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Enigmatic Exodus (DMT)
God's face, torn away. The rise of anticipation succeeded by yet another wreathing pull. Another! Just one more!!!
Awakened; the serpent’s hiss of excruciating sound waves intensifies.
The filter, sanity, the plane of waking reality utterly erased.
The vacuum of space time occurs without warning; waking consciousness dissipates.
The yarn of spatial existence rolls, the universal mind greets with open arms.
Plays, scratches, derangements of familiarity, all halts, untangled.
Vision of the inner mind intensifies, clarified. Ave vu! This feeling, familiarity;
A hue of colourful spectrum's ensue as the screams of metallic machines; rips open the mind’s eye.
Frequencies unnatural fluctuate, in, out, in, and then out again.
Oh! The filter is now absent, what is the penultimate meaning of these events?
The orb of multi-dimensional origin appears. It consumes the inner spirit.
Expands, unhindered by restriction of third dimensional delusions.
The orb takes on a sphere that stretches the physical laws, still expanding, it takes control.
The serpent travels by physical means up the cerebral ladder. It reaches my core.
Its tongue flicks against the psyche of my being; each flick opening what seems as a wormhole, travelling beyond the crown, a pressure like that of compression reaches a peak.
A plateau which is unknown of, boundless in nature occurs.
Ecstasy blatant, the hum of acceleration ceases. What comes next?
Utter silence.
The pin-point where the soul lies, the essence of my being within the very core of my mind is unshackled. Consciousness breaks through the amnion of physical boundaries.
Shock, horror, fear of what should happen next as the visual realm liquefies to an informational language, perceivable by only the spirit as the froth of my existence spews forth into the cosmos.
There is no end, where am I headed on this voyage. Who am I? Where am I being propelled at infinite speeds...?
The Ego Death
Weightless; drifting still. A new realm emerges at the end of this journey; I look back in awe of the distance I have travelled. I am greeted with expectancy.
No words. Nothing of this life can emulate what occurred. Experience it yourself.
The Spirit Molecule.
Awakened; the serpent’s hiss of excruciating sound waves intensifies.
The filter, sanity, the plane of waking reality utterly erased.
The vacuum of space time occurs without warning; waking consciousness dissipates.
The yarn of spatial existence rolls, the universal mind greets with open arms.
Plays, scratches, derangements of familiarity, all halts, untangled.
Vision of the inner mind intensifies, clarified. Ave vu! This feeling, familiarity;
A hue of colourful spectrum's ensue as the screams of metallic machines; rips open the mind’s eye.
Frequencies unnatural fluctuate, in, out, in, and then out again.
Oh! The filter is now absent, what is the penultimate meaning of these events?
The orb of multi-dimensional origin appears. It consumes the inner spirit.
Expands, unhindered by restriction of third dimensional delusions.
The orb takes on a sphere that stretches the physical laws, still expanding, it takes control.
The serpent travels by physical means up the cerebral ladder. It reaches my core.
Its tongue flicks against the psyche of my being; each flick opening what seems as a wormhole, travelling beyond the crown, a pressure like that of compression reaches a peak.
A plateau which is unknown of, boundless in nature occurs.
Ecstasy blatant, the hum of acceleration ceases. What comes next?
Utter silence.
The pin-point where the soul lies, the essence of my being within the very core of my mind is unshackled. Consciousness breaks through the amnion of physical boundaries.
Shock, horror, fear of what should happen next as the visual realm liquefies to an informational language, perceivable by only the spirit as the froth of my existence spews forth into the cosmos.
There is no end, where am I headed on this voyage. Who am I? Where am I being propelled at infinite speeds...?
The Ego Death
Weightless; drifting still. A new realm emerges at the end of this journey; I look back in awe of the distance I have travelled. I am greeted with expectancy.
No words. Nothing of this life can emulate what occurred. Experience it yourself.
The Spirit Molecule.
Published 23rd Mar 2014
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I have made this journey my young friend. when I returned I was greeted by The Reaper, He stared at me a moment, slowly shook his head and disappeared.
To a Warm Welcome Back
Superb writing, R.T.
I have made this journey my young friend. when I returned I was greeted by The Reaper, He stared at me a moment, slowly shook his head and disappeared.
To a Warm Welcome Back
Superb writing, R.T.
24th Mar 2014 8:05pm
I appreciate the notion. Thank you, R.T.
Your words, they seem.. gloomy.
Even your poetic tongue, I wish to have a lick of that mind. To understand. Never mind me.
Your words, they seem.. gloomy.
Even your poetic tongue, I wish to have a lick of that mind. To understand. Never mind me.
24th Mar 2014 5:54am
Wow. Much praise for this work.
I have never partaken of DMT, nor unlocked the small quantity within, but of what I've heard from some - I think this poem would be what describes it. This is a minute by minute, eon by eon discourse of the Soul. And the accompanying image - what wonder in this universe could such image materialize! These are echoes of the mind's sky over thousands of thinking generations, even in the time before images had words...
I have never partaken of DMT, nor unlocked the small quantity within, but of what I've heard from some - I think this poem would be what describes it. This is a minute by minute, eon by eon discourse of the Soul. And the accompanying image - what wonder in this universe could such image materialize! These are echoes of the mind's sky over thousands of thinking generations, even in the time before images had words...
24th Mar 2014 8:11pm
My yearning for perfection, never-ending.
I can never seem to keep my poems posted long enough for them to fulfil their purpose.
I wish I could show you how to unblock that which is within, which led me to this revelation.
I can never seem to keep my poems posted long enough for them to fulfil their purpose.
I wish I could show you how to unblock that which is within, which led me to this revelation.
