All these hippy knobs were doing dmt with everyone watching like it was a spectator sport on Anjuna beach and talking all this Terrance Mckenna bullshit
about communicating with pixies and aliens whatever and I thought fuck this
Couple months later I was offered it up in the mountains but we did it right, on our own in a room but with mates nearby.
Did this Bisleri bong and watched my mate walk out the room but through the wall
Within seconds it spread through every cell in my body, I lay down while I still could and the ceiling dissolved and this fucking pixie
slid along this bright beam of light into my eye looking at me like "How dya like me now?"
All these angels and pixies were looking down at me and cooing like I was this little baby with me convinced I was dying and this
was my brain trying to make it easy for me to accept the fact I wasn't coming back
With dmt you are literally gone for the duration until you return, not to some stupid other dimension but cos your brain has been
put on hold your subconscious has to fill the vacuum with all this fractal shit based on what you've already heard, in my case, fucking flying pixies
Was worth it for the relief of coming round and realising I wasn't dead. For an hour or so I was like "Death is not the end, blah blah" until
common sense caught up with me.
Not a party drug
