I've always been fascinated by thoughts of an afterlife, NDEs, consciousness, etc. I was raised Roman Catholic, but it never sat well with me. Nor did any other religion, so I've always been looking for answers.
We don't understand much about consciousness, where it comes from, where it possibly goes when we die. Matter cannot be created nor destroyed, so....
Reading about all these things brought me to a beautiful molecule called dimethyltryptamine, aka DMT. The more I read about it, the more clear it became that there's a striking similarity between people who've experienced NDEs and those who've taken DMT.
We've all heard about NDEs, about how many people seem to travel through this tunnel, towards a light maybe. We've heard they are greeted sometimes by loved ones, other times by some sort of entity, and they're overwhelmed by the feeling of peace and love they feel.
Similar things are reported by people who've taken DMT, myself included. When I did it, I vaporized it, inhaled, sat back, and closed my eyes. Within seconds, in the dark field I was seeing with my eyes closed, a sort of spiral of fractal shapes was spinning in the distance.
It steadily got closer, and as I started to appreciate the beauty, I heard a somewhat high-pitched ringing in my ear, that increased in intensity for a few seconds, and then I was catapulted through those fractals. The voyage through them was intense and honestly frightening, I forgot what breathing was, and I was traveling through what felt like a wormhole, mostly darkness with bits of light visible, but I remember them passing me at a high speed.
I was starting to freak out, but that feeling only lasted a few seconds, because I soon emerged at the end of the tunnel into this place or dimension where everything existed as energy.
As soon as I was there, I laughed at myself for being afraid, and forgetting home. I was home. How could I possibly have forgotten this place of energy, pure love and pure acceptance? I was overcome by that feeling, and there was a constant, rhythmic vibration that I was hearing or feeling, hard to tell, but it was soothing. I suddenly had the knowledge that we are all one, each of us a part of a collective consciousness.
I felt the trip fading, and got sad that I had to leave, but also happy that I'd one day go back. The next second I open my eyes, and I'm completely conscious and aware that I'm back in my living room, with no lingering effects, other than the euphoria I felt at being where I was.
My point is, I have a feeling there's a link somewhere between our consciousness and an afterlife. Nikola Tesla said if we want to understand the secrets of the universe, think in terms of frequency, energy, and vibration. I felt like DMT allowed my consciousness to resonate at a certain frequency or vibration, which allowed it to travel. When I forgot what breathing was, I got the impression afterwards that my consciousness was removed from my body and sent elsewhere. I was starting to freak out because I couldn't accept that my consciousness didn't need to breath, just the body.
People who've meditated for decades report being able to project their consciousness, and maybe there's a link there for what MKUltra was trying to accomplish. I think DMT may be a shortcut.
Maybe I also sound like a raving crystal-worshipping hippie.
We don't understand much about consciousness, where it comes from, where it possibly goes when we die. Matter cannot be created nor destroyed, so....
Reading about all these things brought me to a beautiful molecule called dimethyltryptamine, aka DMT. The more I read about it, the more clear it became that there's a striking similarity between people who've experienced NDEs and those who've taken DMT.
We've all heard about NDEs, about how many people seem to travel through this tunnel, towards a light maybe. We've heard they are greeted sometimes by loved ones, other times by some sort of entity, and they're overwhelmed by the feeling of peace and love they feel.
Similar things are reported by people who've taken DMT, myself included. When I did it, I vaporized it, inhaled, sat back, and closed my eyes. Within seconds, in the dark field I was seeing with my eyes closed, a sort of spiral of fractal shapes was spinning in the distance.
It steadily got closer, and as I started to appreciate the beauty, I heard a somewhat high-pitched ringing in my ear, that increased in intensity for a few seconds, and then I was catapulted through those fractals. The voyage through them was intense and honestly frightening, I forgot what breathing was, and I was traveling through what felt like a wormhole, mostly darkness with bits of light visible, but I remember them passing me at a high speed.
I was starting to freak out, but that feeling only lasted a few seconds, because I soon emerged at the end of the tunnel into this place or dimension where everything existed as energy.
As soon as I was there, I laughed at myself for being afraid, and forgetting home. I was home. How could I possibly have forgotten this place of energy, pure love and pure acceptance? I was overcome by that feeling, and there was a constant, rhythmic vibration that I was hearing or feeling, hard to tell, but it was soothing. I suddenly had the knowledge that we are all one, each of us a part of a collective consciousness.
I felt the trip fading, and got sad that I had to leave, but also happy that I'd one day go back. The next second I open my eyes, and I'm completely conscious and aware that I'm back in my living room, with no lingering effects, other than the euphoria I felt at being where I was.
My point is, I have a feeling there's a link somewhere between our consciousness and an afterlife. Nikola Tesla said if we want to understand the secrets of the universe, think in terms of frequency, energy, and vibration. I felt like DMT allowed my consciousness to resonate at a certain frequency or vibration, which allowed it to travel. When I forgot what breathing was, I got the impression afterwards that my consciousness was removed from my body and sent elsewhere. I was starting to freak out because I couldn't accept that my consciousness didn't need to breath, just the body.
People who've meditated for decades report being able to project their consciousness, and maybe there's a link there for what MKUltra was trying to accomplish. I think DMT may be a shortcut.
Maybe I also sound like a raving crystal-worshipping hippie.