Thanks for starting this thread. I've smoked DMT probably a hundred times. Last winter I became rightfully obsessed with it, tucked away in my room, smoking it daily and spending most of the rest of my time thinking about it. I think it was the most profound and revolutionary thing I've ever done. I'm working towards being able to put some of it into words, but I'm not sure how ready I am yet. I can talk about it on a level that I consider fairly superficial and cliche level, but the message of the DMT is infinitely deeper than that- it's saying, "Use me, work eith me." To those who have never tried it, I'll quote Terence McKenna, "It's not only stranger than you suppose, it's stranger than you *can* suppose.*
Far, far, far stranger, and far, far, far more intense. Mind-blowingly intense, so much more so than any other psychedelic experience (though psilocybin mushrooms, if used properly, can bring one to a somewhat similar arena). There is literally another dimension, apparently, or some such thing, and one is thrown into it for seven to ten minutes on DMT. Its existence is undeniable. The themes I came to in meditating on DMT were immortality, infinitre empowerment... and this as the ultimate weapon/tool of global cosmic impact. In other words, we can do *anything.* We can see back in time, we can become clairvoyant, we can dramatically impact human history with the slightest push in just the right direction.
It's undeniably an "alien" encounter. Whether it is actually originally extreterrestrial, per se, I have no idea. Perhaps in a future experience I could learn this. It is certainly extra-dimensional. It certainly necessitates a change in one's basic perception of reality.
What's most fascinating about DMT, imo, is that it seems alive, communicative, working with you. It responds to you, to your attitude, the energy you put into it. It's as if it's a living entity that's seeking some of communicative relationship with you. I think that's clearlt whay it is.
If you "break through" you experience entities. Terence McKenna described them as "self-transforming machine elves." That's quite a creative description, but I wouldn't get caught on it. I don't know exactly what the hell they are. They're manifestations of the DMT thing. The fact that everyone who goes there has fairly similar experiences seeing these entities certainly tells you something. But they're not always exactly the same. They're alive, they change, they're real, they're part of the interconnected consciousness. Somehow this thing has global or perhaps galactic knowledge. And it is entirely, 100%, without a doubt, our ally. It tells the truth. The experience I felt meditating on DMT very viscerally allowed me to see through money, to see money as the pure evil that it is. Not that I didn't know this, but it was a profound visceral experience. I also saw my cell phone as evil. I turned off technology as much as possible in order to listen to what is actually the ultimate technology.
I'm anxious to go back to DMT world when I'm ready to take it to the next level. We need more people willing to go there and become believers. If nothing else, one lesson I got from DMT was WE CAN WIN. Their tools are fake; our tools. We can dissolve the materialist string which props up capitalism.
I recently found the DMT forum that Penguin linked to- https://dmt-nexus.com/forum/default.aspx?g=topics&f=1
. It's really quite fantastic. I'm finding some other people who have had the type of experiences I've had. The more that you clear out your "third eye" the more profound/deeper experiences you'll have. I got to a place where, even if I didn't smoke DMT, if I relaxed and smoked some pot and meditated at night, I could see the DMT world. Animals and entities- a very specific visual lens into another dimension.
I have to admit that at one point I smoked too much of it in a short period of time, combined with doing too many other things that over-stimulated my system, and I had a bona fide near-death experience. I was completely convinced that I was dead for a couple minutes. Too say it was fucking scary as hell would be an understatement, but I laughed it off, learned my lesson, and went back to smoking DMT. Remember that this stuff is endogenous; it's found in our brains. And it's the simplest psychedelic of all, chemically-speaking.
I think the Strassman book is a wonderful introduction, but what we really need is DMT explorers who are willing to go there, take the experiences at face value, learn what we can do, and DO IT. In real time, here and now. All consciousness truly is completely inter-connected, but that doesn't mean anything unless we *know it,* not just believe it.