The Wind Knocking at the Window

Hyperspace (once again)

Substances: DMT

Each step towards making the commitment of inhaling the vapours was matched by an ego fear which were slowly overcome before any ingestion took place. An experienced and trusted friend and I discussed what we knew about DMT and how this matched his knowledge of it for a half hour or so while the bright light of the afternoon faded slightly and the first signs of evening made the amount of light in the room more manageable. I practiced deep breathing exercises to continue during the trance.

During this time, a glass on the mantlepiece shattered without being touched in any way. The fire was not on. A glass ashtray had broken in the same way earlier in the afternoon.

The room was prepared by adding ambient lighting for the return, and a blanket and pillow placed on the floor for comfort. I smoothly and deeply breathed smoke from a foil covered two-third pint glass which was not as harsh as I had expected but the smell of the crystals had prepared my tastebuds. My guide took care of the lighting of the crystals and took the glass from me as I finished inhaling.

The first effects were temporal, although I didn't piece this together until afterwards. The shock of commitment to the trip hit me as I held my breath and looked up into my friend's face. I heard a faint gentle whooshing noise which increased in pitch and volume. I recognised this as the onset and connected the feeling of going in with my mind machine sessions. I habitually closed my eyes and laid back on the pillow. My eyelids were dark and clear of colours, which I found surprising given what I'd heard and read. As I watched, two purple stars appeared in the darkness, brightly coloured and definite. My reaction was that to consider this a nice clear visual but not as deep as I was expecting. I was about to open my eyes when ...

ffffffffsh ... FAZZAM ...

the two stars unfurled and expanded in beautiful purple fractals which smeared and spread liquidly over the field of vision behind my eyelids, morphing and melting into the Crysanthemum Pattern.

Beyond this point, any attempt to linguistically describe what is totally alingual.[Pardon? -Ed.] Moving too fast for description at first and then too fast for conceptualisation in the deeper stages, but I will try to describe the things I saw and heard and interacted with during the trance.

The crysanthemum pattern enfolded my and a shimmering horixontal bar distinguished itself from the background. As I watched it, it flipped up to reveal itself to be the bottom up view of a face moving up to look me in the eye in the reverse movement of my lying back. I recognised the face as a version of the Green Man archetype with which I am familiar and comfortable. We held eye contact for a short time and I felt a very strong pull which I can only describe as being dragged sharply out of my body. The Green Man dissolved into constituent lights which opened into a stupendous flight through visual arrangements and patterns composed of highly solid looking substance and odd metallic pastel illumination.

These became more coherent until I understood the interconnecting tubes through which I was flying as representing realities, my turns at the junctures and branchings of the tubes indicative of my selection of reality by concious choice of environment. Running down the centre of some tubes was pendulum-like machinery composed of chains of Wellsian equipment and miniature tube structures.

As the trip subsided and the visuals became less vividly coloured, I believed myself to be coming out of the trip and returning to baseline GoblinSpace. The first indication of my return to physicality was the sound of the wind Knocking At The Window in what I understood to be a direct communication from nature that I was back home. I opened my eyes and propped myself up to orientate myself, only to find the walls of the room to look more akin to wallpaper waterfalls streaming from the solid ceiling to the floor.

My guide's face looked impish and surreal as he smiled at me and allowed my first jumbled attempts to communicate my experience to settle as the room became more and more baseline and I felt a comedown similar to the drop out an LSD trip. We spent the next hour watching a beautiful sunset and cloudscape, the aftermath of the previous night's storm, and discussing a stream of new ideas and concepts which the trance left me with.

My overall impression was that I had found the trip I'd been trying to get from LSD and Liberty Caps, felt healthy and confident in the way that I've heard people describe cocaine making them feel and gained a positive experience which I will never be able to articulate fully.