Out of body

[Popol Vuh]

First I'd like to say hi to Cleita, SeattleGirl, BlueIris, I Have A Dream, rumpel, Delphinus, u4ic and all the others here on the Astrology, Spirituality & Alternative Healing Group forum. Some of you are aware of my leaving DU a short time ago. Although I will never post in the political forums again, I have however decided that this thread is one I've always enjoyed all the people. Its also a topic that's been a big part of my life. So I've decided I'd like to continue posting here and reading what you guys/gals post.

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LOL.... I love this guy's philosophy. Great video, too, even though its about using a drug instead of practicing and learning how to project out of body through trance/relaxation methods.

The video link below is a music video / radio interview about the astral dimensional experiences of the neuro transmitter chemical DMT (aka. the spirit molecule). Most of the music is from a well known psychedelic trance band called Shpongle and the song is called Divine Moments of Truth.

Video Link







Here's a book on the subject:




From the Publisher:

A clinical psychiatrist explores the effects of DMT, one of the most powerful psychedelics known.

• A behind-the-scenes look at the cutting edge of psychedelic research.
• Provides a unique scientific explanation for the phenomenon of alien abduction experiences.


From 1990 to 1995 Dr. Rick Strassman conducted U.S. Government-approved and funded clinical research at the University of New Mexico in which he injected sixty volunteers with DMT, one of the most powerful psychedelics known. His detailed account of those sessions is an extraordinarily riveting inquiry into the nature of the human mind and the therapeutic potential of psychedelics. DMT, a plant-derived chemical found in the psychedelic Amazon brew, ayahuasca, is also manufactured by the human brain. In Strassman's volunteers, it consistently produced near-death and mystical experiences. Many reported convincing encounters with intelligent nonhuman presences, aliens, angels, and spirits. Nearly all felt that the sessions were among the most profound experiences of their lives.

Strassman's research connects DMT with the pineal gland, considered by Hindus to be the site of the seventh chakra and by Rene Descartes to be the seat of the soul. DMT: The Spirit Molecule makes the bold case that DMT, naturally released by the pineal gland, facilitates the soul's movement in and out of the body and is an integral part of the birth and death experiences, as well as the highest states of meditation and even sexual transcendence. Strassman also believes that "alien abduction experiences" are brought on by accidental releases of DMT. If used wisely, DMT could trigger a period of remarkable progress in thescientific exploration of the most mystical regions of the human mind and soul.




Take care all
Popol Vuh

[I Have A Dream]

1. Hi, Popol Vuh! I was really hoping that you'd ultimately decide to...

still visit us here. I'm so happy to hear this because you always have such interesting information to share with us!

This looks really fascinating. I look forward to checking it out.

:hi:

[Cleita]

2. Hola!

Glad you changed your mind. I look forward to more of your posts.

[Why Syzygy]

3. whoa .. well

I've never met you, but glad you came back. I read about this before. And thanks for the link.
More needs to be revealed about this for sure!

Yes, there was another book and the experimenter did observe alien abduction reactions and some subjects reported seeing reptilian images.

Something to trip on. And no connects needed. No cash outlay. It resides in the brain. Which all of us have.

So glad you are here.

edit: or maybe it was this book ...

[rumpel]

4. Missed you Popol Vuh!

Glad to see you back.

Wow, I really love to explore the book.

there is just so much... so much to share... for our collective connected consciousness


:hi:

[lildreamer316]

5. Wanted to add to the chorus..

..welcoming you back; and I am so glad you decided to stay here. This group has been wonderful for me,and I really welcome your input.
Definately going to check out this book...this looks facinating!!

[Popol Vuh]

6. Thanks everybody

Thanks everybody I really do enjoy reading all the posts in this particular forum. Speaking of which, I am not sure how your thoughts are about this, but I rather enjoy speaking of and participating in a subject matter that would of had us all branded as witches and burned at the stake just a hundred or so years ago.

LOL, I've never been one apt to conform with dogma. :)

[rumpel]

8. that would be interesting

actually I had a past life reading done by Luckstarman- that I have recently re-read

it says I was there - I will have to get it to post exactly what it said. But I am afraid I may have set the fire.... :(
as a consolence it says I was also a healer in Atztec/Maya times... wish I remember

all the twists and turns our souls must have come through

[Why Syzygy]

9. I can still

kind of feel the flames and the branding irons. Might be getting a little better though.
But don't think it's all rosy yet.

[Delphinus]

7. Hi Popol Vuh!

:hi: How are you? Long time, no see.

Thanks for the link - I'm looking forward to checking it out, I think it will be right up my alley!

I hadn't realized you had a problem on other parts of the boards - I'm glad you found your way back here, though.

Take care!

On edit, is this the Joe Rogan who does "Fear Factor"?

[Popol Vuh]

10. Hi Delphinus :)

Yes its been a long time. Really glad to see you. :hug:

Is that the Joe Rogan who does "Fear Factor"? I'm not sure either.


I am going to post some excerpts from this book below. I hope everybody enjoys it. :)

[Popol Vuh]

11. Excerpts from the book

Hi everybody, I've just gotten through reading about half of this book. Wow! Just wow!

If you're somebody like me who works on having out-of-body experiences. You're going to probably love what's in this book - especially if you've ever read Robert Monroe.

Below are some excerpts from three chapters in this book. These are excerpts, they're not continuous copy from the book.

Chapter 9: Under the Influence

Nearly everyone remarked on the "vibrations" brought on by DMT, the sense of powerful energy pulsing through them at a very rapid and high frequency. Typical comments were:

"I was worried that the vibration would blow my head up," "The colors and vibration were so intense I thought I would pop," "I didn't think I would stay in my skin."

This tidal wave of DMT effects quickly led to losing awareness of the body, causing some volunteers to think they had died. This dissociation of body and mind paralleled the development of peak visual effects. We typically heard phrases like:

"I no longer had a body," "My body dissolved----I was pure awareness." There seemed to be a clearly identifiable sense of movement of consciousness away from the body, such as "falling," "lifting up," "flying," a feeling of weightlessness, or rapid movement."

Some male volunteers, but no females, experienced localized sensation in their genitals. While sometimes these were pleasurable, for others they were emotionally neutral or bland. No one ejaculated.

The rush early effects almost inevitably caused some fear and anxiety. However, most volunteers quickly settled into the experience within 15 to 30 seconds by deep breathing, physical relaxation, or whatever else they knew would help them to deeply let go. Perhaps because of their emotions from their body's physical reaction without panicking.

Visual images were the predominant sensory effects of a full dose of DMT. Usually there was little difference between what volunteers "saw" with their eyes opened or closed. However, opening the eyes often caused the visions to overlay what was in the room. This had a disorienting effect, and it was less confusing to keep their eyes closed. That's one of the reasons we decided to place black silk eyeshades on all the volunteers before we gave any DMT.

Subjects saw all sorts of imaginable and unimaginable things. The least complex were kaleidoscopic geometric patterns, which sometimes partook of "Mayan," "Islamic," or "Aztec" qualities. For example, "beautiful, colorful pink cobwebs; an elongation of light," "tremendously intricate tiny geometric color, like being one inch from a color television."

The color of this imagery were brighter, more intense, and deeper than those of normal awareness or dreams:

"It was like the blue of a desert sky, but on another planet. The colors were a hundred times deeper."

Background and foreground distinctions might merge so that countless images would occupy a volunteer's visual field. It was impossible to tell what was "in front" and what was "behind." Many used the term "four-dimensional" or "beyond dimensionality" to describe this effect.

There were more formed, specific visual images, too. These included "a fantastic bird," "a tree of life and knowledge," and "a ballroom with crystal chandeliers." There were "tunnels," "stairways," "ducts," and "a spinning golden disc." Others saw the "inner workings" of machines or bodies: "inside a computer's boards," "DNA double helices," and "the pulsating diaphragm around my heart."

Even more impressive was the apprehension of human and "alien" figures that seemed to be aware of and interacting with the volunteers. Non-human entities might be recognizable: "spiders," "mantises," "reptiles," and "something like a saguaro cactus."

Visual effects lingered as volunteers' bodies rapidly metabolized the DMT. The room was uncomfortably bright when they removed the eyeshades or opened their eyes. Objects in the room took on a wavy, undulating motion, radiation with their own inner light. Subjects commented on an exaggerated depth perception, sometimes being mesmerized by the patterns in the wooden bathroom door.

A few participants told us of a peculiar breakdown in the normal fluidity of their vision:

"Your movements were not your own, they were no longer smooth and coordinated," and "You guys looked robotic; moving jerkier, more mechanical, geometric."

Once DMT effects established themselves, the drug had surprisingly little effect on volunteers' ability to think and reason.

"My intellect wasn't altered at all. I was just alert to what was unfolding during the experience"; "As I started coming down a little, I got journalistic. I became an observer."

Others, however, sensed their thinking was abnormal and, in fact, even wondered if DMT might cause psychotic thought processes.

"Everything looked right, but just a little off. It seemed as if the clock was just starting to move every time I looked at it. The color in the room were malevolent." Another said, "You know how schizophrenics talk about different meanings to things? A leaf on the ground takes on great significance? That kind of thing."

One common effect was a loss of normal time perception. For example, nearly everyone was surprised at how late in the session it was by the time they found out the time, believing only a few minutes had passed. Nevertheless, there was a sense of timelessness in the peak DMT state: they experienced an enormous amount in those first few minutes.

Volunteers usually found the high dose caused an almost complete loss of control. They felt utterly helpless, incapacitated, unable to function or interact in the "real" world:

"I felt like an infant, helpless, unable to do anything."

DMT volunteers decided, at this point, that they were happy to be in the hospital. Beyond their own loss of control, some volunteers felt another "intelligence" or "force" directing their minds in a interactive manner. This was especially common in cases of contact with "beings."

Almost every research subject believed their first non-blind high dose of DMT brought them "higher than they had ever been." However, this first session usually was more anxiety-ridden than any other high doses they received subsequently. Once volunteers were prepared to lose control, it was easier for them to do so. They understood that the drug experience was essentially safe, that they would live through it and not suffer any psychological or physical damage. What also helped was their growing confidence in our ability to support their regressed condition as our work together progressed.

Chapter 12: Unseen Worlds

In this chapter, we begin following the spirit molecule into more unexpected territory. This terrain is not so easy to recognize or understand because the experiences are less clearly related to the thoughts, feelings, and bodies of our volunteers. Rather, they suggest freestanding, independent levels of existence about which we are at most only dimly aware. These reports challenge our world view, and they raise the emotional intensity of debate: "Is it a dream? A hallucination? Or is it real?" "Where are these places? Inside or out?" These are the some of the questions we'll begin pondering as we review the following reports.


Rarely did the DMT environment alone take center stage during someone's trip. Certainly the spaces in which volunteers found themselves were highly unusual. However, more important was the meaning or the feeling, the information, associated with where they were. Or course, once other "life-forms" began to appear in these spaces, it was difficult not to be completely swept up in their existence, and these reports rightly are the subject of separate chapters.

Despite their strange nature, these excerpts are introductory. They set the stage for the next layer of existence to which the spirit molecule leads. "Where" is the backdrop, the scenery. "Who" gets to the core of these matters. But first, let's get acquainted with the landscape.

Philip, about whose harrowing 0.6 mg/kg experience we've already read, also recognized the familiar double-helix pattern, this time on his double-blind 0.4 mg/kg dose:

"The visuals were dropping back into tubes, like protozoa, like the inside of a cell, seeing the DNA twirling and spiraling. They looked gelatin like, like tubes, inside which were cellular activities. It was like a microscopic view of them."

Cleo, whose enlightenment experience we will discuss in a later chapter, also met up with visions of DNA:

"There was a spiral DNA-type thing made out of incredibly bright cubes. I "felt" the boxes at the same time that my consciousness shifted."

We will closely examine Sara's entity contact experience in a subsequent chapter. However, it's interesting to note her reference to DNA:

"I felt the DMT release my soul's energy and push it through the DNA. It's what happened when I lost my body. There were spirals that reminded me of things I've seen at Chaco Canyon. Maybe that was DNA. Maybe the ancients knew that. The DNA is backed into the universe like space travel. One needs to travel without one's body. It's ridiculous to think about space travel in little ships."

Eli was a thirty-eight-year-old architect and one of our most fearless research subjects. He previously had "regressed under LSD through childhood to a point where I was sitting above the room, watching myself." During a 0.4 mg/kg dose that he received during the cyproheptadine study, he noted.

"What's interesting is that I began experiencing sets of hallucinations, and then I said to myself, "Ah, this is the Logos." There's the blue-yellow core of meaning and semantics, basically."

I laughed at his use of the word "basically": "That's easy for you to say."

"I know! It's like threads of words or DNA or something. They're all around there, they're everywhere. After the blue amoebic shapes, there were several pulsating places. I thought, "There are lots of these." It's a good feeling. Then it breaks into a ruffled reality. When I looked around, it seemed like the meaning or symbols were there. Some kind of core of reality where all meaning is stored. I burst into its main chamber."

Trying to keep up with Eli, I wondered, "It seems like some kind of membrane you break through, into a feeling of meaning and certainty."

"It is! I don't know if it's because of my interest in computers or not, but it seems like it's the raw bits of reality. It's a lot more than only ones and zeros. It's a higher level, very potent bits."

Eli went on to describe the "room" into which he burst. With this report, the view DMT provides now starts enlarging.

"I was in a white room, experiencing certain emotions and feelings that gave me an intense feeling of being a co-reality. Like a dream I had of bumping into some Hispanic kids with my car, into their car. They were really mad at me. I said to them "If you hate me, you hate yourself. Our cultures are merged, so there's no defending against that." Their culture, our culture, they were co-real, existing simultaneously. The white room consisted mostly of light and space. There were cubes stacked with icons on the surfaces, like a Logos of consciousness. It was light but there was a lot of other information coming in."

Philip's double-blind 0.4 mg/kg dose was definitely easier to negotiate than his 0.6 mg/kg overdose, and he remembered it well. In this session, the venue expands to include even larger-scale observations.

"The relentless scratchy, crackling visuals didn't last long. Then I was above a strange landscape, like Earth, but very unearthly. Mountains of some sort. It was very friendly and inviting. It was so real I had to open my eyes. When I did the scene was overlaid on to of the room. I closed my eyes, and that removed the interference with what I had been seeing. It was a super-bright Day-Glo poster, but much more complex. I was hovering miles above it. I had the very distinct sense of doing this, not just the visual perception. There were some telescopes, or microwave dishes, or water-tower things with antennae on them. I wish I could take you by the hand and show you. A vast expanse of horizon. The sun was different, different color and hues than our sun."

Chapter 13: Contact Through the Veil: 1

The material in this and the next chapter is the most unusual and difficult to understand. It is the weirdest and the easiest for me to skirt when people ask "What did you find?"

When reviewing my bedside notes, I continually feel surprise in seeing how many of our volunteers "made contact" with "them," or other beings. At least half did so in one form or another. Research subjects used expressions like "entities," "beings," "aliens," "guides," and "helpers" to describe them. The "life-forms" looked like clowns, reptiles, mantises, bees, spiders, cacti, and stick figures. It is still startling to see my written records of comments like "There were these beings," "I was being led," "They were on me fast." It's as if my mind refuses to accept what's there in black and white.

It may be that I have such a hard time with these stories because they challenge the prevailing world view, and my own. Our modern approach to reality relies upon waking consciousness, and its extensions of tools and instruments, as the only ways of knowing. If we can't see, hear, smell, taste, or touch things in our everyday state of mind, or using our technology-amplified senses, it's not real. Thus, these are "non-material" beings.

In contrast, indigenous cultures are in regular contact with denizens of the invisible landscape and have no problems with straddling both worlds. Often they do this with the aid of psychedelic plants.

Many modern-day scientists possess an abiding faith in the spiritual. However, these same scientists are caught in a profound conflict between their personal and professional belief. What they say and what they feel may contradict each other profoundly. It is difficult to be "objective" about matters of the heart and spirit. Scientists may compartmentalize their faith and can't conceive of verifying or validating their spiritual intuition. In other cases they may water down the nature of those beliefs to maintain some consistency with their intellectual understanding. Perhaps they simply ignore the presence of angels and demons in essential scriptures, or regard them as symbolic or as hallucinatory manifestations of an overactive religious imagination.

Lack of open dialog about these issues makes it much more difficult to even imagine enlarging our view of the reality of non-material realms using scientific methods. What would happen to the study of spirit realms if we could access them reliably using molecules like DMT?

In addition to questions regarding the existence of non-material or spiritual worlds, we also must consider expanding the notion of what we may perceive in them. Can our spiritual and religious structures encompass what truly resides within these different levels of existence? The stories we're about to hear go beyond reasonably "straightforward" encounters with the Divine or angels, nor are they especially neat, tidy, or in accordance with what we consider within the realm of "expectable" spiritual experiences.


Therefore, I was neither intellectually nor emotionally prepared for the frequency with which contact with beings occurred in our studies, nor the often utterly bizarre nature of these experiences. Neither, it seemed, were many of the volunteers, even those who had smoked DMT previously. Also surprising were the common themes of what these beings were doing with so many of our volunteers: manipulating, communicating, showing, helping, questioning. It was definitely a two-way street.

As strange as the reports that follow are, our 1990s research was not the first in the scientific literature to describe DMT-induced "contact." There also are reports from the 1950s quoting volunteers to that effect. These older DMT cases are remarkable in their foreshadowing of the stories we were going to hear almost forty years later. What is even more striking is that I have been unable to locate any similar reports in research subjects taking other psychedelics. Only with DMT do people meet up with "them," with other beings in a non-material world.


Karl's early encounter with life-forms, like his visions of DNA described in the last chapter, offered a prelude to future, more elaborate stories from others volunteers. Karl was a forty-five-year-old blacksmith. He was married to Elena, whose enlightenment experience we'll read about later.

Eight minutes into his non-blind high-dose injection, he described this encounter:

"That was real strange. There were a lot of elves. They were prankish, ornery, maybe four of them appeared at the side of a stretch of interstate highway I travel regularly. They commanded the scene, it was their terrain! They were about my height. They held up placards, showing me these incredibly beautiful, complex, swirling geometric scenes in them. One of them made it impossible for me to move. There was no issue of control; they were totally in control. They wanted me to look! I heard a giggling sound----the elves laughing or talking at high-speed volume, chattering, twittering."

In the last chapter, we heard about Aaron's experiences of unseen worlds. Let's return to his first non-blind high dose of DMT. He looked at me about 10 minutes after the injection and shrugged, laughing:

"First there was a mandala-like series of visuals, fleurs-de-lis-type visions. Then an insect like thing got right into my face, hovering over me as the drug was going in. This thing sucked me out of my head into outer space. It was clearly outer space, a black sky with millions of stars.

I was in a vary large waiting room, or something. It was very long. I felt observed by the insect-thing and others like it. Then they lost interest. I was taken into space and looked at."

Aaron summarized his encounters with these beings after a subsequent double-blind high dose:

"There is a sinister backdrop, and alien-type, insectoid, not-quite-pleasant side of this, isn't there? It's not a "We're-going-to get-you-motherf--ker." Its more like being possessed. During the experience there is sense of someone, or something else, there taking control. It's like you have to defend yourself against them, whoever they are, but they certainly are there. I'm aware of them and they're aware of me. It's like they have an agenda. It's like walking into a different neighborhood. You're really not quite sure what the culture is. It's got such a distinct flavor, the reptilian being or beings that are present."

Many volunteers' encounters with life-forms in these non-material worlds involved the powerful sense of an exchange of information. The type of information varied widely. Sometimes it concerned the "biology" of these beings.

Chris was thirty-five years old, married, and a computer salesman. He was quite artistically talented, too, and performed in local theater productions. He had taken psychedelics fifty to sixty times before starting our research. He hoped his DMT sessions with us would "propel me into a state of awareness I have been seeking during eight years of LSD use, but have only had glimpses of previously."

His non-blind high dose was "the most reassuring experience of my life." The separation of his mind and body was effortless, and he decided that "if death is like this, there's nothing to worry about." Chris returned for the tolerance study a few weeks later. He lifted the eyeshades after the fist dose and said:

"There was a set of many hands. They were feeling my eyes and face. It was a little bit confusing. There were more individuals. They were recognizing and identifying me. It was more intimate. At first I thought it was the eyeshades on my face, but it definitely was not!"

Filling out the rating scale, he added:

"To get to that space I had to get through some sort of a non-benevolent space. It felt like there were talons and claws there trying to guard it in a way."

These were long mornings and he needed encouragement. I let my intuition guide me: "If need be, let them rip you to shreds, then you can get on with it."

"Dismemberment is part of the shamanic initiation, isn't it? I felt a dragonlike presence. And, there were the same colors----red, golden yellows."

"The colors can be like a drape or a prelude or a curtain. Even though they're so pretty, you can get through them to the other side." Coming out of his second dose he looked stunned, and he grasped for words that seemed inadequate:

"It was wild. There were no colors. There was the usual sound: pleasant, a roar, a sort of an internal hum. Then there were three beings, three physical forms. There were rays coming out of their bodies and then back to their bodies. They were reptilian and humanoid, trying to make me understand, not with words, but with gestures. They wanted me to look into their bodies. I saw inside them and understood reproduction, what it's like before birth, the passage into the body. Once I established what they were communicating, they didn't just fade away. They stayed there for quite a while. Their presence was very solid."

I had been hearing about lots of encounters by then and could at least validate his experience: "You wouldn't expect it."

"I try and program it and I go in with an idea of what to see, but I just can't. I thought I was developing tolerance, but then, Bang! There were these guys or three things."

Chris's third dose was relatively uneventful. He stayed aware of his body, his heart beating in his chest, his stomach growling from hunger. His fourth dose built upon the themes of the previous three and concluded with many features of a mystical experience:

"They were trying to show me as much as possible. They were communicating in words. They were like clowns of jokers or jesters or imps. There were just so many of them doing their funny little thing. I settled into it. I was incredibly still and I felt like I was in an incredibly peaceful place. Then there was a message telling me that I had been given a gift, that this space was mine and I could go there anytime. I should feel blessed to have form, to live. It went on forever. There were blue hands, fluttering things, then thousands of things flew out of these blue hands. I thought "What a show!" It was really healing.

It was part of me, not separate. It was a reassurance that this wouldn't go away, that it was mine, that a connection had been made. The whole thing was really crucial to my spiritual development. It's what I tried to do with LSD, a sort of self-initiation. With LSD, it worked in some ways and didn't in others."

Jeremiah, at fifty years of age, was one of our oldest volunteers. He had recently retired from decades of service in the armed forces and was beginning a new phase of his professional life by obtaining training in clinical counseling. He was also starting his third family, and he underwent a face-lift halfway through the dose-response study. He was a busy man.

During the first few minutes of his non-blind high dose of DMT, Jermiah burst out in several exclamations: "Whoa!" "Wow!" "Incredible!" He began beaming, a huge smile across his face. He seemed to be having a great time.

"It was a nursery. A high-tech nursery with a single Gumby, three feet tall, attending me. I felt like an infant. Not a human infant, but an infant relative to the intelligences represented by the Gumby. It was aware of me, but not particularly concerned. Sort of a detached concern, like a parent would feel looking into a playpen at his one-year-old lying there. As I went into it, I heard a sound: hmmm. Then I heard two to three male voices talking. I heard one of them say, "He's arrived."

I felt evolution occurring. These intelligences are looking over us. There is hope beyond the mess we are making for ourselves.

I couldn't change the experience at all. I couldn't have anticipated it or even imagined it. It was a total surprise! I tried to open to love but that was silly. All I could do was observe it."

I found this last comment especially interesting because it challenged my assumption that what Jermiah encountered was a product of his mind, rather than a "true" perception. "Opening to love" is shorthand for an effort to change the anxiety caused by an unexpected or unpleasant experience into love. If what Jeremiah had just encountered was only a product of his own imagination, he may have been able to alter his reactions. The fact that his attempt felt "silly" reminded me of the futility of trying to "open to love" to a oncoming truck. "Opening to love" as he found himself instantly dropped into an alien nursery was such an ineffectual and inappropriate response that it seemed laughable.

Jeremiah's last double-blind session was the less overwhelming but definitely psychedelic 0.2 mg/kg dose. At this session he was surrounded by the orthopedic traction cage, but he denied that it bothered him. Josette was filling in for Cindy that morning, as our nurse.

At 10 minutes, he began:

"There were four distinct beings looking down on me, like I was on an operating-room table. I opened my eyes to see if it was you and Josette, but it wasn't. They had done something and were observing the results. They are vastly advanced scientifically and technologically. They were looking just over the traction bar in front of me. I guess they were saying, 'Good-bye. Don't be a stranger.'"

Josette said that some of what Jeremiah described reminded her of some of her own "weird" dreams, and she went on to tell us about one of them. Jermiah replied:

"That was a dream you described. This is real. It's totally unexpected, quite constant and objective. One could interpret your looking at my pupils as being observed, and the tubes in my body as the tubes I'm seeing. But that is a metaphor, and this is not at all a metaphor. It's an independent, constant reality."

Josette collected the last blood sample and left the room, closing the door behind her. Jeremiah and I relaxed quietly together.

"DMT has shown me the reality that there is infinite variation on reality. There is the real possibility of adjacent dimensions. It may not be so simple as that there's alien planets with their own societies. This is too proximal. It's not like some kind of drug. It's more like an experience of a new technology than a drug.

You can choose to attend to this or not. It will continue to progress without you paying attention. You return not to where you left off, but to where things have gone since you left. It's not a hallucination, but an observation. When I'm there, I'm not intoxicated. I'm lucid and sober."

Let's close this chapter with one of the most striking interventions performed on a volunteer by these otherworld beings. In Ben's experience, they not only tested and probed him, but also implanted something into his body.

Ben was twenty-nine years of age and had recently relocated from Seattle. He was a drifter, having held thirty jobs in just ten years. He was an old friend of Chris, about whose entity-contact encounter we just read.


While a little nervous the next day, Ben was eager for his non-blind high dose to begin. I spent a little more time than usual getting him ready, advising him to try and take some big deep breaths as the DMT went in.

"You may take in a breath and have that be the last thing you remember; you may not even notice the out-breath. That means you're there." Ben tried to breath deeply as the drug was going in. Then his breathing settled down as he obviously fell under the influence of the drug. His heart beat visibly in his chest. At about 3 minutes, his neck showed some hives, something that had also happened to several other volunteers who had truly astonishing stories to tell us later.

At 8 minutes, several total body spasms occurred, and he cleared his throat. It was time to try and ground him. "We're going to put a blanket on you. Try to breathe into that tension if you can." He slowed his breathing and started calming down, a big smile on his face. He stayed silent for 36 minutes, longer than most of our volunteers, before I felt the urge to rouse him:

"It started with a sound. It was high-pitched like a tightly taut wire. There were four or five of them. They were on me fast. As crazy as this sounds, they looked like a saguaro cactus, very Peruvian in color. They were flexible, fluid, geometrical cacti. Not solid. They weren't benevolent but they weren't non-benevolent. They probed, they really probed. They seemed to know time was limited. They wanted to know what I, this being who had shown up, was doing. I didn't answer. They knew. Once they decided I was okay, they went about their business."

There are surprising and remarkable consistencies among volunteers' reports of contact with non-material beings. Sound and vibration build until the scene almost explosively shifts to an "alien" realm. Volunteers find themselves on a bed or in a landing bay, research environment, or high-technology room. The highly intelligent beings of this "other" world are interested in the subject, seemingly ready for his or her arrival and wasting no time in "getting to work." There might be one particular being clearly in charge, directing the others. Volunteers frequently comment about the emotional quality of the relationships: loving, caring, or professionally detached.







There's lots more good stuff in this book.. :)

[Crowdance]

13. Lot of similarity to shamanic journey experiences here

Thank you for typing this out for us, Popol Vuh. A labor of love,to be sure.

The DMT experiences you include sound remarkably like deep shamanic journey experiences. The amazing love and humor of the "beings" encountered, and the immediate sense of work and purpose to the journeys, these strike me as so similar to the work of journeys.

I wonder: does the book document changes to the subjects' lives in this reality as a result of their drug experiences? I'd be curious as to how, having had these experiences, lives are changed.

[mother earth]

12. Wow, interesting stuff....it reminds me of the Raymond Moody

research. If I remember correctly he used some kind of machine/room to induce a NDE and there were remarks about the similarities with alien abduction reports.

One thing that struck me with the excerpts you have posted was this:
--Subjects saw all sorts of imaginable and unimaginable things. The least complex were kaleidoscopic geometric patterns, which sometimes partook of "Mayan," "Islamic," or "Aztec" qualities. For example, "beautiful, colorful pink cobwebs; an elongation of light," "tremendously intricate tiny geometric color, like being one inch from a color television."--

It reminded me of my recent "dream", the colors and the symbols were so clear and unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

I too am glad you decided to keep posting here, you always offer very interesting perspectives.
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It never ceases to amaze me that all of the research and new information seem to point to the same conclusions, all the different religions seem to say the same things and yet, somehow, we have difficulty accepting or maybe we just can't absorb it all? Maybe we are beginning to, judging by the interest here. I do think that all of us really are more like all the people who do not post here. I just think we are more prone to talking about these subjects and not so worried about being judged.

Keep posting, Popol Vuh...we need more and more like you. I don't know what you experienced on other parts of this website, but I'm glad you didn't leave us. :)