Here is my one breakthrough experience. I was looking at a green bandana of mine on the table in front of me. Suddenly, without really noticing, and it was a really smooth transition, I seemingly fell forward into my bandana and for a moment I was immersed in the green black and white patterns of my bandana. My whole visual field was totally engulfed by visions at this point and I couldn't see anything in "this reality" in front of me. So, here I was inside of my bandana and all of the sudden all of the patterns were ripped away by an immense explosion of light coming at me. As soon as it seemed as if the light would have hit me dead on, it all formed into a landscape of an "x-dimensional" canyon painted by spinning orbs of light, so that is everything was as it were made of color changing orblike pinwheels yet it all still had depth to it. I was a spirit eagle entity soaring through the abysmal canyon of light, and I really was soaring, wings a flappin'. There is no doubt in my mind that is how it feels to fly. When I came down it all kind of just faded away smoothly again. It was and will remain to be my first intense psychedelic trip and a meaningful memory, a spark to ignite the flame of wonder, so to speak. I realize this might all be pretty hard to visualize and/or understand, but it's the most accurate description I can put forth. I was fifteen at the time, and I haven't been able to breakthrough since in any of my various past experiences with this profoundly strange substance, I have stopped smoking DMT because it shouldn't be made a commodity like the way it usually becomes once that process is done. Respect the shamans, yo. Peace out.
