Part 2 of 3
We agreed upon a time in the evening, and he came over to my apartment to supervise. My girlfriend and brother were also present. I sat cross-legged on a futon with my back comfortably resting against the wall. Rob placed a measured sprinkle of DMT powder in the chamber of a bong and handed the apparatus to me.
“You’re going to light it and take a big hit,” he instructed. “Then I’m going to take the bong from your hand because you probably won’t be able to set it down on your own.”
“What? Really?” I laughed. “OK, whatever you say.”
My girlfriend played a song on the stereo called “Wonderful” by The Beta Band, per my request. The song’s soothing instrumentation and chorus filled the room:
In time you realize, it’s all for you I do…
In time you realize, she’s so wonderful…
I sparked up the DMT and inhaled vigorously. Even before I could finish exhaling, the trip had begun mind-blowingly fast. Vibrant colors and patterns unfurled through the air and rushed at me from all directions. As promised, Rob took the bong from my hand and softly whispered one final word, and that was: “Enjoy.”
The visual scenery on the outside swiftly overwhelmed me, and I instinctively closed my eyes to surrender to the momentum of this barrage of sensations. Before I knew it, I was leaving my body, with no resistance at all—zooming forward at a speed faster than light, and never having an inkling to look back.
I don’t recall any details of the transport, but I do know that I came to rest in a vast, expansive space full of light. I don’t mean the kind of raw light that comes from our sun and touches our skin here on Earth. This light was more refined, yet brighter somehow. To be more specific, it seemed as if the light was life force itself—prana—the same life force of the soul that animates the physical body. It was as if the light was pure consciousness, and its presence was so all-encompassing that no shadows could exist there. A blissful transparency.
Again, just to clarify: Light was not shining in the space; light was the space.
And there was no ground, because there was no need for a ground. I soon discovered why.
My gaze fell upon a male being to my left. He sat cross-legged, much in the way that my physical body was simultaneously sitting cross-legged on the futon back on Earth, presumably millions of miles away. However, this master was floating in perfect poise. And he was meditating, with his eyes closed, with that trademark Buddha-smile on his radiant face. The steadiest, happiest grin. I looked upon him in awe, and while I was looking at him, he did not flinch nor blink nor change his disposition in the least. Yet, I intuitively sensed that he was aware of my presence, and that he was totally fine with me being there. Equanimity, acceptance, a feeling of brotherhood I might even dare to say.
So, why was there no need for a horizontal ground in this realm? Well, because the ascended master was clearly demonstrating that bodily support and traction were omnipresent and woven into the fabric of the translucent space itself. Let me put it another way. His will power was the gravity. His desire was the groundedness.
His “skin” or ethereal complexion was brown and reminiscent of the skin colors of India, or perhaps Nepal or Tibet. His heavenly constitution was unblemished, as you might imagine.
I didn’t have long to gaze upon him though, because my attention was quickly drawn to the center. From the center came swimming at me a stunningly beautiful female being. Her eyes glimmered like microcosmic orbs, and they penetrated me instantly with her outpouring of divine love. It was at that moment that a distinctly human emotion arose within my heart, and that emotion was: I don’t deserve this. She’s too wonderful to be looking at me in such a loving way.
Incidentally, she was also brown and of a similar ethereal constitution to the male master.
I let go of my feeling of unworthiness. I allowed myself to be consumed by her joyful glance and blessed company. She didn’t give me much of a choice anyway. How could anyone deny that kind of pure, sublime love? I would succumb to Her Being 1000 times more if given the chance.
But as I was basking in Her bliss, another human thought popped into my mind: I must go back. I cannot stay.
Sure enough, I left the heavenly dimension in a flash, as if Earthly gravity were pulling me back into my body at the same warp speed I had exited. I opened my eyes to see Rob, my girlfriend and my brother staring at me expectantly. My jaw was dropped.
After looking around the apartment, the first words out of my mouth were: “How long was I gone?”
“About five minutes,” Rob said.
I couldn’t believe it. It felt like I had been gone for weeks.
You know how when you go on a long vacation and finally come back, it takes some time to reacquaint yourself with your home turf? That’s what it was like. My perception had been skewed by the dynamics of relativity. Einstein was surely correct. Even though it was only five minutes of unconsciousness on Earth, I couldn’t shake the palpable knowingness that I had traveled a great distance, and therefore a great span of time, through the cosmos. Time and space are always intertwined, and my journey through inner space had dilated the scope of those short minutes exponentially.
That night, I honestly don’t remember talking much to Rob or anyone else about the magnificence of where I had been and who I had encountered. My mind was so blown that I needed time to integrate and process the implications of the rocket ship ride. Even to this day, many of my questions remain unanswered, and I’m still trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle.
