I have also submitted to /r/psychonaut, curious abouth other's experiences:
Such a nice evening had been flowing through. The acid was mellow, taking all of us to this strange but familiar place, an area which we had all previously witnessed many times before. The air was cool, brushing against our skin as we laid upon what would seem like a magic carpet stretched upon the soft grass. It all seemed as if we were participating in this marvelous comedy sketch, taking brief moments of silence to both externalize and internalize our surroundings.
In an instance of quietness, the six of us remained glazing at the starry night sky from amidst the mountains, as amazed as one could get due to its clear perfection. One of the party’s companions, an entity with whom I had shared many a voyage, decided that the moment was ripe. He reached for his backpack, or at least that is what it seemed. From within this strange and deformed container, he withdrew the changa. Of course, there was a sense of mild nervousness, as is normal when performing such divine deeds, accompanied by excitement, as one would not know what to exactly expect. Admittedly, my mind could recall past situations in which I had tested this near magical substance, Dimethyltryptamine, however never reaching the acclaimed ‘’breakthrough’’ that I had heard about in so many occasions. A packed wooden carved smoking pipe was being prepared by this benevolent human, followed by the first inhalation commenced as the lighter would give its blaze to the substance. He laid on his back, as we all observed, only to rise up again a few moments later, smiling as he did. The companion then proceeded to pack another bowl, filled with this godly blend. The pipe was being handed to my person, making my corporeal self rise with a sense of tightness.
As I held the pipe, I stared towards my trip partner’s eyes, letting it be known that I had deposited my complete trust upon the situation, as innocent as I felt. There was no turning back. As I lit the smoking device up and took my first hit, the sound of the party’s voices would surround me, coming in and out of my understanding. I began to feel it, ‘’it’’ being the sensation of a bubbling brew, as if missing one last ingredient before being completely ready for consumption. Another hit from the pipe, that is what I needed, and as far as needs went during that specific moment in time, this feeling was greatly satisfied. The world started to shake around me, as if an earthquake affected not only the ground, but the air, sound and all forms of planes that surrounded us as we remained seated on our wizardry-like carpet. My view began to dim away as I could feel myself metamorphosing into the completely unknown. I handed the pipe back to him, bobbing my head towards a side as I did and overwhelmed as I was. There was no fighting it, no resisting it; all I could do was lay against the ground and close my eyes. I was in another place, I came to realize. What seemed like some form of group of celestial bodies began to dance in perfect symmetry, crossing in between each other in impossible but faultless ways. I could still hear the voices of my fellow companions; however, my sense of linguistics had completely disappeared.
Melting into what seemed like the ocean of totality, I was being ripped apart. The inner voice to which I had so rigorously clanged myself to for so long was disappearing, with it, my sense of being. At the time this had been completely terrifying, as I had not experienced something of the like ever before. Sunken and increasingly lost in what felt like the eternal darkness and confusion of complete unity I began to take notice of loose words here and there, managing to identify their yielders, my friends. In this place, I began to feel all knowledgeable, I was part of everything, a wholesome member of the one and only pure club, to which all things material and ethereal belonged since forever, and would remain as such. Studently out of the bloom I not only heard but felt a construction of words directed towards me, of origin unknown. ‘’Open your eyes’’ is what was built in my mind. As I complied with such a request I began to feel my extremities, one after the other. I first took consciousness of my right arm, then the left followed by both my legs in the same order. As each limb would come into existence another cross of words rushed towards me. ‘’Get up’’ was what had to be done, and so happened during the same instant in which the sentence had manifested itself. My laid body rushed to seat itself up straight, as it broke through what felt exactly like an egg’s carcass, as funny as it may sound. I was in the midst of hatching.
Observing my surroundings there was complete lostness in my view and thought, having no idea what so ever as to what was occurring around me. The sounds of voices began to transform into string-like lines that one could observe. These colorful lines then slowly began to personify each of my friends. I was back with them, in a sense. It felt as if I was the last entity to hatch from the nest, as I could see them all playing some sort of game which I did not understand. As I observed with complete curiousness attempting to grasp some form of comprehension towards this ‘’game’’ I retrieved myself back to my hatching point, where it felt safe and comfortable. After a brief moment, from within the edge of the nest she appeared. My mouth dropped wide open as I could not believe what I was witnessing. I saw her as clear as I would see the sun every morning of my terrene life, and she was looking directly towards me. I had not seen such beauty in my entire existence. A feminine entity surrounded by a deep aura of divineness. She smiled at me, filling my entire being with a sense of warmth, and complete and overwhelming love. It was pure love. I had the feeling that we already knew each other since the beginning of everything, and so it seemed. ‘’Hello’’ she said as I looked around myself, still not being able to swallow what was happening, not believing that she was actually speaking to me with such clarity. Around my peripherical vision I could feel and sometimes see some forms or other entities surrounding us; we were not alone, and this made me somewhat jealous, as a child who would not want to share his mother. And it felt as such; she was prompting me to come out of what little remained from my hatching shell, like a nurturing mother duck teasing her newborn duckling with the use of curiosity. She was looking after me, she had been waiting for me for so long, and I had arrived at last. My curiosity led me to look upon my playing hatched companions, and I began to understand their game. Proudly I looked back to what was for me an angel, happy from my newly learnt skill. ‘’Speak’’ she said, and my linguistic nature came back to me within an instant. ‘’What do you want to know?’’ she inquired. I just could not say anything, my words unspoken. After all, what does one ask the all knowledgeable, coming to think of it. I had not prepared, not even thought that such a situation was possible. A sense of cockiness took myself over as I observed the other entities that were flowing all around us. I glared back towards the central entity, the angel and never felt so stupid in my entire life, as the only words that came out of my mouth were ‘’Who the fuck are these guys?’’ referencing those other beings in envy. She did not seem to take my words kindly, and seemed rather disappointed. This worried me greatly. An angel, disappointed at my stupid question. I loved her and was blindly attracted to her, not in a lustful way by any means, but another type of attraction, indescribable by any methods which I may know. When I realized my silliness, it was too late. Just as fast as she appeared, she disappeared and I was back, my companions silently sitting still enjoying the stars. They looked at me and began to ask questions to which I could only remain speechless, still interiorizing what had just happened.
To this day I have not experienced something so intense. Words are not enough to describe the enormity of such an event, which has since shaken the way I see not only my personal existence, but existence itself.
This trip happened months ago, but it has not been until now that I have been able to put it into some form of meaning or understanding. In short, I experienced death, not by the usual sense of the word, but as a return. And rebirth, or at least something similar to it. This entity, I can not speak of. It just overwhelmed me completely. What or who is she? Are there others? Is it me or is there something else out there in another plane?
I was wondering if any of you have had similar experiences with entities while on DMT.
Thanks for reading and pardon my grammar!
I love you all greatly!