Meeting the Golden Figure: A DMT Encounter

I had smoked DMT twice before, both times breaking through but finding the experience too fast and too strange to integrate. The third time, I set an intention: to meet whatever was there with respect and attention. I used a glass pipe, held the smoke for as long as I could, and lay back.

The transition was instantaneous. The room exploded into geometric patterns, and then the patterns opened, and I was somewhere else entirely. In front of me was a figure — not human, not anything I can name — made of what looked like liquid gold. It was aware of me. It was pleased, I felt, that I had come. It did not speak in words. It communicated by showing — unfolding, like a flower, aspects of itself that I can only describe as 'the structure of care.' It showed me that the universe is not indifferent. It is attentive. It is made of attention.

The whole thing lasted 7 minutes by the clock. It felt like an hour. When I came back, I was shaking and weeping. The figure was gone, but the sense of its presence remained for days. I do not know what it was — a part of my own mind, something external, a projection. I have opinions, but I do not know. What I know is that it changed me. I am less afraid of death now. I am more kind. I do not need to know what it was to know that it mattered.