Omega

Learning

I woke up from a fog my hands were tingling I could feel the dry throat kicking in, I moved my hand toward the bench from the couch and felt around for a bottle. To my satisfaction I found one and quickly quenched my thirst. I sat up in the up-right position on the couch; put my hands to my head and tried to remember what happened last night. There was definite drug taking behaviour and speaking to entities not from this world.

The dimethyltryptamine (DMT) hits were intense, but I never can remember what happens while I'm peaking. I had another swig of the liquid from the bottle on the bench top and went to the fridge to gather some supplies. I opened the fridge door, and it was empty need to go shopping I thought. I went back to the couch and lined up a bowl of buds; punched it and feel back asleep.

I woke up and after a quick trip down to the shops had supplies again. I promptly went to the kitchen bench and opened the laptop to start working on my findings from my efforts last night and write a little bit of philosophy.

The main bulk of my work was about how using dimethyltryptamine (DMT) your mind could be abstracted in a multitude of ways and this even extends to the material world. Through your own perception DMT could abstract the world around you. Even last night my water pipe was abstracted to a phone. These abstractions can have an overwhelming effect on the way you see the world they can abstract a sun set from being seen as a glorious sight to a dark and demonic sight. Anything you can imagine can have a different meaning; this is the most glorious thing about psychedelics namely DMT.

I sat at the computer awhile and scripted some thoughts down. My fingers felt as though they were sticking to the keyboard, and I was becoming entrenched in the literature, pressing one sticky button at a time. I could never get to the crux of what I was trying to explain the keys would always distract me from my findings and not to mention I couldn't remember the trips themselves; so, it was a game of cat and mouse trying to explain a concept but being caught at the tail end by the lapses in memory. I never got anywhere but I wanted to document these trips so bad it wasn't just about fun for me I was here on serious business; I was going to be the first person to understand the ins and outs of this glorious drug that they call DMT. After about an hour of my sticky documentation I heard a knock at the door.

It was my dealer here to impart some knowledge on me once more. I opened the door what do you want.

He looked at me glazed eyed and said, "I just recently got some stuff in, and it was stolen from the CIA, I haven't had it yet, but I am told that it is so potent it has the ability to release your soul from your body.

I looked at him puzzled "Do you have it on you?"

"Yeah, Yeah I do"

"Lets have a look then"

He pulled a baggie out of his pocket and showed it to me; it was a dark substance with shiny crystal looking structures throughout it looked dangerous. I grabbed the baggie and held it up to the light looking at the beautiful substance, my mouth began to water.

"Maybe we should give it a go." I said

"You first amigo." he laughed

I sat on the couch contemplating whether I should down it or leave it I was always quick to try these new substances my dealer brought over, these research chemicals but none of them looked as demonic as this. I sat there and pondered for a second "screw it, I'll do it."

My dealer jumped out of his seat "I knew if I brought it around, you'd give it a go, but be careful it's a highly classified substance whatever that means."

I was a little bit uneasy about it I didn't believe that it was from the CIA but what if it was, then I would be getting into some deep water. I backed off again making excuses why I wasn't going to take it but, in the end, I knew I would ingest the damn thing. It took me 10 minutes to muster up the courage but, in the end, I packed a bowl of it and ripped it through.

As soon as I took the lighter away from the bong, I felt a huge rush and was suddenly somewhere completely different. There was nothing familiar I woke up in a run-down house around 5 or 10 other people all lying on the floor. I looked at my hands and they were different to what I was used to, I got up and touched my face I had a long beard and wrinkled skin. I started to freak out this was unlike any drug I had ever tried; I had somehow transported from my body into someone else's, and nothing was familiar. I tried to wake up some of the other bodies laying around me but to no avail. Where was I? Was I ever going to get back to where I came from? So many questions were stirring around in my head.

I went over to the door and opened it stepping over all the lifeless bodies on the floor. The sun shun in like a beam of fire and promptly shut the door. I was afraid and confused but I didn't let it get the better of me, this drug was from the CIA. Why was I messing around with drugs from the CIA. I could feel my body was very stiff like I hadn't moved for a long time. Then out of nowhere like a bulldozer hitting me from behind, my vision went blank and it was like someone had poked a hole in the darkness and color started to emerge. It was home I could see my dealers face as the pin drop started to grow until my vision was fully realised again. I hugged my dealer and said, "I'm home." He was confused.

He looked at me with confusion dribbling down his face "Dude you just passed out once it hit. What was it like?"

I looked up at him with watery eyes and said, "It was scary man, like nothing else I have ever experienced."

"Do you want to do it again?" he said.

"No, I am good for now I have to process what just happened."

"What did you see?"

"I can't explain it, you would think I am crazy. Can you leave I have to think about what just happened"

"Just like that, no kiss" He laughed. "Just before I go can you hold on to it for me, I paranoid that the CIA are tapping my phone."

"No, no just take it with you." I knew if he left it, I would be right back into it.

"Can't you be a friend and just hold on to it for a couple days."

"Alright, if it will get you out of my apartment faster then I'll do it."

"Thanks dude, really appreciated it, just before I leave there's some herbal mixture if you mix the two it lasts longer I'll leave that with you too."

"Okay, bye." I said gesturing him toward the door.