Peeking through veils of eternity -a DMT story

The account you will find below is a fictitious journal of an unknown person. He refers to himself as “I”, and talks about a dream.

How could I simply brush off such an adventure while I was desperately bored with life? And how “fun” is life supposed to be, anyway? Well, I guess terminal boredom leads us to unknown places sometimes. What I am about to talk about is one of such experiences that took a very breathtaking turn. Fate lent me a hand and during one of my travels I was gifted a bundle of Peganum harmala, known colloquially as “Syrian Rue”. What was this strange plant? Of what use is it? I began seeking answers. Being a curious person, my research into this rabbithole gifted me the discovery of this wonderful substance called “DMT” –which some fittingly call the “spirit molecule“.

Let’s not divert too much from the story shall we? I ended up finding out that DMT naturally occurred in a beautiful plant called Mimosa hostilis. Prepared and combined with the Syrian Rue, it has a miraculous entheogenic, overworldly effect. This mixture is called Ayahuasca. To call this a mere “drug” is a gross underestimation.

Much information about the aforementioned substances can be found online. What I am about to narrate to you is, however, unique. I prepared both the rue and the mimosa in the correct way, that is, by making disgusting vomit-inducing tea concoctions out of them. I refrained from other substances for the day and prepared myself mentally. I drank the rue tea first, lit up an incense stick and about 30 minutes later, I ingested the mimosa tea. I was sitting a dark room at night, in silence. The inner journey could begin now.

Meditating in the dark, I waited for the effects to show themselves. I would be lying if I were to say there was no fear in this waiting. But him who knows and respects the ways of the immortals, to him who earnestly seeks that Light, such a journey is a reward. I soothed myself knowing those in the realm of the infinite were my friends, I knew them well. What I did not know was how utterly different from anything experienced before what was coming could be. Trying to check if “reality” still applied to me, I took a glance around the objects in the room. They seemed like what they always were. I closed my eyes again. Clear geometric shapes and a thousand manifestations of the mind raced through my eyes every time I closed them, and every time I opened my eyes again it felt as if I were losing my grip over the reality of the world a bit more. When I saw the patterns on my blanket floating around as if they were ripples over the sea was the time I laid back and closed my eyes to never open them again until all of this was done.

Anxiety, sly, tried to take hold of my heart. Patterns were intensifying. There was a radio static sound in my head getting louder and louder. Then my guide talked to me. He lulled me, telling me to be not afraid. I would be under his guidance from now, I could ask anything I was curious about. I finally got knocked down and lost contact with the outside world.

Body left behind, I was now in a celestial labyrinth. Someone gave me a key to open a door. I realized that I was a prince of ice. I walked through the corridors to find the room that I would open the doors of. Inside, people of fire. Ground is fire, walls are fire. I showed them the key and told them how I was told to come here. We spoke. I realized I turned into a prince of fire, made of fire. Yet fear I did not.

Then my guide took me to somewhere else. There I was surrounded by colorful masks circumambulating around my perimeter. How would I fall in dismay if those sights were in the world of ours! But for now, they were my friends and I, their guest. I was taken through layers and layers of divine light, a neverending chromatic fabric! Sometimes crystallized, sometimes soft and flowing. Between the shapes and patterns music began to run its course. Music was liquid! I could hear the monotonic notes of Tibetan and Mongolian throat singers droning about. Music took the shapes of what I was seeing. Bach’s music also found its place in this array, a cello descending and ascending its notes as more and more veils of heaven were pulled down in great spectacle.

My guide asked me if I wanted to see the wonders of the world and many ways of those inhabiting the earth. How could one decline? Take me!

The whole globe stands before me. Then there is this familiar land: the Middle East. I get closer to it, looking over the cities and fields and the deserts of the realm. I am taken to a tribe of noble Arabs in the desert, they welcome me warmly. I’m invited to their stately tent in which there is a feast. I am offered food, it is gladly accepted. They show me their well-trained falcons, camels, thoroughbred horses. Taken back to the archaic times of Ayyam al-Arab, I feel the breath of the ancients. Valiant warriors, wise kings, evil enemies all come to my recognition. Armies march through valleys, enemies are slain, horses have manes of fire.

This is just the beginning! For the wonders of the world are endless, so are the peoples living over it. For one example I am taken to the Slavs, which are excellent in hospitality. Deers and owls in their divine, totemic form manifest there in their forests. I speak with one such Owl-God. Many animals come in their spiritual appearances, they are wise. I wish to be taken to the heartland of Anatolia, where Hittites reside. There a group of them are preparing for a sacrifice. There are springs in the shape of eyes around them gushing out a sparkling holy water, cracking the rocks to flow. They sacrifice a lamb, cook it, eat it. They smash an amphora to pieces. But that amphora is not the only one. There I behold many amphoras they crafted and all other beautiful things: carpets, clothes, jewelry –the most beautiful ones you could see, their patterns mixing in with eternity. Every nation produces such artefacts. I am taken through the exceedingly lush forests of Anatolia, hearing their music. Pieces from old operas play while I am taken to different places, music takes an unnaturally astonishing form. Sounds materialize.

I am taken to my ancestors, they come close together and smile. They are exceedingly happy, they embrace me with their love also. Child after child, parent after parent goes through the lineage. They inhabit dry steppes and naked mountains. Still blessed they are.

For a few moments I shift into the fabric of Amerindians. The authentic art of the Aztecs and others are all I see around me. I faintly hear their tribal chantings. I decide to not linger around them so long for I am not the most experienced with them. Still, I am reminded that it is those people that discovered the plant which held my hand to bring me into such a world of wonders. I pay my respects to them, I move out.

I live with a tribe which is attacked by an ugly beast. One of their men take a bow and kill it, everyone is overjoyed. I see a hissing snake ready to attack me. I walk to it and hug it. Its venomous teeth fall out, he becomes the Agathos Daimon. I see those archaic statues of the Greeks, cast into deathless strong stone. They smile, they feel the endless beauty of the cosmos. Blissful infinity close to the gods enhances their smiles. Now trees push obstinate rocks with their life-power, silvery leaves of olives spring. Around that time while I cherish myself as a guest among many tribes, the fabric of the world ruptures and a hand reaches out. It is the Mother Goddess, as I learn, I ask my guide if I should go with her invitation. He tells me to do so. I take her hand, she takes me out of the world. There I am met with a female spiritual figure of warm red, yellow and orange colors. She opens her arms for me, yet I doubt for a moment if this could be a trap to kick me out of the realm of heaven. Against my suspicion I feel an assuring warmth from her, then I decide to hug her. She melts away between my arms and I see the Mother Goddess in front of me. She takes up the whole existence. I enter her vagina, crawling inside her uterus. There it feels like I am inside a tower that goes up to the skies with no end in sight. I can see the light coming out of the top, I try to climb to get to it. I am told that my attempt is in vain, as there are countless more towers like this which are stacked on top of each other. I am taken to a pitch black emptiness with a single eye-like hole emanating holy light from itself. I return to the world after I behold it.

During all this my corporeal body was smiling uncontrollably, at least from what I could understand. I asked to check my body at one point, yet my guide replied “That? That body is a thing you left behind, you are separate from it now”. Around that time I vomited my guts out but I couldn’t get what happened while I was out of this world. I felt as if everything bad left me out as I was vomiting. I saw uncomfortable visions for a bit after that. But then I was returned to the great play.

They took me to the lands of the north, Scandinavia. There I saw a mighty mountain covered in snow, I looked up to see the greenish northern lights over it. I was raised aloft and there: the lights turned into images of their ancestors, ancient Norse warriors. I was told the name, deeds, life and death of each. Some were heroic fighters, some kings, some of them fared the boundless sea. Then they invited me to their high hall atop the mountain. I walked the rocky roads illuminated with torches on each side. Immortals were feasting on the nourishment and the drink of gods when I arrived there. I wanted to take part in their banquet but one of them came out to speak to me. “You, mortal, came to our doorstep. Your courage is much appreciated, you are of our kind, but bear in mind that no mortal can pass through those gates to dine with us in the hall of the immortals”. He gave me some of their food and let me sit on the doorstep instead. That much was enough for me now.

Then my journey took me to see the different religions. Many Gods there were, as many as the inhabitants of the earth! Each were revered by different people. I visited Islam. I saw curtains upon curtains, amazing to behold, of emerald color. Intricate golden artwork, invaluable jewels, breathtaking sights of Islamic geometry. People were all prostrating. Do you know what I was told? “Because you had understood the underlying reality sewing all those beliefs together, you are blessed! You are invited to their ecstatic worship and festival before the undying eternal light of God, you are our guest”. Truly happiness and love have taken hold of every single soul there.

I visited Christianity. Between two mountains, a cross and the Holy Spirit shining forth. Christians were dressed in white, waiting in the valley under the mountains. There I was told a story, an account of the creation of world. Shall I narrate it?

At first there was the primordial Being, man and God one and inseparable. Then came the aeon of chaos, age of dark, ruled by frightening beasts of titanic nature. Mankind was torn apart from God, his virtue became lesser. Then came Zeus, trampling the titans under his feet. He established his kingdom with other gods. He gave his son, Dionysus to men. He knew the greatest king would come, for his coming he prepared his throne. The king was the Messiah, son of God, his followers are now united with him here.

How fascinating! A mixture of the Hellenic and Biblical accounts of cosmos.

Don’t you understand why all this wide mosaic of nations revel here? This is heaven! Wonders, wonders greater than tongue could afford! Here Divine Light weaves tightly together what once was fractured, separated, blinded by hate and ugliness. One there is, one thing! All come in praise of it. Nations erect their haughty temples in the name of it, their carpets are woven from the strings of immortality, jewels and pure gold from the hands of skillful artisans shine by this light, for this most beautiful sacrifices are made! Rejoice my heart, I am accepted among them. I am allowed to take a taste of it. Yet all this –could one believe?– all this, is not even a grain of sand in the greatest desert! A gulp of water in the vast ocean, dust in face of unfathomable glories of God. Even if I came a hundred, a thousand times again with the help of the plant I could not see even the tiniest part of it.

A high voice spoke to me:
“This is not even a fraction of what the world beyond there is. To go through the final gate is not something a mortal can do. You are only human, and shall not tread further than this before you die and get your place among immortals. This much is enough for you to know what lies beyond. Once you return to the world you should keep living a life worth what you have witnessed, follow your values, care for your loved ones and –mind this– tread not too deep into all this again, for one time is enough and this is as far as a mere mortal can advance. Now go. But never forget what you have seen.”

What I have been able to retrieve from this journey and bring under words makes up an even lesser part of the whole experience. How could one speak in human words about some of what I have seen? Did all this happen, really? Do I live, or does real life take place outside of the pathetic boundaries of what we call life? Afterglow really only just starts to go away now.

—Part 2 to come—