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DMT Entity Experiences
Reports of seemingly autonomous entities and complex
the deal: DMT experiences (Wikipedia
entry for DMT) are the most powerful psychedelic
trip possible. It literally lights up the brain in
a tsunami of neural activity for a brief 5 to 15 minutes
of infinity and then the user returns to normal consciousness,
usually with no hang-over or lingering after-effects.
In these trips there is an unusually high frequency
of reports of communication with some form of high-intensity
intelligence. Currently there is no widely accepted
theory on what these experiences actually represent.
The first researcher in 30 years to get FDA/DEA approval
to conduct human research on DMT was Dr. Rick Strassman.
He had heard about the contact reports before the
study, but he was astonished at both the regularity
and the details of the entity experiences. The content
of these encounters was so bewildering, so alien,
so unprecedented that he concluded there was no simple
psychological explanation in terms of wish-fulfillment
Some feel the entities are aspects of ones own mind.
That is the easiest theory to conceive and feel safe/comfortable
with. However experiencers maintain that the contact
is unquestionably with something very interactive,
attentive, hyperintelligent and alien to one's whole
existence. The psychedelic scene seperates into foreground
and background and then the independently operative
'entities' become invasively curious, interactive
and often coldly business-like. Many witnesses say
that either way the implications are profound,
because if these apparent beings exist as part of
the mind then we have horrendously strange latent
cognitive abilities that are light-years beyond normal
Here are a few excerpts of DMT 'entity contact'
reports - collected from Erowid, Tribe.net,
TripZine & Lycaeum
"[Several grams of dry P. cyanescens]
Eventually an entity came and delivered me unbidden personal
attention. I was quite relieved to see another creature,
for I suspected I was one myself (although not sure).
At first I was captivated by its fluid motions and methodical
actions. It was moving in rhythms, doing a dance of sorts.
Eventually it occurred to me that the "dance"
it was doing involved horrifying probes of my own form,
and that it was moving faster than I could comprehend
while doing so. I was paralyzed. I wasn't sure if I had
a body or not, but this thing was doing something to ME,
which was still intact.
As I concentrated more and more upon its "physical"
form (which is a term I use as loosely as possible), it
occurred to me that it looked somewhat familiar. Not anything
I had ever seen, but close. It was a giant praying mantis,
although it had mental appendages and cartoon details
about it. Its many arms worked up and down my existence,
probing and testing every bit. It seemed to put no effort
into comforting me, yet it did through some sort of telepathy
imply that it would be easier for both of us if I stopped
struggling. Eventually I did, and it left."
"DMT, 2 tokes.
as I got closer, these short, squatty garden gnome looking
dudes, but not pudgy, just thick, all started flooding
toward the door and me, and they were audibly saying "
No no nope nope nope nope nope, noooo nooo, nope."
So I backed away from the door, and they relaxed, I started
to the door again and once more, "nope nope nooope,
no no" It was an Oz, munchkin land voice, kinda cute,
and I had the feeling like they were helping me stay on
track, like the door was some type of temptation that
I was falling for and they were guarding me. Fade out
back to 'reality' "
The first thing I saw was the "visible language!"
The words, the shapes, the "music" (the "music"
refers to the DMT auditory effects, not music in this
reality and the stereo was off during this part of the
trip) and the voices all carried the same message: "Strong,
safe, strong, safe; help, ok, ok, help; safe, safe, alright!"
The "elves" appeared. They sang/I saw/read/felt/heard.
They are 'made out' of the visible language. The message
is conveyed by the medium itself in several simultaneous
sensory modalities. Vision, heard speech, read language,
music, song, images and pictures all happen at once, so
that the meaning is multi-dimensional.
example, if one were to "see" a cat in this
state it would be communicated in many ways at once: one
would see a picture or cartoon of a cat, made out of writhing,
colorful strips or segments which are words -- "cat,
cat, cat, pussy, kitty, pussy, meow, tail, ears, cat,
cat, kitty..." and the picture would be accompanied
by a musical description of the cat (like "Peter
and the Wolf,' only more descriptive and precise) and
by voices singing 'cat, cat, kitty, kitty, meow, puss,
kittycat..." which would match the text.
The elves were dancing in and out of the multidimensional
visible language matrix, "waving" their "arms"
and "limbs/hands/fingers?" and "smiling"
or "laughing," although I saw no faces as such.
The elves were "telling" me (or I was understanding
them to say) that I had seen them before, in early childhood.
Memories were flooding back of seeing the elves: they
looked just like they do now: evershifting, folding, multidimensional,
multicolored (what colors!), always laughing, weaving/waving,
showing me things, showing me the visible language they
are created/creatures of, teaching me to speak and read.
(Are they are linguistic programs made manifest and personified?
This throws an entirely new light on Terence McKenna's
remark at Esalen about language being the "most alien
artifact" we have!)
The personal reality of these creatures seems indisputable
during the contact, but that interpretation runs into
my normal skepticism when I am out of contact. Is the
notion that these are beings merely the obvious interpretation
of these phenomena by the human mind? Or is something
else going on that we can only understand by interpreting
it as an encounter with an alien being?
visible language and the multidimensional nature of the
forms seems so clear, but the relationship of these phenomena
to me as an individual and to the human race in a species-history
sense is less clear. I am always afraid of repeating the
errors of misplaced concreteness (thinking the "creatures"
are "real") and the dogmatic fallacy (thinking
that I know what I saw). The most honest answer is that
I don't know what I saw (do we ever?), but that the description
above is my attempt to communicate some of what I thought
The visible language phenomenon was most interesting --
I felt curious, excited, and peculiarly self-confident
while experiencing it -- a childlike delight and a consuming
desire to see and know more. I only saw part of what was
going on, and I only remember part of what I saw, and
I can communicate only a little of what I remember.
dear reader, you have similar experiences, try to see/perceive
as much as you can, remember as much as you are able (take
notes or talk into a recorder) and attempt to write down
your trip. It is hard to do, the results are always less
than you hope, but we must all try to express these things
if we are ever to build a descriptive consensus or even
a start at understanding!
It soon appeared as if I penetrated as what I can only describe
as a membrane or bubble, for when that happened this web-like
structure became very animated.
lost all my bearings; I knew I was once again in that
familiar place known as hyperspace but I forgot who I
was and how I got there. I was in absolutely awe as this
'web' morphed into what appeared as a plasma octopoid
with flailing appendages similar to tentacles that were
moving VERY fast and appeared to be tending to some task
quite dilligently. In addition when these tentacles would
move they would emit a reverberating set of tones each
movement produced a unique set of harmonic audio expressions.
Soon I became aware that this 'octopoid' was actually
redirecting my awareness to these *incredible* structures
that were made with his appendages/harmonic manipulations.
time my attention would come to rest I would suddenly
feel my awareness redirected to another structure being
built that was more spectacular than the last. Before
long I noticed a pressure in my center and I realized
once again I was contained in a physical vehicle and that
I was perceiving the weight of my hands interlaced on
my solar plexus. My ego was reassembling itself and the
web/octopoid simultaneously was losing it's animate life-like
As I exhaled the fourth lungful of smoke I was washed
away into hyperspace once again. Upon entering hyperspace
I percieved myself falling through a tunnel in zero gravity
at light speed then once again I penetrated a 'bubble/membrane'
and was in what I refer to as 'The Dome' or 'The Control
Panel' only this time instead of a percieved 'octopoid'
redirecting my awareness to various structures there was
this huge gelatinous-hexagonal-rubix-cube type machine
that would reform itself into structures according to
these progressive harmonic tones that permeated my reality
causing various emotions to emerge in addition it was
redirecting my attention to various intersections of it's
time my attention was pointed to one of these intersections/nodes
a vision followed by a revelation, would envelope me along
with an emotion I can only describe as pure elation and
awe. The only vision/relevation that I vividly remember
was one of humanity's history. I recall seeing many people
in positions of power from ancient civilizations from
all around the globe. I could see a distinct spectrum
of colors for each spirit that belonged to each of these
kings/warriors/ thieves/martyrs/prophets and shamans.
I saw their entire lifespan from birth to death .....
This process of reincarnation continued generation after
generation up until the present day.
I was coming out of hyperspace I realized I was emitting
these very strange noises from my mouth that were actually
driving and changing the visual content of my experience,
what struck me as even more strange/amazing was that in
addition to every noticeable change in the visual content
of my trip and vocal emissions coincided wih changes in
my physical environment such as windblowing/crickets chirping.
Feeling like a newborn baby fresh from the womb I shed
a tear in absolute reverence for life and being.
Do not assume because of the way much of this was presented
that I believe in mushroom entities or DMT entities...
I do not come to such premature conclusions without proper
empirical evidence. For me, everything is one spirit.
One Life, One Love.
"From lower level experiences using 20-30 mg inhaled
with variable efficiency in 1 to 3 hits, so far I could
list these encountered representaions of entities:
Small, 2 dimensional homunculii that 'hump' or flick their
bodies all over the 3 dimensional vision. They chase a
part of the vision around, humping it robotically...?
These are sometimes black-and-white joker-like 'moving
drawings' or other times coloured Aztec-like drawn figures.
These 2D creatures have some tongue type appendage that
'flicks' or clicks. These seem remote in some way, cartoons
I draw with my mind maybe, but they behave as if they
are involved in a process, flicking, clicking and humping...
I'm not close to these and they can ignore me.
One level up in intensity is the fractal 'imp'; I am way
closer to this 'being' ... and it's leading me or pulling
my attention 'around'. Mirrored hallways hide these imps,
there are only a few, or one I follow with my attention.
They have no shape or take any shape; a folded part of
the vision moves independantly to 'pull off' the cover
of another part. I have on a few occasions felt blocked
by a bunch of mirrors, and these imps know how to get
past and are sitting above them, and behind them. But
either my dosage, or my 'preparedness' is not enough to
'breakthrough'. These fractal imps might be trying to
keep me in the halls of mirrors..?
The most vivid and intense being I met once was a multi
eyed, multi-serpent vision' that pressed over me; it was
warm and loving like Gaia's Busom pressed onto me. With
my eyes closed, She came face to face with me.. ! But
she had all sorts of deep, dark eyes ( very alien snake
eyes), a tongue and a mouth that then sucked at me !Of
course I let her !! I coined the word Brain-lingus after
that experience !
think that the field of vision is sometimes so full that
anything that makes sense or has intelligence about wtf
is going on, could be concrete enough to be seen as an
'entity'. But the autonomous actions of these 'entities'
means who's intelligence or 'what's' intelligence is showing
me this..? Who is saying "let's Go !" ... ?
The attention these beings focus on us is apparently one
variable that changes; some don't care others have a "job"
to care about distracting or enticing us further. "
"I've only once 'seen' entities with any form of
DMT, and that was on my very first 5MeO trip. They appeared
as Native American tribal elders (I heard chants throughout
the experience). There were five of them (corresponding
to the five-pointed star). They all had kind, caring faces,
and were softly staring at me, kinda like 'Mona-Lisa'
stares actually. It was night, outside, in a star-lit
full moon desert (I was physically present in the desert
and at night at the time, and on tribal land). I could
see them clearly. They each had a network of deep grooves
covering their whole faces; a unique signature each telling
of a vast life full of experience and history. I faced
one of them and traced one such grooves up to his eye.
What I found was absolute darkness, but it was not 'negative'
in any way. It seemed incredibly deep, vast, endless even.
I was overcome with a sense of truth of how much more
there is to know, and how little I really do know. It
was humbling, but it was empowering as well.
knew with absolute certainty then, while glimpsing into
that time-less vast 'scape', that these entities; the
mental representations of my higher self which had manifested
in a form which I already hold in the highest possible
regard, or the 'otherworldly' entities which somehow apply
the most appropriate meme-set in order to communicate
with me, or any possible combination thereof... that behind
this experience was a constructive aim; something positive;
something for me to learn."
"My last try on inhaling Alladin's Lamp, I came upon
the "playpen" experience. And it's set of 'entities'
were familiar; their joker faces, laughing, waving, flicking
things 'up', wagging something, peering from underneath
and behind mirrored surfaces. I recognized all the mirrored
halls etc I had seen before, so now all closed in, the
playpen was there ! All the time, toyboxes were there
'from before' too ... I somehow knew to move on, and the
playpen gave way to the 'main-floor library staircase'
which i was gliding up as a larger 'crowd' of people waved
me up, like I was going up with the veil.
Trying to recall, so much is really cartoonized ... and
'reflected' in perfect images of spaces and mirrors mirrors
factes reflecting all over ! I remember simple messages
like 'be without having' ... the only words I could summarize
some trips by... cling to nothing, and you end up going
'higher' ... hyperspatially speaking... maybe true in
real life as well.
of dark or black backgrounds and black obsidian mirrors,
instead of 'regular' white mirrors... on another occasion,
in the 'black space' again I guess, objects or beings
appeared outlined in bright fluorescent lines. I had heard
of this before I found the words 'appropriate' for calling
it the "Gumby" ...! Or what I would call The
Gumby family ! The outline against the blackness was day-glo
lines shaped like Gumbys, big and little, like mom, dad
and kids... Now I can't recall what we did, said, or what
the exchange was about, I can't embellish unfortunately...
My attention was 'directed' at the kid-Gumby which 'looked
up' and gave me the longest stare. It's disappointing
I can't recall anything other than 'watch out for the
little ones' as the message... .. !
if entities require that a communication happens, so far
all I can recall 'they' have said to me, is to "be
without having" ..
and "watch out for the little ones" ... The
wagging-finger and saying no-no-no-no NO! is what the
playpen jokers say .. .sometimes."
"DMT 3 tokes,
my first contact was from a distance. I noticed a sort of
psychedelic city scape where thousands (millions?) of independent
entities were going about some business which didn't seem
to have anything to do with me. I was just watching from
My first communication experience was another journey. It
was unexpected because I was engulfed and astonished at
the familiar yet baffling display of fractalic imagery,
which seemed to be communicating to me. I heard a "voice"
in my head but it wasn't linear english words, but more
a multidimensional moving set of meaning which I somehow
managed to understand, but on a deep subconscious level
(i.e. I could tell you what it was I understood, but I am
sure I understood it in some way). Then I sort of "changed
focus" mentally/visually and noticed that the fractalic
morphing meaning tapastry that I was looking at was actually
some sort of independent entity. It didn't have set boundaries
but was definately unique to its surroundings."
~ From an intense DMT discussion with prolific
science author Clifford Pickover -
The comments in this article are adapted from Psychedelic
Information Theory: Shamanism in the Age of Reason,
by James Kent.
> There is also a sense of enchantment, of sanctity,
of beauty, a sense of
gaining privileged access to knowledge and that their
intelligence is increased.
I agree that all these aspects of the human mind are amplified
under the influence of DMT. One does not have to take
DMT to have epiphanies of beauty and sanctity. DMT does
increase intelligence, which I define as the brain's ability
to retain many specific pieces of data in working memory
while simultaneously performing analysis on them. DMT
(and other psychedelics) certainly amplify this capacity,
and thus amplify the brain's capacity to apply contextual
meaning or "profundity" to whatever it may be
experiencing. If the psychedelically amplified brain happens
to be focused on an imaginary alien landscape, then the
profundity of that alien landscape suddenly goes through
> To the DMT psychonoaut, the world around
them appears to be constructed, composed with care like
a work of art or an intricate hand-spun fabric, and guided
like actors in a play. They feel as if a veil has been
lifted and so that they see something that has always
this aspect of the experience is more relevant to me than
the elves or whatnot. The exposing of the deeper fabric
of reality that we don't normally see is the big secret
of the DMT (and other psychedelic) experience. This is
a product of the amplified mind exploring the nature of
hard reality. The quantum levels of flux become apparent
and the "hardness" of reality disappears into
a vibrating mass of infinitely deep energy, emerging and
crystallizing from the bottom-up into ever-changing states,
which of course it actually is. The profundity of this
realization is very heavy, yet it is nothing that we do
not already know. But the quantum nature of our world
made manifest for our otherwise limited senses is always
> Many psychonauts return with a certainty
that consciousness continues after death. They return
with the idea of a soul existing beyond the body, somehow
woven into the fabric of the universe.
agree. This may well be the case. Time is an illusion
of our senses. The soul may be timeless. Again, this conjecture
is metaphysically savory but impossible to prove. The
mystery just gets deeper when you probe it. My conclusion
is that the things we see in the psychedelic state are
a confusing mixture of a "deeper hidden reality"
that is there all the time (the product of amplified senses),
plus detailed imaginal renderings of our own subconscious
desires and fears (made manifest by a combination of synesthesia
and an over-stimulated brain trying to impose order on
chaotic patterns). Sorting out which is which (separating
the "hard signal" from the "chaotic noise"
and "imaginal rendering") is the hard part of
the psychedelic journey. Flatly accepting the entirety
of the experience as "real" or "truth"
is a mistake that makes many "psychedelic philosophers"
appear to be little more than new-age jokes enamored with
their own visions. The issue demands much deeper analytical
thinking than that. It drives me crazy.
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