Chapter 32
DMT and Hyperspace
As I
accepted my death and dissolution into God's love, the insectoids began feeding
on my heart, devouring the feelings of love and surrender. They were interested
in emotion. As I was holding on to my last thought - that God is love - they
asked, "Even here? Even here? – Rick Strassman
Just
remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.- Cormac
McCarthy
Marie
was very nervous. She had read the book
that they had given her to help her prepare of this experience, Rick
Strassman’s DMT: The Spirit Molecule, but it only made her more anxious, not
less. This wasn’t any sort of quantum
MWI experiment, simply a trial of the drug they hoped to use as part of the
process, but it didn’t make her feel any better. And as Jackie had advised her that the dose
she would receive in the trials was considerably more than they would be giving
her for the actual experiments didn’t help either.
She
was lying in the hospital bed in the third floor of the chateau, in what was
presumably the house infirmary. She knew
Jackie as a highly lauded biologist, but wasn’t exactly sure what her medical
qualifications were. This worry,
however, was answered when she saw the Doctor from Paris enter the room with
lab coat, stethoscope and warm smile.
“Marie,”
he greeted her warmly, kissing her on either cheek to finish his greeting. “How is my favorite patient, today?”
“I’m
your favorite patient?”
“That’s
what they tell me.” He laughed a little.
“For
today’s procedure, it will just be you, me, and Dr. Shellborne will serve as my
nurse, or assistant if you prefer,” the doctor added with a wink to
Jackie. “This will be very simple.”
He
held up a syringe. “I understand, you’ve
read Dr. Strassman’s book, so there will be no unexpected surprises for
you. We’re going to be right here the
entire time, making sure you are safe and comfortable.”
His
voice was very reassuring.
“The
whole experience will only last twenty minutes, and only the first half will be
full-on hyperspace, as the kids call it.
And Jackie and I will be right here.
I know there may be some accounts of experiences in Strassman’s research
that can be somewhat … concerning … but I will remind you that such things are
far rarer than you would think. In my
conversations with Rick, er, Dr. Strassman, he assures me that intention is the
deciding factor in any DMT experience.
That you will be in far more control that you suppose … try and keep
that in mind.”
She
was less anxious already. “Okay.”
The
doctor then held up a sleep mask. “This
is to make sure you attention is turned inside as much as possible. The experience is more … rewarding … that way
… if there are fewer cues and interferences from the outside world. That, said, I shall remind you once more,
that Dr. Shellborne and I will be at either side of you throughout, and we will
make sure you are completely safe.
That’s a promise, my dear.”
And
with those words, Jackie moved to the other side of Marie, opposite the good
doctor.
“You
know, I don’t know your name, Doctor?” Marie stated her question. She liked to know people’s names.
“I’m
afraid only Dr. Jenkins and Dr. Shellborne here know my real name. I have a
successful practice that I need to protect.
However, everyone here calls me, Dr. Who, as sort of a joke.”
“Huh,”
was all Marie could say to that.
Jackie
slipped the eye mask over Marie’s face and reclined the bed down somewhat, such
that she was nearly prone but with a slight incline for her head and shoulders.
“Take
a deep breath, my dear,” came Dr. Who’s voice.
“Here comes the needle.”
She
felt the prick of the syringe in her arm, and the warm sensation spreading from
its target point.
“Okay,
hold on, and remember, we’re right here.”
That
was the doctor’s voice, though the last words became garbled into the vastness
that opened up before her.
Colors
and geometric shapes twisted and turned impossibly in her mind’s eye. A gigantic dome of changing colors loomed
over her consciousness. Then she was
riding through it, like a surfer catching an impossible wave the twirled
infinitely inward in non-Euclidean shapes and splintering into a thousand
different facets of reality. A weird
music was audible: a sort of combination of demented carnival music and
electronic sounds, like an insane robot circus of sound, which turned into a
crashing buzzing noise that engulfed her consciousness completely and then was
gone.
She
was lying on an examination table. Just
out of her peripheral vision something looked down upon her intently. Something not human. There was a sense of heightened reality,
despite the fact that she knew she was simply hallucinating, or was she? She struggled to turn her head and look at
the face just outside of her vision, and she saw it. She was in something that resembled an old
time medical auditorium, and the being that examined her matched in every
possible way the description of the notorious gray aliens she had read
about. Though, as soon as she saw it,
the scene faded and was replaced by another.
She
was on another world. She knew this
instantly, even before the more alien aspects of the landscape impinged themselves
on her consciousness. Weird
cacti-looking plants, only a couple of feet high scurried around her. In fact they covered the ground. Before her was a natural stone archway, and
above a massive ringed planet and four moons, all in different stages, in the
green and pink sky. She had barely taken
this scene in when she was whisked away to another.
She
was again surrounded by entities, but these towered over her and formed a
circle around her. As they came into
focus, Marie saw at once that they were bees … giant honeybees. Their buzzing filled her consciousness. She could feel that they were trying to tell
her something. Something very important. She struggled to understand, but she could
only hear the buzzing. Finally she spoke
to them.
“I’m
so sorry … but I don’t speak bee.”
Then
the swirling colors, and a rush of air in her face, like she was traveling
incredibly fast, and it all faded away into the darkness of the eye mask, with
the odd flashes of almost imperceptible colors and after images.
“Marie?” She heard the doctor’s voice. “Marie?”
She
groaned a little and managed to say, “Yeah?”
“How
do you feel, dear?”
How
did she feel? That was one hell of a
question. She was back to reality, but
it didn’t feel quite as real as it did before.
The DMT hyperspace seemed more real.
She felt the mask being removed from her eyes, and the room poured back
into her vision.
“Wow,”
she said, “That … was intense.”
copyright 2017 Diana Hignutt
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