DMT (dimethyltrytamine) is a chemical present in mammals, and I think is released in the brain during death. It has been used in spiritual and shamanic ceremonies long before we started worshipping television. I recently had the good fortune to smoke some of this sacrament under the guidance of my most trusted friend.
I smoked several large bong rips before having to hand the works back to my friend, and then proceeded to launch out of my skull like a psychic rocket ship. Swirls of red and pink-checkered patterns enveloped my vision. I had the distinct sense of travelling out of my body. The room disappeared, but I could still hear the documentary on TV (A Band Called Death—a must-see by the way).
I found myself in a large, round chamber, similarly patterned, and I was not alone. There was a sentient presence there that I will forgo labeling. It felt feminine, even motherly, and it embraced me in several red and pink-checkered tentacles. I felt very safe despite being awe struck. The documentary spoke about revelation, which was perfectly suited for what was happening to me. The best way I can describe it is that I arrived as if by appointment in this being’s office and it (she) chose to show me exactly what I needed to experience in the most direct way possible.
No words were exchanged, though I could hear the screams of hungry babies and the dying on Earth—the ongoing symphony of suffering. Mommy Tentacles placed a mirror before what passed for my body. Whatever emotion or thought I had, I saw reflected instantly in the mirror. If I chose to refuse to forgive, I saw the ugly image of my hate-self reflected in the mirror. I was the creator. I was the originator of reality, not subject to it.
Despite academically “knowing” this before I left my couch to wherever I went, I still choose to feel bad and get down on myself, but seeing myself in that mirror granted an understanding of this principle down to a cellular level. If I want peace and prosperity, I don’t need to struggle for it. Struggling for something creates a struggler in the cosmic mirror. We are energy, and in direct control of what we manifest. The drawback is that negativity is what many of us have practiced manifesting—I certainly have anyway. The vision slipped away and I returned to my living room feeling rested, inspired, and happy. The whole experience couldn’t have lasted longer than 15 minutes.
Was the being pure fiction from my head, assuring me that everything is perfect and there is no need to suffer and fret? Encountering beings is a common DMT experience. Someone I know, who had no knowledge of Buddhism, described to me his experience, which was identical to the Buddha’s description of his enlightenment beneath the Bodhi tree, complete with charging demons. I don’t think Tentacle Mom came from my head; I think I happened along and she gave me a gift to take back with me.
You might think all this is a bunch of hippie craziness. And I don’t really care. I’ve slowed down a bit since then. I feel less urgency in trying to get things done. I’m learning to enjoy the process more. Surely, I have much work to do, but I think I have some freaky fun and cosmically wise mentors to help me along the way.
Blooming in Darkness 
December 9th, 2013 at 4:38 pm
Good to see you are writing regularly–makes me envious though. Work etc. has cut deep into own writing. In fact, I’ve forgotten the adj./adv. distinction, as you can see. Interesting 15 minute experience that you describe. Bishop Berkeley might applaud your line, “I was the originator of reality, not subject to it.” Me too but I keep bumping into everyone
else’s reality.
May 15th, 2019 at 6:21 am
Just be an atheist, Joe. If you don’t believe in other people they disappear, Erik the Viking style. I’m either wrong about this, or one of us is not holding up his end of disbelieving Trump exists….
January 6th, 2014 at 3:18 pm
I had an extremely similar experience. It happened when I laid down to rest one evening after a busy day at work. I fell asleep fast and was snapped into what felt like an acid trip. A being was beside me communicating incredibly deep theories of the universe telepathically and explaining my future. When I awoke I thought it had been hours, but only 10 min. had gone by! It was nuts.
May 15th, 2019 at 6:16 am
That’s interesting you had that experience sans chemical aid. I think that is probably because DMT and other sacraments aid in communion with other entities rather than cause the whole experience (i.e. a hallucination). Better late than never on the response, right?
June 10th, 2019 at 12:59 am
Yeah, Jeff, that makes a lot of sense! Haha that is hilarious that you responded 1/2 a decade (literally lol) to my comment. What is time anyway? I can tell ya one thing for sure…time doesn’t exist when you’re on DMT 😉 . Sending much love an aloha your way!!