Here is an excerpt from some random dude's DMT trip.

I then felt myself being propelled forward at astonishing speed. However, I could tell that I was being propelled towards something I might not want to experience at all. My resistance and fear took hold. Within less than a second I saw my destination. It was the DMT spirit personified as a female demoness. I have met her before, only once, on my first ever DMT experience, in which she welcomed me and told me she was the “Queen of Spice.” As I looked into her face with horror her voice told me “welcome to your nightmare.” With a rush I was being sucked down into an experience that I had created for myself or that the DMT entity had created for me. It was going to be my ultimate nightmare, tailor-made just for me. It looked like it was going to have a prosaic real-world theme - being tortured or something unpleasant - but transformed and reconfigured into the machine-like fractalizing cinematic totality of the high-dose DMT experience.


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Upon my travels , I always thought of evil as "the spice of life". A little bit of foulness can make things interesting, and bring out our inner personality just a bit, too much spice, and we get the world as it is today. A fucking chaotic cesspool of insanity.