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is gone. 212 * THE SESSIONS the next day, however, was deep and profound. Let's turn to her notes, which she sent me within a week of that morning's events: "Rick said, ‘All right; we're going to start now in about 15 seconds.’ His handwas coolonmine, a comforting last connection to reality. Itriedto count the heartbeats, something intellectual to hold on to. I got to three beats." There was a sound, like a hum that turned into a whoosh, and then I was blasted out ofmy body at such speed, with suchforce, as ifit were the speed of light. The colors were aggressive, terrifying; I felt as if they would consume me, as if were on a warp-speed conveyer belt heading straight into the cosmic psychedelic buzzsaw. I was terrified. I felt abandoned. I'm completely and totally lost. I have never been so alone. How can you de- scribe what itfeels like to be the only entity in the universe? There are sounds: high-pitched singing, like angel voices. But they aren't comforting. They are very impersonal and don't care about me. They are simply part ofthe background noise of blasting through the void ofthe uni- verse. It felt like going backward from life in a physical body to life as simply an energy form with no body. The essence of who Iam was alone in the void, back in the staging areafor life where souls wait to incarnate. I was in a place where there are no physical life-forms, only colors and sounds. The singing angels were there only to observe me, not to comfort me. But even though they didn't comfort me, I did bring back an incredible sense ofLove. A male presence tries to communicate with me, but I don't understand. Tuse my mind to ask, "What?" The reply is garbled. It (he) is trying to tell me I will see something. But what? I try to ask, "Will I know it when I see it?" The presence tells me Iwill see something. Is it by the horizon's light I see in the vast darkness? There is a great roaring sound. It interferes with the voice because I know it is ajet "out there." I'm coming back. The Voice It starts with myface seeming to harden up, become firm rather than nebulous. Ifeel the blood pressure cuffinflate. The rest ofmy body comes together, and I know I'm completely back. I lift up the eyeshades. Ifeel a deep and poignant love for Laura and Rick, whom I see first. I turn my head to see Kevin. What a beautiful relief.