Semiotic Esperanto

A first-timer's report

Substances: DMT

Well I've been thinking about posting this for a while. This is a desciptive poem I wrote after my first blast with DMT. It took me a long time to try to understand what had happened, and I found it helpful to try to word it to think about how it looked and felt, all my art (songwriting, collage, multimedia, poetry) since then has aimed to try to communicate this experience. Its my lasting connection to Shamanism. The plant growing is also very important, but I tend to start gardens and then travel somewhere, maybe someday I'll integrate the two better. This first session was also followed by any even more intense reading into the subject, "Evidence of Disencarnate Entities with DMT" in Psychedelic Monograms & Essay was very helpful, plus all the internet articles on Terence.

Some balmy August day near Portobello Rd in London, 1993

Lifeforce surging in fractalized surface animations, cascading into a
swirling spiral swaying rainbow hued matrix condensation, cataylzed by
blood-brain barrier infusions and liquid thought perspiration, flooding
over into my eyes of naked flesh. Words resonating in tracer waves
vibrating. Wordweaving in polymorphic fluid, semiotic esperanto. Thought
patterns mirrored in echoes of audio-visual, in random shaped windows
behind speckled cyrstal diamonds, while clusters of orbular bubbles
weave dances of color and leap forth like playful circus tricksters.
Always reassuring as the layers of your onion are striped away revealing
the truth, till the diamonds swing you in ecstasy like a traced-out
wheeling dervish

Although I have heard of many different stories from people, from the fairy-elf land in the Tolkien sense to Eygptian gods taking people on magic carpet rides to alien cities in different time-space dimensions. I believe I have alot more work to do with DMT, plus mushrooms at 5 gram visionary levels, and ayahuasca. I do feel that I need a good sense of set and setting, plus people to talk about it with. I gasp in disbelief that the used to call this stuff the "businessman psychedelic" , because business men (or people now)could smoke it at lunch. I find I need free time after to intergrate it. Of course, in the sixties I heard they would put a little in a joint to get mild, short-lived effects. I have smoked small amounts of it before, just to taste, or perhaps cowardice, but it always seems like your wasting it.

NueroTransTelePhonically, m

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