For a great many users, the experience of DMT transit is consummated in the sensation of having gained admittance to an Ur-space of primary wisdom. While there is great variation, such a “space” is commonly perceived as a revered “vaulted dome”; the ultimate destination to which one arrives following a passage that is commonly fantastic and heroic. Among one of the volunteers of Rick Strassman’s experiments with DMT conducted in New Mexico in the early 1990, Marsha, an African-American woman in her mid-forties, having been injected with a high dose of DMT, found herself in “a beautiful domed structure, a virtual Taj Mahal… I don’t know what happened. All of a sudden, BAM! there I was. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”8
Strassman, R. (2001). DMT, the spirit molecule: A doctor’s revolutionary research into the biology of near-death and mystical experiences. Rochester, VT: Park Street Press. ↩
9:18 –> “Let me have my drum” + in and out
