the psychedelic experience, according to this reference point of "all of us being an incarnation of one being", however its also interesting that it appears to be a reoccurring theme in psychedelic experiences across cultures. I really want to go back and have a deep experience, but I feel like I will definitely face my inner struggle and come face to face with this phenomena. I could work my way back up to that level, since I don't really want to get the crap scared out of me haha. I do have to face my fears again at some point, and in a positive and loving environment. I just really hope that I can deal with this fear, since I really know what Astaroth was talking about about "getting stuck" and never wanting to do this stuff again during his trip report. And yet I still want to go back there lol. Its like there are barriers that the self passes through during the trip. Feeling builds and builds, and sometimes it reaches a swell of ecstasy, or to terror, and finally after passing through each stage and giving in, relief and understanding (bliss?) is reached. Its like ignoring or struggling with unwanted phenomena only escalates the fear; and doing the opposite and reconciling with it supposedly launches the self into another area of peace. Haven't really gone through this too much myself but just have heard of it around this forum and elsewhere. Our brains are responsible for maintaining our waking life reality, so when its normalcy is interrupted by a barrage of hyperspace information fractals, I think one of its responses is to activate fight-or-flight mode.
      Even though its too late since the chemistry has already passed the blood-brain barrier

      Edit: And Dthoughts, drawing out your DMT trips sounds like a great idea! I want to get into drawing my dreams, and probably should start that tomorrow lol. I'm terrible at drawing, but advice from an artist friend is to just start drawing. Maybe this could be an idea for a future thread lol
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      Quote Originally Posted by Neo Neo View Post
      I just really hope that I can deal with this fear, since I really know what Astaroth was talking about about "getting stuck" and never wanting to do this stuff again during his trip report. And yet I still want to go back there lol.
      Yes. Ten minutes after that bad trip ending I wanted to go back again. It's like the brain forgets what happened and just ignores it as a danger. Happened to me two or three times with Salvia, I remember going there and finding a cold, mechanical environment of repetitive thoughts that made me feel stuck, so after every "round" of the same chain of thoughts, I had a brief moment of "lucidity" in which I'd make sure to remind myself not to do that again ever again, because I had been there before and knew I shouldn't. Just a moment (or a century) after it, I'd find myself back in the room, knowing that I was thinking it had been a bad idea, but with no clear thoughts of what really happened.

      That last trip really changed me in some way. I can't explain it but reality isn't just the same as it was before, neither for better nor for worse. Feels like I unlocked something deep in my mind that changed my perspective.

      PD: Dthoughts, would be nice to see some drawings. My ability to do so is basically the same as a five years old kid.
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      Since it seems fitting, I'll share a short bit from a trip. Still leaving substances ambiguous, and in this case won't matter too much. To set the stage, me and a friend had already been tripping for a few hours and decided to go smoke some. We had taken the same amount and at similar levels but that would soon change. We were probably close to the peak.

      We each took a few hits and I started to feel a body feeling. Nothing too strong, until we started to venture off again. As we were walking I started to see vine-like patterns appearing in my vision on the ground. The dirt pathway was having vine-like patterns superimposed onto itself and the number of vines increased until they started emerging across the entire ground. I can't stress how much these vines superimposed their geometry upon the ground, and how it looked like an endless fractal of vines. (note that aside from smoking, had taken no other plant-based psychoative) And so this was happening about a minute or two after smoking. I was thinking, wow that's new! I didn't say anything and just was looking down and around at my surroundings. My friend was quiet too. So either me or my friend said to check out these leaves near us. Then I came to notice that the leaves beside me had these tiny eggs on them. Perhaps the eggs weren't there normally, but the leaves and trees certainly were. I started staring at the leaves and eggs intently, and they were like yellow dots, which started to lengthen. Then they started to take the shape of small buttons. Then something in my perception snapped and the trip took off to a whole another level for me.

      Visibly things still looked relatively the same, but it felt as though reality was "shaking", and about to "shake" apart. I decided this was too much so I tried to pull my consciousness back some, and think I succeeded somewhat (at least from preventing everything from falling apart). However my headspace was still moving into a region of awareness that extended beyond the sight and atoms of our physical reality. I started sensing that our physical reality was more like a layer encased by matter, and that my life was a self-repeating and self-unfolding process that had been going on ad infinitum. Like a continuously repeating cycle, with the exact same things happening each time through. Then further beyond this bubble of timespace, I grasped a sensation of a void. Is reality encased by some kind of void? I saw the full extent of the length of my life and how everything was happening as it should be. Why all the fear? Everything is so beautiful and perfect in its own way, and if this is what I've got to go through each time in life then I'm ok with it. Is this what enlightenment is like? Knowing the cycles and eternal present of "the now"? Like a chop wood carry water mentality. I just saw the length of my life as a single unfolding eternal process. Visually, it felt like everything was "clicking" along. Like in old flash animations or frame by frame stop-motion movies. Movement seemed to be made up of faceted mechanical motions that were being manged by something hyper-dimensional. Also, limitations in my thought were loosened and I was sensing all matter as being made of the same malleable stuff. Not as single individual atoms and molecules, but more akin to a tough/solid but morphing silly putty. I was really zoning out, as all this had literally been transpiring in a time span of no more than 5 minutes.

      As our walk went on, I really felt like I understood everything, that I grasped the gist of the way "reality" works. That "aha!" moment of realization and epiphany. And I felt like I was having a silent conversation with my friend, even though in retrospect he had not gone through ANY of this. There were even more ridiculous moments but this was one of my most intense that night.
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      One particulair DMT experience stands out for me. Has been on my mind for a while now. At the time I took a particularly fearless attitude to things. I had been meditating constantly. I was still smoking cigarettes.

      I simply sat on the chouch and filled my pipe with some DMT. My mind was in a good place before starting and in a mindset to just see what would happen on the other side.

      I vaped a good amount of it and was instantly transported in a place inside my head. Everything was going rapid and quick. I was transported in a scene that I witnessed before. I stay there for a few seconds and try to assess where I am. And just before I am realizing that I have been here before on DMT. I am transported to yet another scene of hyperspace or in my mind. I assess that this is also strangely familiair and try to work out where I am and I am transported to another. Each time with a *Click* sensation. I get more and more disoriented and try to recall something, anything. But before I can regain any memory I am again put into the last place. My memory at this point is so skewed that I can not even recall anything. I am the mercy of the drug. My feelings are of mostly fear and confusion as to what is happening to me. This seems like some form of torture. This went on for a few minutes before the effects subdue. All during this experience a thought kept popping in my head it is the only thought that is dominant which repeteadly said:"Breathe".

      Strangely, I do not feel particularly demotivated and go to the bathroom to see if I can still make use of some of the after-effects. I see a purple glow behind me. An aura. And I am reminded that I saw this purple-entity behind the scenes, somehow pulling the strings and putting my mind in this place that I was in this vape-session just beforehand. I remember it's personality from other times. I look in the mirror and see my self disappear. A blackness comes into existence. And the light of the room just flickers in and out of existence as I stare into my eyes. Blackness. Light. Blackness. Light. I believe most of us participating in this thread are experienced with some form of this flickering of vision.

      I decide to adress this entity. And ask what it wants from me. With that intention I vape some more DMT and a completely different experience occurs. I am transported to a place, I believe is a quantum view inside my body. I feel like I am in my chest area and somehow seeing this from a very deep perspective. I am not sure where I am it all happens to rapidly. But my entire vision is looking at a black-and-white picture. To sort of paint the scene. There is a look of compartmentalized cells that I am witnessing. In each cell there is a figure. It looks like a human that is sitting in complete dispair, isolation and loneliness. It portrays this emotion very strikingly/deeply. Each cell houses one of these and they all look they are completely miserable. The quantity of these cells are rather vast and some are noticed close together and some are off in the distance. The whole place is completely devoid of colour other than black and white. The longer I stay here the more I start to feel like I am starting to dispair myself. Fear overcomes me. I have the overwhelming feeling that these beings are starting to notice me and are attracted by me. They come towards me and I see the cells in the distance headed my way as they come closer my feelings intensify. An intense feeling of anxiety and fear builds up in my chest area. And I feel like I can no longer let this happen and did something to escape. I humm to try and vibrate. A tone overlocks and a feeling of electricity is felt surging from my spinal area through the top of my skull and stops at my forehead.

      When I came to, I still had this intense feeling of distress in my chest area. And the urge to quit smoking. Each time that I smoked cigarettes up until now I regain stress in this area. I can still feel this stress but it is no longer as bad as it used to be. I am sort of forced to change my breathign patterns to accomodate for it. And again in my dreams I have asked my 'subconscious' what I truly need to do. And in this dream a voice in the background again told me to breathe. Very peculiar consistency. I am totally not sure what to make of this all. If my feelings are correct and all. But this was definetely one of the most engaging DMT experienced I have had and made a particularly deep impact on my psyche. My first impression was this is the beginning stage of a growing cancer. I think a benign tumor with the potential for malevolancy if left unattended. Weird may it be. It does not scare me I feel particularly empowered that I can somehow find a way to heal my body on a very deep level.

      btw guys: My drawings is exactly that of a 5 year old. Although the 5 year old may surpass me. I feel a little embaressed to share these drawings. But I did make some to sort of paint this scene and others.
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      DMT is nothing like salvia, and what you saw in #1 trip, i think equates to what many religious connections to Source have been, which is literally a black hole with a spiral of gravity, which sets in motion everything around it and is the singularity of all the events around it. DMT is litterally the afterlife, and that is much more profound than the plant teacher saliva in it's effects (i presume)

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      Quote Originally Posted by blizzardesigns View Post
      DMT is litterally the afterlife, and that is much more profound than the plant teacher saliva in it's effects (i presume)
      Hmm. DMT gives a glimpse into loads of things. DMT is in essence a chemical. You can not say DMT is this or that.

      One of these things is related to the afterlife I'm sure. But I have yet to confirm this for myself. Terence Mckenna once gave DMT to a trained monk in Tibet. He said that these 'beings' (I presume Machine-elves) are the Lesser lights of the Bardo. It is the furthest you can go into the afterlife without cutting the cord. So to speak.

      Salvia is profound. I can tell you this much.

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      Quote Originally Posted by Dthoughts View Post
      Hmm. DMT gives a glimpse into loads of things. DMT is in essence a chemical. You can not say DMT is this or that.

      One of these things is related to the afterlife I'm sure. But I have yet to confirm this for myself. Terence Mckenna once gave DMT to a trained monk in Tibet. He said that these 'beings' (I presume Machine-elves) are the Lesser lights of the Bardo. It is the furthest you can go into the afterlife without cutting the cord. So to speak.

      Salvia is profound. I can tell you this much.
      I can agree to all of that. It's interesting though, if you search up salvia experiences on youtube, many people have really bad trips/OD, and it to me atleast seems like more than their own weak-mindedness, like they're being tormented by something during these bad trips. The good trips are really profound though, IMO they take you on past life experiences, or at least let you recollect the memories of those.
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      Yup. The tormens seems to be coming from outside one's self. Some of it has to do with the extracts. It has a kind of energy, (i belief) and when it comes into contact with ur energy. Well. It can turn ugly if your energy is not 'pure' enough. And strange things happen. I have been there.

      When the trips are good they seem to take you into enlightenment.
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      I loved reading these experiences. I love salvia, for me it's always a continuing story every time i take a trip... the biggest message was about a different dimension that we are able to access at any time but we have forgotten/was hidden from us. So they planted plants and mushrooms for us to access and contact them to learn to get there by ourselves and wake others up. And now i'm getting into the world of Astral Projection - it's all making sense!

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