Psychedelic conversation happens as I find myself emerging from the center of the mandalic fire. Another man emerges from the darkness. I yell with glee, welcome, welcome. Come, sit. Let’s talk.
Another being emerges from the darkness and joins us by the fire. We both yell with glee, welcome, welcome, Please come sit. Let’s talk.
He joins the conversation.
Slowly more and more beings emerge one after another from the darkness and join the group conversation. One by one as they emerge, we all yell with glee and love and welcome the new comer.
Towards the end, they start drifting away, become smaller and vanish into nothingness, one by one, in the order that they arrived. They don’t get up and walk away as they arrived, but kind of zoom out and become smaller.
As it turns out, they were the DMT beings. I had smoked DMT and drank ayahuasca and they were slowly coming out of the darkness, beings, to talk with me.
But before the last one left, he said to me that I have seen all there is to see, and that I don’t want to smoke DMT any longer.
Now I remember why I haven’t done anything since then. ￼:) I am the DMT being. It all started with me.