The Insectoid Anthropologist

Interesting and kinda creepy..

Substances: DMT

utiful panoramas. Music was raised to a multisensory feast (King Crimson's "Larks' Tongues in Aspic Part I", in honor of my 1st smoked DMT trip, which was to live KC ca 1973. Hig

The second trip was rather more dramatic :)

I was at first overwhelmed & couldn't sort out the jumble of impressions. As I came to, I found myself lying on my back (as in fact I was), with the music (Garcia/Grisman's "Arabia" this time; its almost demanding quality may have contributed to the flavor of the experience) again washing over me in exquisite waves of sound and touch. I suddenly realized I was not alone. An extremely alien alien was sitting on my chest with its hands (claws? metal pseudopods?) reaching deep into my body.

Needless to say, I was terrified. The alien was strongly insectoid in form, and darkly metallic in texture, like hematite. Its head was wedge-shaped and tripled. Three images of its head shifted in and out of each other with a constant frequency, like a television representation of drunken double vision. Each image was slightly different in color and shape, though, and I wondered if each represented a different way of seeing. At the same time I was reminded of the Egyptian falcon-god Horus. Its eyes were like those of a predatory bird: cold, unblinking, acute, and above all, merciless.

It was dissecting me from the inside without actually physically

Within another ten minutes or so I felt stable, sane, and rather energized, and have experienced no sequelae.