DMT, N,N-Dimethyltryptamine, is a crystalline extract present in thousand of species of plants, mainly from South America. It's usual mode of ingestion is smoking, but can be snorted or taken orally (with the aid of an MAOI - no thanks). It's effects usually come on in seconds, and the trip, which usually lasts only 10 minutes or so, renders the user completely immobile, aside from repetitive movements and mumbling. The odd thing about the reported experiences is that the inward state of the "Voyager" is quite lucid, though not in the familiar sense of the term. DMT users generally remember all details of their trips, unlike LSD or Psilocybin. Also, unlike the two aforementioned psychedelics, DMT completely removes you from this sphere of existence and does not leave your consciousness mingling with the outside world, other than sound. The most common descriptions of the DMT experience are geometric patterns repeating, multiplying and changing form at the onset, coupled with auditory "whooshing" and humming vibration, followed by explosions of indescribable colors, light flashed and "stained glass" or "mosaic" patterns pulsating, undulating and eventually reforming into the true vision of the universe, existence, matter, antimatter, God, discarnate entities, angels, demons and insectoid beings that usually seized the voyager and enter them through a sort of osmosis. Visions of endless arched corridors, some glorious, others sinister, shadowy figures operating indeterminate machines, archetypes of elves, faeries, gnomes and other folkloric beings prevail, as well as kaleidoscopic mandalas and two-dimensional cartoon-like visions of their actual physical surroundings. Insights are sometimes given, and usually come back to this world with the user, who is fully recovered within an hours' time. Sounds a lot like acid? I think not. LSD contains many elements of the DMT experience but is generally a less lucid experience and also can last up to 12 hours or more.

I am finding it difficult to relay a literal experience of "lifting the veil" in so many words. The tricky thing about a true DMT trip are the unspoken insights (there is that word again) - One shared satori distilled from the voyage is that there seems to be a Divine Entity behind all this material business. There are minions of entities (seeming neither benevolent nor malevolent) constantly at work behind the spaces we do not see, operating odd machinery to generate the dream that is life.

So many like archetypes are purported to exist in the world between the spaces we dwell in. Cultures isolated from one another have common myths and legends of elemental spirit intelligences. I have experiences glimpses myself (without the aid of hallucinogens) of the agencies that seem to be generating my paradigm - A recurring dream of the small Jawa-like beings always busy at work on some sort of large metal machine. It feels like a waking dream, one that I am temporarily paralyzed within, for a fleeting moment before there is nothing there except for the moonlight streaming through the window near my bed. The classic schlock-horror film Phantasm used these creatures quite liberally throughout the story, frightening me out of my wits the first time I saw it because it seem to be a communication to me that my dreams held an ounce of something that may be the truth...
I have no real definition of truth anymore other than that which lies proven within the finite confines of science.

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