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Hey friends. Can I please have some Grateful Dead book recommendations for my psychedelic / music book collections?

A long strange trip (the book) is already on the way.

Thanks 🙏

Hey everyone. Just wanted to leave a quick review of Tryptomics lab analysis services. I was really
Impressed with them, I was initially just looking to send in samples of my extractions for my own personal reasons to compare re-x’d vs water washed and compare yellow to white and just so I could learn more through my experimentations. But then I learned if you donate to the Colorado psychedelic cup you can get a growers pass to get your all samples tested at a lower price that’s locked in and so for budget sake (and for competitions sake) I signed up for that and sent in my first 2 samples. Along the way I had several questions via email that they answered quickly and promptly, and after the samples were received I had my results back in like 5ish days of which I think only 3 were business days. Was really satisfied with that timeframe and communication with the team, and it’s pretty cool to have your samples entered into a contest.

Anyways, here’s the links to my first 2 DMT lab analysis results, I will be sending more in soon. I would love to see more members of the community get involved in this friendly competition.

Links to lab results in comments

My Visit To The Multi-Verse. (FT. Wormholes, Sacred Geometry, Source Consciousness, Multi-faced Jesters, Quantum Immortality, The Infinite Eye Wormhole, Light Beings, The Void, Greys, Reptilians & More)

Note: This is an edited version of what was published on EROWID-ORG. It’s long but if you give it a chance it’s pretty insane. Please skip ahead to the 2nd chapter if you don’t want to read the stories foundation that’s in the pretext.

Event: 3/29/25 , Wrote: 7/25 , Edited 10/25

PRETEXT:

A few years back, I started having serious health issues - decompressed ureters and kidney blockages that led to three surgeries in a short period of time. Through all of it, I refused the opiates the doctors prescribed. Even when I woke up from anesthesia I immediately turned down the morphine drip, and relied solely on cannabis (Flower, RSO and Hash-Rosin) for pain and inflammation relief.

I had been clean from narcotics since 7/18/19, (my journey initially began 2/6/18) and I wasn't willing to throw that time away, even for much needed post-surgery doctor advised opiates (3.5yr sober at this point in the story). Prescribed Cannabis had became my form of healing and harm reduction. During one of my final follow-up scans, the doctors found a nodule on my kidney. That revelation led me to use cannabis even more heavily while I was on medical leave for surgeries from my warehouse job- and a few months later, the nodule was completely gone.

During that time, I began sharing my journey online through cannabis product reviews. Which eventually led to me getting my work featured on a popular review site in the industry which in turn lead to a job offer where I became a sales representative for a famous award winning legacy cultivation brand based out of L.A., opening accounts and making sales to dispensary chains across all of California for the following 3 years while still remaining sober from narcotics.

During those years, life was good. I was working comfortably from home, well established in the industry, had 6+ years off narcotics and just started a healing psychedelic journey - mainly LSD, using it once or twice a month for 7 months, with some occasional microdosed mushrooms in the months prior to that.

In California's cannabis scene, psychedelics are a common part of the industry and culture, as well as the “California sober" recovery lifestyle. Don't get me wrong - psychedelics can offer incredible benefits for PTSD, trauma, mental health diagnosis, & drug addiction- as well as learning to be comfortable in your own skin. My short run exploring the mind with them was transformative and highly enlightening. But it can also be.. as George Harrison would say.. “it’s all too much”. This is the story of how I experienced that first hand- and how my life changed following the most challenging (& most meaningful) trip of my life.

Throughout this period of frequent LSD use, I had the blue pyramid-shaped gel tabs with the gold flecks. This particular batch, known as Pink Butterfly Needlepoints, was insanely clean & potent. I had a large stash for personal use, but also as a way to solidify and/or make connections in my career. l'd gift tabs to dispensary owners, purchasing managers, and industry friends in general. It was my secret weapon in the industry, a way to build special bonds and boost business relationships resulting in better commissions or being able to lean on my clients for various work related favors on behalf of our company when needed.

One day, I gifted an industry acquaintance who happened to be a music festival goer. In return, he gave me a gift package filled with a variety of samples. When I got home and went through what he had gave me, I was taken by suprise when I found something I never expected to come across in my life. A gram of N, N-Dimethyltryptamine (DMT), aka the Spirit Molecule.

For those unfamiliar, DMT is the strongest known psychedelic in existence. A naturally occurring compound our bodies & certain plants produce- well known for being the main ingredient in ayahuasca, the Amazonian jungle brew used in spiritual ceremonies for literally thousands of years. They say our pineal gland, aka our third eye, excretes it when we’re born, and when we die. It's said to be the facilitator of moving your spirit/consciousness in and out of the body- bringing your spirit into this world when you're born, and guiding it out to the after life in the next dimension when you die.

A few things to know about DMT, it’s said to be a gateway to another dimension and puts you in contact with intelligent non-human conscious beings sometimes known as autonomous entity’s, inter-dimensional beings, angels, demons, spirits, aliens or whatever else you wanna call them. Its millions of users over centuries have all reported going to the same set of otherworldly places, and seeing the same sets of beings with nearly identical (but personalized) experiences time and time again. They call them ‘True Hallucinations’ as the experience seems to be realer then reality itself, potentially occurring through boundary dissolution. This is not your typical psychedelic. Some scientists and scholars even go as far as to say it’s alien technology gifted to humanity, calling it a molecular technology or a “reality channel switch technology”.

I was honestly terrified of it. It sat in my closet untouched for a long time after receiving it. But on March 29th- 3 weeks prior to Albert Hoffmans ‘Bicycle Day’ holiday- I decided to give it a shot. I had already taken four double sized tabs of the gold flecked LSD, a heroic dose, but l was accustomed to large lsd doses by that point in my journey. So around midnight, seven hours into the enlightening transcendental music and movie filled trip, I went to grab the DMT from my closet.

Psychedelics had helped me heal from PTSD, as well as helped me better learn how to self-sacrifice for the benefit of others, detach from material possessions, and really helped me to embrace compassion and love for all forms of life. And at the moment I believed I was gonna be fine mixing these two prominent psychedelics.

As Terrence McKenna once said, "If you're not afraid you took too much, you haven't taken enough." That quote had become my guideline over the course of my LSD use- as I had found out it really is the best way to take LSD, although it made me a quite naive when it came to my first time trying DMT.

So I went to load the chamber, but I was tripping pretty hard on the 4 doubles of LSD by that point and was not paying close attention. Instead of using a scale (which is an absolute must with DMT), I just scooped blindly- & accidentally shoveled nearly 4 tenths of a gram (about 390 mg) into the smoking devices chamber - a regretful amount, considering most people consider 10-30 mg to be a ‘breakthrough’ dosage. A dosage this big is well beyond what would normally be a “pass-out” dose. However I did not know this at the time and also did not know that the LSD which has your brain, neurons, and synapses in overdrive would prevent you from the safety mechanism of passing out.

As soon as I seen how much I dumped into the chambers tiny hole I knew I messed up. But it was too late, The piece already had water inside the base & the downstem was non-removable, so I couldn't tip it over to empty it back out the chambers tiny hole without ruining it. All I could do was try to take small hits and hope for the best...

TRIP REPORT:

The first three hits (which is what your supposed to do) I took were incredibly small because I was a bit apprehensive about how I accidentally overloaded the chamber. To make matters worse, I was already on a hefty dose of LSD. Not to mention, I was completely unfamiliar with the effects and potency of DMT, so I was extremely cautious with the flame and took tiny hits all three times. I was so used to dabbing hash-rosin that I didn’t hold the hits in (as recommended) and forgot to close my eyes afterward. Both of these are crucial for maximizing the experience when taking safe, small doses. I simply blew them out instantly with my eyes open.

A black hole formed in the center of my field of vision that gradually grew and pulsated. Then, colors started spilling out of it in red, green, and blue neon lines, oozing down and out the black hole in zigzag patterns, like glowing paint spilling on to the floor. Just as fast as the black hole expanded, it then just as quickly evaporated. I decided that since the experience was over in less then a minute, it could be because DMT was weaker than I had anticipated, or that I hadn’t done it correctly (by not holding in the hits in the lungs and not closing my eyes- which I now know is definitely why), or that my endorphins were already depleted from the LSD trip and that I needed to save the rest for my next trip scheduled in three weeks.

Alternatively, in a more mystical theory, I could have been denied entry to the spirit realm due to the errors of judgement I made by mixing with it LSD & scooping 15-35x too much of the DMT- Or, more than likely- all of the above. Ultimately, I decided to save the remaining DMT for my next trip in a few weeks and try to do it right the next time. I would allow my receptors to recharge, avoid mixing it with LSD, weigh out a safe small dose and refine my route of admission and post exhale technique.

But then, about two hours later, while my lady was fast asleep (on the ninth hour of the LSD trip, around 2 am), I looked at the smoking devices chamber and saw the entire pile had recrystallized, as if I had never even taken a hit. It appeared to be the same heaping pile I had poured in it originally, looking good as new. So, spontaneously- without giving it much thought or awareness to my actions- I picked it up (without waking my lady up to resume her role as my watchful trip sitter, which was another significant regret from this experience), but since the previous attempts had deceived me into thinking it wasn’t that strong- or anything to take to seriously- I severely underestimated it. So consequently, I melted down the entire pile and hit the entire bowl, as big and long as I could manage. Intentionally attempting to get multiple hits worth in one gigantic mega-pull, I followed that with a 30-second hold in my lungs until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. What happened next was completely out of this world. I won’t be able to include everything here, but I’ll do my best to describe it- being it’s in writing.

As I was holding it in my lungs and eventually exhaled, David Bowie’s Space Oddity lyrics were playing

Ground Control to Major Tom

Ground Control to Major Tom

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom

(ten, nine, eight, seven, six)

Commencing countdown, engines on

(five, four, three, two)

Check ignition and may God's love be with you

…one… lift off lift off lift off lift off lift off

echoed in my head endlessly as the music brings in that high pitched anxious crescendo, and perfectly timed with it was a force descending from the heavens, it was a spiraling vortexing mandala like floral pattern that was 4 dimensional that came through from the other side of reality, entering me and yanking my soul up and out of my chest and mouth like from the yanking of a divine rope connected to my innermost being. It violently lifted me off the couch, over the ottoman, and into a high-flying kick. My tongue involuntarily shot out of my mouth, making an insanely bizarre “blahhalagalahalahlah” sound.

The entire room dropped out from beneath me, and I was no longer aware of my body- and I was suspended in literal outer space. The stars shot out in front of me from an explosion that went infinitely ahead, just like the Big Bang, with a crazy piercing UFO blast-off sound, kinda like “tchewwwwwwwww,” having a sharp high-pitched Pink Floyd-like sound effect of a UFO shooting by at the speed of light that turned into a wiggly jiggly high tech vibrating wavelength frequency sound effect like, a sci fi version of tinnitus on steroids. The sound effect was perfectly coordinated with the Big Bang of space-time, & stars with electric neon green grids blasting off infinitely ahead with the stars, forming as the floor and ceiling. There were infinite amount of wormholes going forward and to the sides and angles evenly spaced apart as far as the eye could see. To put it more accurately, in every direction, being able to see forwards and backwards at the same time- what was forwards was backwards and what was backwards was forwards- truly experiencing this in 4D.

The wormholes resembled two cone-like shapes, vertically mirrored of each other, converging at their narrowest points. They held the ceiling and floor of green grids apart while simultaneously bridging them. These grids flowed endlessly into an infinite network of wormholes, all interconnected as part of the same unified grid structure. & This was merely the center tier, as there were infinite tiers above and below, each with an identical layout as far as the spirit could perceive in every direction. And I mean every direction- all at the same time.

At the peak of being yanked off the couch and suspended in mid-air / outer space, as my new world developed the song’s sharp anxious crescendo was followed by “THIS IS GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM, YOU’VE REALLY MADE THE GRADE! And the papers want to know whose shirt you wear. Now it’s time to leave the capsule, if you dare.”

I then experienced all these tiers simultaneously, feeling like an omnipresent being in the 4D space-time continuum- being everywhere all at once. It looked like a wormhole-ridden model of General Relativity’s cube of green grids but intertwined with the many worlds theory as each wormhole was the gateway to its respective universe and parallel timeline.. I was deep in the cosmos at the epicenter of the multi-verse. But I wasn’t just ‘in’ the multi-verse, I was the multiverse, being everywhere in it all at once.

(“This is Major Tom to ground control. I’m stepping through the door, and I’m floating in the most peculiar way, and the stars look very different- today.”)

The green grids transformed into white and black checkerboards and flowed into the geometric wormholes. These wormholes were now emerging from the tops of themselves and descending into the bottoms, separating from the larger grids and forming donut-shaped objects with the wormholes in the center of each. (I later learned that these are called torus’s). It was as if I was simultaneously inside all of them separately at the same time, while also still observing them from the outside vantage point of being suspended outer space. It felt like my consciousness was split up into thousands of vantage points, (like being connected to the source of consciousness and not my own) experiencing them all separately but simultaneously- while being multiplied into more and more of them endlessly, which caused extreme and utter panic in my psyche. I could feel myself starting to resist the experience. I was looking for a way out when there wasn’t one. I attempted to open my eyes to return to my bedroom, only to realize that they were already open and there was no way to ground myself back into my normal reality to change what was happening. It was simply my entire experience unfolding in full. It was at that point, I realized my physical body was chaotically flying around the room in response to the utter panic and responding in pure chaos- knocking things over while tripping over things, falling down and getting back up again only to do it over again- I could barely feel it and just barely had any sense I was doing it, barely feeling it through the ‘veil’. I realized I had no control over my body that was thrashing around the room and this made me realize that I could potentially be dying back on earth. (Which in reality the bodily chaos I was putting myself through was due to my ego fighting the experience, DMT is non toxic, and naturally occurring in the body, you can’t die from it, but instead of letting go, surrendering to the experience and relaxing like your supposed to, I fought it with every inch of my being and couldn’t get the thought out of my head that I was dying.

As my consciousness was being multiplied into thousands of vantage points in the wormhole torus realm, I can hear myself shouting “BABE!, BABE!, BABE! Oh Fuck, I THINK I’M DYING!, I THINK I’M DYING! Oh FUCK, I’M DYING! I’M DYING! CHELSEA! CHELSEEAA!” As I loose the remaining feeling to my earthly body I can hear myself self saying repeatedly “Oh Fuck, AM I DEAD? Oh Fuck, AM I DEAD? AM I DEAD?” I couldn’t see or feel anything in my bedroom; instead, I was completely immersed in my new reality. This wasn’t a visual; it was an all-encompassing experience. However, I could at least still hear my panicked cries for help reverberating into my new extraterrestrial astral realm, hoping that meant I was still alive there. The growing head pressure, the high-pitched ringing, the loud music, and the reverb from everything combined with the endless echoing of my voice made it very difficult to hear myself which was my only lifeline left that was letting me know I might still be alive there, so I started yelling out each word louder and louder as it was simultaneously getting drowned out. Thankfully, my lady heard me through her sleep and woke up to come to my rescue as I was literally plowing straight through the floor fans, tripping over the ottomans, and crashing into the end tables, TV stand, and everything else in the room. I had cuts on my legs and had several bodily bruises from the chaotic thrashing that started immediately after the exhale. I was desperately pleading for her to hear me, as I was virtually blind and only seeing through my mind’s third eye in this outerspace extraterrestrial fractal geometry land as David Bowie’s “Space Oddity” lyrics were essentially narrating my experience in real time.

And then, a wave of relief washes over me as I finally hear her voice nearby, exclaiming, “What happened? What’s wrong? Brady! WHATS HAPPENING!? Brady! BRADY! BRAAADDDYY!!”

But I was unable to respond, I couldn’t speak or think of any words, but she noticed the smoking device tipped over on the floor and immediately put 2 and 2 together, taking me to the ground, & placing my head in her lap and caressing my face and head with her hands, & wiping my sweat away like she does when I’m sleeping as she knows it relaxes me. Although I can’t think of words or their meaning, my ego keeps me idling, repeating, “If I die, at least it’ll be in your arms. If I die, at least it’ll be in your arms. That’s all I can ask for. If I die, at least it’s in your arms.”

I genuinely believed I was dying. I know from my experience with psychedelics that this is what they call “ego death,” but while in the process, you don’t realize it. It just undeniably feels like real, actual death is coming on.

I knew I had messed up big time and brought this upon myself. I was incredibly grateful that my lady woke up to be by my side and hold me one last time before my untimely demise. At that moment, the most important thing was being with her one last time and not dying alone. I could feel the consequences of my actions in my heart- that I was about to leave behind my parents, my little brother, and my lady. I was self-aware of how hard it would be for her to survive without me.

And then, I was just idling, saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m dying. This is it, I’m dying.” She started tearing up, but she was trying to stay strong- committed to getting me through this. She was gently shushing me, and the reverberation of the shhh was insane: shhh shhhh shhhh shhhh shhh shhh shhh shhh per one of her shhhs. She was telling me, “You’re gonna make it through this. If anyone can make it through this, it’s you. You got this Brady, you got this, you got this Brady” followed by “Please, please, Please God. Please.” It felt like impending doom was imminent, moments away from finalizing. My head pressure was on the verge of exploding, as alarm bells, sirens and flashing colors were going off as I was in this fractal geometry astral realm universe. At this point I could feel her caressing my head and wiping the sweat off my face, even though I still couldn’t see any of it in the actual bedroom. I could only see my new space-time continuum reality, but I could feel it happening to my true self, feeling it through the veil- if that makes sense. And the slight return of feeling made me realize just how much pressure my head was containing- it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

At some point during this scene, David Bowie’s lyrics were saying, “Although I’ve passed 100 thousand miles, I’m feeling very still, and I think my spaceship knows which way to go-woah, tell my wife I love her very much, She know-oh-ohs.” These lyrics narrating this intensified the whole thing for both of us, making her even more emotional. While this was happening, a multi-faced cube-shaped jester had greeted me. He bounced and floated around, and he “jumps” even though he’s just a floating cube face with no legs. And he spins to show me all of his faces on each side of his cube. Each face having a different emotion. During this, as my head pressure was reaching its maximum, he “Choo-Choo” trains steam out of his ears. The steam left his head like one of those rubber chickens you squeeze, and the brains shoot out there ears before returning inside the head when you stop squeezing it. Right after the steam left his ears, it returned into his ears, and he explodes into confetti that then whisks away like vapor.

When he made his presence known, my heads alarms that were going off were that of a flashing red and white nuclear destruction warnings- flashing the alarming colors while a dangerous-sounding alarm was sounding off. Then, there was an explosion that felt like my mind got blown out the side of my head. I’ve never had an aneurysm, but I imagine this is what it would feel like and it happened right as the lyrics were saying “GROUND CONTROL to Major Tom, YOUR CIRCUITS DEAD! THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG! Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom! Can you heeeaarr?” and that’s when I realized, I could no longer hear- I could no longer feel her or my body, I was gone.

Apparently, from her perspective, I had shot up and out of her arms in a chaotic adrenaline rush, flying all over the room again. But from my perspective, I was taken to this 4 dimensional club like lounge made entirely of photons of neon purples blues and whites that formed a room made of flowing light, colors, and impossible geometrics. There were several entities I could not begin to describe, but to give it my best shot there was a chameleon alien like being, who crawled up my body and sucked the air from my lungs, then a robotic snake like entities on wheels came from the left hallway and scanned me with a projector like light, scanning me up and down, and then finally multiple angelic alien beings of light that had elongated geometric shaped heads and multiple eyes took me through this impossible to describe realm some call “the waiting room” and into a complex region to insane to recount, and that’s where they shot beams of white prism rainbow light from the center of their foreheads into my soul, bringing forth all my psychical pain and traumatic pain from life by extracting it from being into a dark ball of energy before me that they retrieved and cast away from me, I could feel love and healing radiating into me through the white/rainbow light while the pain and suffering left me the form of the dark-matter. Not only did all my pain dissipate, but I felt truly and 100% amazing, I didn’t know what was happening, but in that moment I was pretty sure that I was already dead I was being processed and healed to be admitted into the spirit realm for good.

When this profound operation of love and healing they performed on me was over, the room of light opened up above me, and My spirit was stretched out long ways, getting spaghettized while simultaneously disintegrating into sub atomic particles as I was being sucked upwards into a wormholes horizon point and began chaotically traveling through it. As I traveled through it, there were these color-changing circular bubble shapes forming a surrounding 4d space around the area of the wormhole, while the inner walls of it were a translucent blue flowing tunnel. The 4d space surrounding it looked like the shapes of octopus suction cups, but they were animated visual computerized versions, not fleshly animal versions while the tunnels inner walls were like a blue tubing that was lined with fractal geometry lines emanating from the light at the end of the tunnel, & the lines formed a vortexing swirling mandala-like pattern from the ending extending towards me with one angelic flame-wrapped eye in between each set of intersecting lines, going infinitely ahead into the tunnel’s tubing. Time and space were bending and swirling through the center of the tunnel like a hypnotic Fibonacci sequence swirl. My omnipresent matter-less soul was flying through it at warp speeds, like a rollercoaster ride, up, down, bending right and left, corkscrewing, and etc- and then- boom, I was shot out the end of it and was back in my room. But I was completely out of body and was slowly hovering above the top corner of the room, looking down on myself that was physically in the bottom opposite corner of the room. Everything was still and soundless- it was if time itself had paused as everything was frozen in place except my hovering spirit. As I was looking down on myself and saw that I was squatting with my hands bracing myself on the ground. My head was cranked upwards with my eyes looking directly at my new out-of-body vantage point in the opposite top corner of the room. My body and spirit/consciousness were disconnected, yet they were aware of each other’s presence but my consciousness was only perceiving this from my spirits vantage point. As I floated in the top corner of the room, gazing down at myself, I noticed that I appeared to be in the most intense fear imaginable, looking completely feral. I felt bad looking at the guy on the floor- not realizing that was me, thinking “wow, look what that poor guy is putting himself through”. I saw that I was naked, but I recalled I was wearing gym shorts earlier and It appeared that I was covered in water, as if I had just emerged from a pool, I seen my lady frozen in place, looking to be in despair with her hands covering her mouth and tears running down her cheek.

While out of body and looking down at my true self, I eventually had a profound sense of knowing that I had been reborn, whether that be metaphorically or literally into a different timeline I did not know. At the moment I was tempted to believe that I had likely died in the previous reality when it felt like my mind had exploded out the side of my head. And that I might have quite literally wormholed myself to a parallel universe’s timeline and was now continuing my consciousness in this new reality. Meanwhile, my previous self had likely died in her arms and was probably being carted away in a corners wagon. And that this was my second- if not third chance to get it right for myself, for God, and my family.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only 30 seconds of observing myself from above, my spirit snapped down with incredible force from the top corner into my squatting, naked body in the bottom corner. The impact was so strong that it propelled me backward three feet into the end table. This was the opposite of what had happened in the beginning when my spirit had been extracted from my chest, and I had finally returned to my body, seeing the room from a normal vantage point for the first time since before taking the hit.

Although I felt a sense of relief, the reality of everything that had just transpired set in and caused me to enter a state of panic once again. This time, I was crawling on the ground because my legs were too wobbly to stand. It was as if I were a newborn giraffe trying to stand after just being born, toppling over as I tried and resorting to crawling. My girlfriend, who was on the opposite side of the ottoman, watched me crawl towards her with a bewildered expression. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was open wide, with her hand covering it. I crawl to the ottoman, on the opposite side of her, looking up at her, as the room once again falls out into outer space, but this time, I’m still halfway present in this reality, seeing her and the room in front of me with the emptiness of outer space and its stars behind me and below me. As if the event-horizon point of a black hole was right at my body, the front half of my body in this world, the back half of my body in that world. Reality before me, the void behind me.

So I desperately reach over the ottoman, grabbing onto her shirt and arm to prevent myself from falling backward into the eternal darkness of outer space that was behind me. We’re doing this eiffel tower thing, me squatting on one side of the ottoman and her standing on the other. I pull and hang onto her shirt and one of her arms for dear life. I had my tiptoes against the ottoman in squatting position for something to push against while pulling on her, thinking that would give me better odds of not falling into oblivion. But in reality, I was just pulling the shit out of her towards me, and she was using her other arm on the ottoman to counter my pull. I’m yelling out to help me, to pull me up, and to save me as I look back over my shoulder at the vastness and darkness of outer space I was on the verge of tipping backwards into- enduring the most intense panic you could ever feel.

After about 10-20 seconds of this eiffel tower tug of war over the ottoman, I look back and see the couch behind me and the floor beneath me. Extremely grateful, that God spared me.

{Let’s take a moment away from the story to give a shout out about how awesome my lady is. She was stone cold sober and knew nothing was behind me, but all she knew was I needed pulling and I needed it right at that tenth of a second, and so she was pulling with every ounce of energy and urgency she had without any hesitation. What a great women. Didnt even question it but just gave me what I needed in that moment, it seemed to be as real to her as it was to me.}

So, at this point, I’m slowly returning to reality, but I’m still tripping my fn nuts off. I believe I’m gradually improving, and my girlfriend is just saying repeatedly “Oh my god, Brady- I’ve never seen you like that before. I’ve never seen you like that before.” And I’m repeatedly saying “it’s okay, It’s getting better. It’s okay. It’s getting better. It’s okay. I’m getting better.”

Then, I get up and walk over to the other side of the ottoman where she was. I lie on the floor on my stomach, with my hands and legs sprawled out. I close my eyes, wanting to go to sleep and end this terrifying experience. But closing my eyes brings me back on the other side of the breakthrough. & I’m looking at the face of a standard two-eyed gray alien in a blinding white light background that’s made of infinite colors, but appearing lightning-white, with ‘flower of life’ Sacred Geometry symbols plastered everywhere in lattice honeycomb fashion on the white/infinite color background, like a computer screens wallpaper. Then, another 4D extraterrestrial room, starts to develop with radiating purple and blue colors and flowing geometrics that begin to split up into more and more of them, with me being inside them all separately and all at the same time, kind of like what happened before in the beginning- almost like the trip had begun repeating itself, but just in a different fashion.

I open my eyes and shoot back up off the floor in adrenaline, saying, “No! I can’t go back! I can’t go back! I can’t go back!” Then, I go sit on the couch, afraid to close my eyes.

And so, my lady, clearly shaken, but relieved to see me acting a bit more like myself begins recounting everything that transpired from her perspective. I repeatedly reassure her that things are finally improving & I recount events that occurred from my perspective so that I wouldn’t forget them later. However, due to the LSD, I was essentially fully conscious throughout the entire process of what would have been a black-out / pass-out dose had I not been on the LSD, it was like being awake through the anesthesia of a surgery. So she gets me my shorts and then turns off the music, despite my protests to it, as she makes the argument it’s clearly amplifying what I’ve been going through.

She then turns on the news. As she’s talking to me, I glance past her at the TV, and the woman on the news was giving messages of hate, negativity, and division in the country- and she shape shifts into something I could’ve never imagined on my own. Her face transformed into a part-alien, part-devil, part reptile, part human face. It stretches back and outwards, with ridges and gill-like structures emerging from the sides of her neck and stretched-back/outward demonic face. She has a large swollen head, clearly containing a mega-brain, and she has the most evil, dramatic, and elongated eyebrows and eyebrow ridges I’ve ever seen. Her face is completely sinister, and insanely veiny, pumping all that blood to her giant mega brained head. It was as if I was literally seeing the devil, but in a way I’ve never imagined it before sober. It then becomes apparent to me that she also has six (maybe eight?) additional arms protruding from her back, performing Shiva/Kali-like Hindu dance movements. However, these movements are glitchy and trippy as she flickers her long, devilish tongue out at me- flickering it just like a snake.

Normally, my trips are heavenly, divine, and sometimes extraterrestrial, like everything prior to this point in this experience- but this was the first time I’ve ever encountered something truly demonic up close and personal, face to face. And it terrified me to the core. Later, I discovered that these are called reptilians, an extraterrestrial alien race but to me it resembled more what I would consider demonic or satanic.

All that was perhaps a grand total of 20 minutes, tops, (if that) from the moment I exhaled it to the time the lady transformed into whatever that was on the news.

About 40 minutes later, I went to give my lady a kiss, thank her for her help, and apologize for putting her and myself through that terrifying ordeal, vowing never to do it again. As this was happening, she was lying in bed, watching the Three Stooges on her phone. When I looked past her at the phone, I see an animated cartoon from the 1950s, with a round, animated Sun for his face, he looked beyond creepy, with long white animated arms and legs, wearing gloves and shoes just like how the M&M guys and/or the Mickey Mouse characters are animated but a creepy Sun-like character instead- and he notices me looking at him and he breaks character- He stopped abruptly, turns to look directly at me, & pointed both fingers at me like finger guns, and did the pow pow motion. His face fell off his head, like an egg melting, but it caught on a pendulum that started swinging around his body clockwise while his face on the pendulum spun counterclockwise, and his head had a cutout from where his face had fallen from, which was beaming fractal patterns inside the hollowness of his head as he was now flipping me off and smiling, clearly thrilled he got to be the finale of my mind blowing DMT experience.

They call this substance the spirit molecule. And for good reason. You can experience it all when accessing the spirit realm, loving angels & aliens, indescribable interdimensional beings of light, trickster jester entities, dark energy reptilians and everything in between. It all comes down to your energy and what you’re channeling. I realized this isn’t a drug but a molecular technology, maybe even a sacrament of sorts like the Amazonian Tribes has you used it for for centuries- not to be done foolishly like I did. This experience was way more then I could handle due to my irresponsible usage of it, and it changed me to my core.

I left this experience with more questions than answers. What was that? Was it real? And if it was, was it internal?- Archetypes of the mind? Or external through transcendence of higher dimensions through boundary dissolution. And if it was- were those angels and demons? Or aliens and interdimensional beings? Are those two things even any different from each other or just different names for the same thing? What was infinite eye wormhole- was that God the Father? Is God the Father the universe and the source of consciousness itself? Do we all originate our consciousness from source consciousness? Like a receiver transmitting a signal? Is that what happened in the center of the multiverse when my consciousness was infinitely multiplied from different vantage points becoming one with the universe? They say looking for consciousness inside the brain is like looking for the radio host inside the radio. When I experienced death was that real, or just ego death? Did I die? How would I even know if I didif were truly eternal? Did I quantum leap into a Parallel timeline so I could have another chance at life and to complete Gods will for me? Or was I just healed by the beings on the other side and sent back to my normal life as a new and changed person? These are all things I ponder. I still hold my beliefs in Jesus being the Lord but the specifics of what all falls underneath that and beyond in the heavenly spirit realms has surely been put into a strange perspective. But the one answer I did come away with is it doesn’t matter. What matters is my life right now, and to make the most of it. To live a simple life, loving all, being good to others and my self. To make the most of my time with my lady and my family, to keep it simple, work a normal job, and have a quiet life at home. I came away from this realizing I need to leave the cannabis industry, leave behind the weed, & the lsd and of course never to do DMT again as once was enough for life. My eyes were opened. I flushed everything down the toilet and quit my job, trusting I was now on the path to what I’m really supposed to be doing. At the time of writing this it’s October 2025 and it’s been 6 months since then, and my life is totally 100% different. That was the most profound experience of my life and it set me on a new path forward. Did I die? Probably not- but I was definitely reborn.

Post-text:

After 8 months of a break from psychedelics I did eventually try DMT again and had an absolutely great follow up experience I still haven’t smoked cannabis hash or done lsd again, but I do partake in DMT once every month or so. Doing it responsibly and with respect to its power has been key to having excellent experiences in the spirit realm. Not to say this experience above wasn’t awesome, as it truly was the most profound experience of my life. Thanks for any positivity in the comments. Keep in mind this story was my first experience with DMT and I didn’t do my homework before hand and that’s what lead to me using it so naively.