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place. Dose 3: 244 © THE SESSIONS Then I noticed a middle-aged female, with a pointed nose and light greenish skin, sitting offto my right, watching this changing city with me. She had her right hand on a dial that seemed to control the panorama we were watching. She turned slightly toward me and asked, "What else would you like?" Lanswered telepathically, "Well, what else have you got? Ihave no idea what you can do." Then she stood up, walked up to my right forehead, touched it and warmed it up, and then used a sharp object to open up apanel in my right temple, releasing a tremendous amount of pressure. This made me feel much better than I'dfelt before, even though I realized I'd felt fine in the first Sean's second dose was difficult because a loud vacuum cleaner passed by the room and a garbage truck screeched terribly outside the window. Temporarily confused and anxious, he regrouped but could do little else with the session. For thefirst time ever, Iwent into a blank state before the DMT injec- tion. Ihad no thought, no hopes, nofears, no expectations. The trip started with an electric tingling in my body, and quickly the visual hallucinations arrived. Then I noticed five or six figures walking rapidly alongside me. Theyfelt like helpers, fellow travelers. A humanoid male figure turned toward me, threw his right arm up toward the patch- work of bright colors, and asked, "How about this?" The kaleidoscopic patterns immediately became brighter and moved more rapidly. A second and then a third asked and did the same thing. At that point, I decided to gofurther, deeper. T immediately saw a bright yellow-white light directly infront ofme. I chose to open to it. Iwas consumed by it and became part ofit. There were no distinctions—no figures or lines, shadows or outlines. There was no body or anything inside or outside. Iwas devoid ofself, of thought, oftime, of space, of a sense of separateness or ego, or of anything but the white light. There are no symbols in my language that can begin to describe that sense of pure being, oneness, and ecstasy. There was a great sense of still- ness and ecstasy.