Remembering Pure Love

Whispering secrets

Substances: DMT

My fingers and toes and skin were sparking, little shocks, and I wondered briefly, "uh-oh", but then I remembered how safe dmt is. I realized the shocks were like little nibbles and I laughed, and then I heard their voices, all floating around and smiling, whispering secrets, saying, "Look here, listen."

It didn't matter if I opened or closed my eyes, I was still in a technicolor world, everything bright and dripping with beautiful color, I shook forward laughing and felt my teeth come together, touching, breathing. I could feel my friends in the room, and S was laughing too, "I know..." and he had just been here.

Then a flower formed, the most indescribable and beautiful flower, and the little beings bobbing around said excitedly, "This is it," and it was, I can't completely wrap words around what *it* is, but I understand it with part of me, and this was familiar, a dipping into beauty, into what it is all for. It was like going home.

The flower spun, the stamen tossing and singing red and orange and yellow colors from the center, sparks of light kicking off from it and shining, skidding, maybe making new elfcreatures, I'm not sure. The petals were blue and indescribable other colors, the leaves green, the whole flower moving and alive. The flower was made of color, it didn't look like an ordinary flower, it was so much more fluid and loose and liquid and distinct and unimaginably alien and real. A godthing. A wish.

The little balls of light, the elfbeings, the laughing ones who kept telling me things danced around the flower with sheer delight. I caught words like, "oh, isn't it beautiful... isn't everything... watch closely, right here!..."

I was so close from being overwhelmed with joy, beauty, astonishment... I just kept laughing, this was so pure, so clear. I understood. Though they (the beings & the flower) expressed it so much more fantastically....

The dmtspace started to contract, to go, I could see edges of the room forming, and the flower was fading.... "No," I whispered.

"Don't worry," said the little voices. "It's always here." And then I watched them go, waved, "Bye." I love that flower, I love the little elf-whatevers. They were going and I laughed again and breathed and waved.

I heard the voices again, "Here, look..." and the contracting beautiful faeryland had stopped shrinking when it was the size of a portal about a foot in diameter. The flower was still inside, spinning. I felt like *everything* waved back to me, "Don't forget!" and then poof! the portal dissolved in a spread of white specks and everything, the room, my friends, everything was as it was before.

With just one little change.

I *remembered*.

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