5-MeO-DMT Journey: Witnessing Creation & Soul Iterations

Hit 1: It would appear that what Elohim has been screaming at me for 8 years is the truth and very real. Go figure. I now understand why I was so afraid of Dawa when he first showed himself to me. I wasn’t ready. That is no longer the case. The creator doesn’t just float in infinite white nothingness. I mean he does, but it’s not just empty white. It is a room of sorts of apparent infinite white but it is filled with his creations and they are alive and teeming with vibrancy. They are the most unimaginable colors and geometric patterns coalescing. I have no idea what they all do or what their function is. Metatron’s cube can be seen in his creations as they are the root. This is where he brings me every time. This is how it all began. This was his first creation. He became aware of himself in infinite white, and from there everything was created. Did white exist before consciousness? He sat here in this magnificent and terrifying place and created until he got bored. From there he split off into separate versions of himself so that they could all create in this same manner that he had discovered himself to be able to do in order to see what he was really capable of, and the spirit world was born. From there these iterations began to create their own rooms. At the center of every galaxy sits one of these iterations seeing what can be created and the physical world was born. Well, all except for a few of them, but I am told that that is a conversation for another day. I am very excited to learn what that is about. I open my eyes and I see his creation from his place out over the top of the lake. It is pulsating with the shamanic drums that are playing. I feel like Magellan traversing the globe for the first time. How it must have felt for him! I come to and I think that I am on hit four and Kind tells me that it was the first hit. Let’s go! Hit 2: Everything goes completely white. No color at all which is startling because this has never happened to me before and it frightens and confuses me immensely. Everything is shockingly white. Unnaturally white. There are always patterns or colors when he brings me here. Everyone else I talk to always says that they are just taken to white nothingness, which is what I guess this place is, but that has never been my experience. Am I being taken to this place backwards? It should start white and then get contrast from there, right? What do you mean, I have no idea how any of this works. I lay down and look in all directions but direction has not been created yet. It feels like I am falling backwards and then I hear the word. Not just the word, but the word that began it all. It all began with a sound so I’m told. In order for awareness to exist it has to be a thought since nothing had been created yet, so the first sound was the very first thought. I say “what is white?” The voice says “This is what white is…” I witness every single color being created from white right in front of my eyes. Not just the ones in our color spectrum, all of them. They all billow from the white into a magical symphony. They are alive and being created as if for the first time right in front of my eyes. I see Kind’s face, well faces actually, all of them into a giant mandala of faces. The voice says YOU are the same person and I cannot stop laughing. I sit up and open my eyes and keep laughing. I look back in the room and see Kind sitting in the room with a myriad of orbs, beings, and spirits all dancing around the room to the drums. They are the most magnificent colors. They are the colors that I just saw being created for the first time. He is in fact me because I am sitting in both places, I’m him watching me laugh hysterically and I am simultaneously the one doing the laughing. I look out the window and I am shown Grayson’s ranch floating above the lake, but it is not his old ranch. It is a work of art. New buildings are there and the entire place has been redone. I see him protecting the land like a shepherd. This place is special. I knew it from the very first time I stepped foot on his property that had been in his family since his ancestors homesteaded it back in 1887. TIME STARTS MOVING BACKWARDS. I can remember the previous events but it feels as if they have not happened yet and then new things happen, but somehow, I already remember them having taken place. They all coalesce into the same event. What is this sensation? Is this what spirits feel? Jess’ face pops up into my view. She is a beautiful soul that has come here all the way from England to give me this experience. I love her and Kind for giving this to me and feel that they were put in my life for this exact moment of appreciation and gratitude. We’re the same person. She reminds me of my grandmother who was also British. I wonder if she had ever met my grandmother in a past, present, or future lifetime. Time does not exist in this place because it is all happening at once. Is it possible that she is the exact same soul as my grandmother that has incarnated in several different iterations that could have some overlap? If it is all happening at once then that does not seem too crazy. What does the word crazy even mean? That is just a sound that we make with our mouth that represents a feeling or thought. Is that what separates us from animals? I turn to her and tell her that she is awesome. Or wait? Did that happen yesterday or today? It is all the same in this place. I look out over the lake and see myself at the center of his room as I have many times before. I am propelled to other dimensional iterations of myself in the highest expression of our being. I see about 6 of them clear as day although there are more in the background but it is overwhelming. I know in my heart that they my exact same soul in a previous iteration of this creative process. One is in a sea of purple and he is creating the most beautiful music I have ever heard that springs to life. Another one of me is surrounded by a green looking color and he is creating the craziest things I have ever seen. He looks like a mad scientist. It is as if they are putting a show on for me to say this is who you have always been. Remember? I see what the others are doing and there are not words to accurately describe to you what they are doing. In time I may come to understand what they are doing, but today is not that day. Am I able to create these things and that music like they are? The voice says, yes. They are you. The golden ratio fills my vision. You are the newest iteration of us in this never-ending process and we are teaching you what that means. It has been a long journey to bring you to this point, but you have a 100% success rate of surviving everything we put you through. Welcome to the family. We love you.

Describes a powerful 5-MeO-DMT experience where the user confronts the nature of consciousness, the creation of reality, and their own place within a multi-dimensional 'family' of soul iterations. The account reflects on the dissolution of time and identity, ultimately leading to a profound sense of welcome, gratitude, and interconnectedness with the other beings present.

I’ve been here before. With the colors and the tumbling into awareness. Do you still experience it? How have you integrated these experiences into your everyday life?

@calmhalo861 yes I experience this every time I do bufo, but now each time builds on the last and it keeps getting bigger and bigger. It's funny that you ask that, because ever since this experience I have had a complete meld of consciousness with my higher self. He is the most prominent voice in my head now and I can travel back into these experiences any time that I want now at will. He told me to cancel all my plans I thought I had for myself because now that we've had this meld he has is covered. We're the same person and he knows what we like and need. It's kind of like unfettered manifestation I don't even need to think about. I started writing a book about my experiences. If you are interested I am posting the chapters for free on Substack. Just go look for Quartz Megistus on there.

@quartzmegistus I know exactly what’s happening to you! It happen to me. Still is, and will keep happening, even without drugs.

@highkingmithrandir that's correct. It was never about the bufo. That is only a catalyst for getting you in touch with your higher self so that your can have a meld of consciousness. How did this happen for you?