went to the dentist a few days ago and had NO2 while they excavated my bridge.
Caramels again! The sirens and chattering of the void took me to that almost
but never quite nitrous surround, the place where All is One with a vengeance
and there's always one last detail to realize before the universal riddle
is completely solved. I realized I knew that place inside out. It was updated
to include current circumstances, sure, but I finally requested the gas
be shut off and endured the rest of the session with neither nitrous nor
Novocain. My tired old cells require a more gentle view of eternity these
You've joggled my memory, thanks. One of my kindest interdimensional experiences
was in a nursery. There were several children, presence strong, though I
never "saw" them visually. I'm not certain but I think I may have
been one of them. Hard to tell who, what or how many you are, except later
- when able to define oneself as the subject of the experience. That's always
an overlay on the raw perception, but necessary to "file" anything
in memory and reduce the experience in order to look at it at all. To remember
the egoless state would be to be re-subsumed by it. One just wants to put
everything relating to DMT in quotes to draw attention to the provisionality
of terms used in dealing with any of "this." What "I"
saw on "my" trip.
The children were laughing, mischievous and quicker than sight. The sense
of nostalgia was overpowering - as of being re-united with deeply loved
ones separated by aeons and vast distance - the love was mutual. The room
was red; it was "the Cherry Room" and, toward the end, the children
manifested as immense fluid cherries on the wall of the room. Your mention
of "wallpaper" brought this to mind.
The sense of someone older and wiser in charge of instructing us fledglings,
in some immensely obscure study, is prominent in my memory, now that you
happen to designate a category for it. Strange to be able to muster a re-organization
of psychic experiences of decades ago, which I doubt I can do with "normal"
experiences at such a temporal distance. So many things have faded from
memory, while key DMT experiences are often as vivid as though they're being
recalled only a couple of weeks after the fact.
The language lessons interest me very much. The feeling that the "teachings"
were of immense importance, and that one did, in truth, learn them is strong
- though what they were I can't remember. It may be visualized re-integration
of data on a cellular level, interpreted as "language." Would
like to go back there and check it out with that in mind - as much as one
can keep any set of earthbound intentions in "mind" outside ego
boundaries. Are we harking back to memories of ontogony in the blastula
stage, re-reading our own blueprints of how to make a body? Is access to
those instructions stored in the 'nine tenths of the brain we don't use'
because they're of no earthly use once we're born?
Really the rat's ass being locked out of the lab, but I expect THEY know
better. I wonder - did I make a mess on some sacred carpet, thinking I was
emitting flowers? Did I insult some petty DMT bureaucrat who's had me barred?
Am I under house arrest in this dimension? Or did I just graduate?
Terence was too ill to write for awhile and it seems fitting to move to
file #5 at this point, beginning a new phase of the dialogue with his letter
and the reply.