Psychedelic’s have always intrigued me. For much of my life I romanced the thought of there being ‘more’ to this conundrum we are faced with everyday. Enter DMT.
Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) is a naturally-occurring tryptamine and potent psychedelic drug, found not only in many plants, but also in trace amounts in the human body where its natural function is undetermined. Many cultures, indigenous and modern, ingest DMT as a psychedelic in extracted or synthesized forms.
As the full moon shone indecision upon ones life, the transient thoughts of why I have to achieve, why I have to be somewhere all the time, the why’s, the why, why… Why wouldn’t this be the perfect evening for a dose of “dreamtime”.
Personally, I’d only had a small amount previously, with mild, calming realisations… But after a deep breath, a water pipe of residue filling my being, I let go, I exhaled…
As my body floated like a feather, yet as dense as a stone, these homely surrounds became an extension of I, a brother in arms as I too became them. The stereo, the humble lamp, the potted greenery, we all spoke the same language, the language of now.
Laughter echoed in simplicity, my partnering ambassador could feel it too. We where flying within a world of momentary bliss, these objects, these atoms floating, suspended in this eternal moment of divine bliss. I was them, they are me, we are we. Our body movements cutting the moments like a knife, yet as soft and elegant as a mother caressing a child. The answer was so simple, so simple that I cannot explain it… I can only feel it, feel what is.
The smudge sticks, a circulating field of love and embrace. Untouchable. The ghosts that lingered beyond, breeding momentary fear within the floorboards, to only let them in, to befriend them, to caress them, to love them and set the black free.
This body turns to air, this air to nothing, the nothing to everything… The temple, a body, the essence of life, this truth lies within. The vast expanse, the euphoric continuum, the joy’s of breath, exhale and I am nothing, inhale I am everything. The temple warms, the truth of the heart, the heat turns to matter, this matter is but I…. The energy rises, my skin wanders with light, the white beam from inside. I let go.
We return. To the confines of the mind. Sitting within a warm loving home, surrounded by the constant change that is life, the intricate weaving of this eternal moment as I stare deep into my palm. There is so much happening, more than I can ever fathom, more than I choose to see…
So for now, I shall just… Be.
johnny... abegg 
