I suppose it all began when I used to think that there were things under my bed. I don't remember ever seeing them just being afraid of them. Another incident from my childhood was in the schoolyard when I was about seven. I was looking at a rock because it was sparkling in the sun. Sparkling rocks were very attractive. I was looking at this rock (some sandstone perhaps?) so intently that I did not notice the bell ring and time to go back to class. We had these police students, sixth and seventh years, that would make sure everyone went back to class. (Did the administration know about the fairies under the rocks that would steal the students away?) One of these students found me and told me to go to class. I was very embarrassed at being caught out, and what happens next is another story. The second indication was ten yeas later when I asked my friend Rachel if she thought in pictures or in words, and she said both. I found it incomprehensible becuse I thought everyone thought in words like I did. I thought about it for a little while and promptly forgot it. Later on I clicked onto the idea that some people see things that are interdimensional (from their imagination, memory, past and future) just as clearly as reality. My mother seems to be one. I do not see like this. Is this what has prodded me towards DMT all my life? Wanting to see? Or another beginning to the saga of DMT and I was when Mitchell told me about this South American hallucinogenic plant that induced telepathy in people. I can distinctly remember him saying, "but I suppose it would work with acid." He meant the telepathy, and that is how I came upon the wonder drug, lysergic acid diethylamide, and was initiated.

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But really I suppose the most plausible beginning is when I first smoked DMT in Sydney by a river under trees, and knew that I wanted everyone to know what this thing could do. Or rather I wanted everone to smoke DMT because that is really the only way to know what this thing can do. And not knowing at the time, but that is what the Ayahuasca wanted. This was 1993, the second year of LSD.

By the way, all of my words are true and untrue at once. Bear in mind, as you read, that I am relating subjective experience, and what I believe is occurring around me. It is not the only map of reality but a way for me, the plants and others to correlate data.

The next year, a gift from a friend, a flight to Sydney. I bring some bark of the Acacia madenii back with me and a recipe for extracting DMT. At that time, the only one I knew of. Now I know there are many. I didn't do an extraction till the next year, 1995. After i'd met someone who talked chemisty at me and was intrigued by DMT. Now he is afraid of it. :)

I did two extractions that year. The first one worked but my brain did not. I threw out the wrong part of the experiment. Do not do this. The second just didn't work, or even look the same.

The second time in Sydney, I tried to induce an oral DMT trip. The was unsuccessful because I couldn't keep the brew in my stomach long enough. The time I went to Sydney, 1996, DMT only crossed my mind, not my path.

In Brisbane, someone put me in touch with a man whith a green thumb who adventures in the land of Tropa. He knows a lot about DMT bearing plants, and was growing one, the Phalaris arundinacea. He is very plant-like, himself. He grows the daturas, peyote, San Pedro, and narcotic Egyptian water lilies. Many beautiful plants. He is growing more now.

Ayahuasca is bigger than I thought. It's older and more patient, more pointy than I. Not to mention holds me hypnotised. (Or it did.)

And I was in Sydney. I had hitchhiked down from Brisbane with a friend, Amber. It was a business trip. Amber and I wanted to start a business that was similar to Reverse Garbage in Sydney. And we stayed with a friend, Bob, and slept in his loft. The second night, third night(?) in Sydney, we were having dinner and Bob was entertaining other friends besides us. The conversation inevitably turns to drugs, and amazingly, to DMT! Bob's friends just happen to mention that he has some for sale. Amber's heard me talk of DMT by now. And she encourages me to buy some, as much as I can!

So for three frantic days, I try to find as much money as I can. I even contact people, I know only slightly. It is a strange couple of days for me. I buy 5 grams of DMT. Later I think I was possessed to spend so much money. Let alone BORROW! so much money. my host proferring his mobile phone at every opportunity with "Who else can you call?"

Because of the quantity I am going to purchase, I get to meet the guy who extracted it. Nearly every day after for about a week, I hallucinate the smell of DMT. But I got the price wrong! The extractor asks me how much I want when I give him the money, and I say 2 grams. He counts the money again and says, well, this is enough for 3. Well in that case, I do some lightning arithmentic in my head, I'll take five grams. By 9 pm, he'd left, and I prepare to smoke some DMT, with no small amount of excitement. We rig a coke bottle, cut off the bottom and squeeze a piece of foil over the cut end. Of course, the bottom deforms , the foil cracks, it is hard to see the DMT on the foil, it gets stuck between the foil and the plastic bottle, and we inevitably lose some to the carpet monster. The things you do. Always, always use a proper pipe.

But silly season wasn't over yet. To my surprise and delight, the DMT comes in three different colours (batches), and like any considerate dealer I felt obliged to sample each one. I decide afterwards that one can take too much DMT in one week.

Sometime on the second or third day of DMT, I had definately had too much and went for a very scary ride. I felt the DMT and I were fighting for possession of my body. As soon as the smoke hit my throat, it seized up, like a metal hand as a fist around my throat, and I got scared. I started this strange dance of moving my head up and down. I had to move something to try to shake the energy out. To keep it circulating. I started to hum, and was only vaguely aware of what Bob thought but it was something that had to be done. By that trip I was beginning to feel the claws. When my body was just beginning to respond to a trip, the DMT would feel like fine hair-like claw/tendrils in my body. Like I had filaments, mycelium, grown through my body, and the DMT was waking them up.

For a few days after, I didn't take any DMT, and knew that it was really better for me that way. I did some centre meditation to realign my chakras and hummed a lot for my throat, and I hoped that I wasn't now allergic to the plastic smoke.

A few days after the scary ride, I was fine. I smoked some DMT and made the jump. I hallucinated, that the carpet had becomea big green grassy court exactly like the court in the University of Melbourne.

So I did have most of my DMT left by the time I left Sydney. However, I do recommend buying a proper glass pipe and not using a plastic code bottle and foil.

For that whole first week, I kept hallucinating the smell of the plastic DMT smoke at odd moments, as I wandered the streets of Sydney.

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When I got back to Brisbane, everyone was talking about Terrence McKenna, and I realise why the DMT had come along when it did.

I had a few more trips in Brisbane. There was one trip on Shannon's special rug (I became attached to rugs, Re: Mushroom /DMT trip) when my arm changed into an anaconda. All the hair and freckles on my arm changed into the markings of a snake and my fist was its head. I don't know what its glittering eyes came from but it had two glittering eyes. I know the anaconda is still there sleeping in my arm.

Then there was the trip where I spoke to an amethyst. And thought that crystals were the ambassadors of the rock world, that even one such as I and that amethyst were perfect to communicate to each other. And she got me thinking about Mars.

Japanese Tea Room Trip is contained in mush.txt.

There was a trip in Amber's backyard. It was pre-dawn. And we planned to trip as the colour was seeping back into the world (but we didn't make it for that part). Larry and Amber and I were going tripping. Amber tripped that she was going down into her spine and saw and felt all the blood and energy passing in and out of her and her spine. Larry took off and flew over his house and over the landscape.

Me, I did two things. I watched for three breaths and three heartbeats, (because I always feel like my heart has stopped) the colour cycle out of the world like I was watching the colour cycling in Fractint. Then it cycled back in. This happened three times. With each breath, the world went to black and white then back to green.

When I closed my eyes, I went home. To the colony, and my sisters welcomed me back. I hear them now, feel them calling. They had many things to show me. And I was flowing down corridors and into rooms with my sisters showing me things. Then I was back. I felt like I had been my blood.

Their message: "Don't despair, we're still with you, you can always come back."

About an hour later, I still wanted to take another DMT trip, and I knew that there would be enough still in the pipe for a trip. So I went back out into the forest in the backyard. And smoked again. And I saw someone for the first time. An entity.

He showed me fire, and said, "Do you remember when we made this?" The hot air from the pipe had burnt and numbed my mouth. And I had fire in my mouth. My mouth was full of fractals, because everything changes to fractals with the DMT. It was the taste of the song of the DMT. My fellow creator entity was a fractal and didn't stop there. I saw a fern made of fractal and he said, "Do you remember this?" And he showed me the way back out. It is the same as the way in. It is a step by step dance of breath. Three breaths and I am in or out.

He kept going, "do you remember this? Do you remember this?" and showing me all knds of things. I remember a dream with a road walking down the road to nowhere in particular with the sunburnt brown landscape on either side and hills and another dream of submarines and Antarctica.

And then I was out of the space, crying, because I could not go back in. The significance of this trip has not completed itself yet.

Then there was the cathedral trip with four other people at Terrace Street in New Farm. I had just administered DMT to three other people. They all had amazing experiences on a magic rug, in their backyard. Then I took off. It was sunset. I went into a cathedral. Or that's what it felt like. Tall spaces, and fractal walls. I had impression that when people take DMT, they actually go to the same place and see the same. But there are so many thngs there, that we all remember something different. Like a frozen moment of the creation, and glimpses of it sustains us throughout our lives. So the walls of the cathedral soar upwards make of fractals. And the space is full of beings, whispering, singing, humming, and someone says, you must bring others here, many other. They can all learn to play create operate here. And after I left I was once again filled with the afterglow of the DMT well-being.

There was the dark trip where I think I was seeking inspiration, and kind of found comfort in the dark, and the fire because I was using a candle to melt the DMT. There were colours and recognition by the DMT of me, but that seemed to be all. I was trying to go home again. But it was a bit to far away or I was to self-absorbed or I just sabotaged this trip for myself.

DMT has make me more aware of instances of itself that are already present, naturally occuring, in my own mind. It has made me aware that it complements what is in my mind, more aware of how old my mind is, about its power to regenreate itself.

It's make me closer to light, maybe I will see it make me into light, into light and sound, and water. I see the DMT aliens, entities, in the symmetrical patterns in nature, and in tiled backgrounds in SoftImage. It has made me more pointy, and the future is filled with bright and shiny objects. I recognise its litter all over my mental landscape :)