The Cough Syrup
Wherein We Grok the Magickal Elixir
Over-The-Counter Gateway to the
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by Rhd. Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.
"Dr. Richard Dawkins claims too much
(íMemes and the Evolution of Culture,í 28 Oct., p. 208) when he
says íAll biologists nowadays believe in Darwinís theoryí. There
is a sizable minority of equally qualified biologists who reject
the theory outright. In the U.S., for example, several hundred
voting members of the Creation Research Society, who must have
at least a MSc, and include many biologists, prefer the Genesis
account on scientific grounds."
-J.H. Broughton, Letters to the Editor
The New Scientists, Nov. 11, 1976, p. 355
Just as the Darwinian theory of
evolution has slowly yet inexorably embedded itself as irrefutable
dogma in the collective unconscious of virtually all those
inculcated by modern materialistic scientism, so we have witnessed a
growing trend amongst the latter-day UFOlogical community to
canonize the Extra-terrestrial hypothesis (hence, "ETH") as
sacrosanct dogma; discharging with all diligence our Sacred and
Sacerdotal duties as Scientists to protect with our very credibility
that which the Priesthood has deemed Holy and True.
It is our duty as Scientists to guarantee that even though both
perspectives remain merely theories -- due to a lack of substantive
corroborative evidence one way or the other -- they are nevertheless
increasingly accepted as Scientific Fact amongst an ever-growing
community of researchers and hobbyists alike. Yet in the interests
of Science, our purpose now is merely to inject a new meme into the
machinery and, in so doing, cause us all to question the fundamental
framework of our culture-bound assumptions.
Three Blind Men and the Elephant
As Scientists, our job is to place labels on things we simply do not
understand. This is what we do, for when we have succeeded in
labeling a thing, we have removed itís mystery -- rendered impotent
the conceivable threat of the unknown -- and forced it to conform to
our culturally inculcated assumptions on the nature of things in
general. Indeed, we are paid great sums and esteemed in high regard
for performing precisely this function, and thereby enabling our
fellow man to sleep more peacefully at night.
Some things, however, are more resistant to effective labeling than
others. Flying Saucers and Space Aliens, for example, are two
subjects which arrogantly defy our feeble attempts at labeling, yet
label them we must, for we are Scientists!
So, in that we are simply not permitted to accept unresloved
ambiguity, we must go to great lengths in our attempts to lasso the
stray phenomena and mash it into the narrowminded constraints of our
Scientific test-tubes; often contorting ourselves into absurd
caricatures as we struggle desperately to bend the data to suit our
Dr. Mack assuages our fears by assuring us the rectum-coring
visitors have our best ecological interests at heart while Dr.
Jacobs informs us the parasitic intruders are not at all the
diabolical incubae and succubae of old but merely space alien
scientists whoíve travelled countless lightyears across the vast
reaches of space to pilfer our cum and ram strange probes up our
Meanwhile, Dr. Persinger contends that
the entire space alien enigma is all merely a neurophysiological
knee-jerk response to electromagnetic burps emanating from the
seismically-distended belly of Mama Gaia and Dr. Greer encourages us
all to think happy little thoughts at the incoming Martians so
theyíll be more inclined to allow flashlight-laden New Agers (those
with enough money to afford his pricey training seminars, that is)
to "vector them in," apparently incapable of landing on their own
without plowing their unruly saucers into conveniently remote,
military-controlled deserts just a few parsecs east-west of Area 51.
It all gets rather confusing after awhile so weíve decided to
qualify the various hypotheses and force them to march single-file
before the harsh and unyielding disciplinarian of the Scientific
Method, to wit, the following table:
ETH -- Extraterrestrial
Aliens from outer space are visiting us via space ships
EAH -- Evil Alien
Aliens from outer space are raping our women, buggering our
boys, and feasting upon certain bovine "naughty bits"
SBH -- Space Brother
Aliens from outer space have come to save us from ourselves
UTH -- Ultra Terrestrial
Entities from other dimensions have reified in this
FMH -- Faerie/Magonia
Elves, faeries, goblins, leprechauns, incubae, etc. are now
seen through our culturally-inculcated perceptual framework
as being science-fiction aliens from outer space
BDH -- Borderline Deficit
Certain individuals who lack a firm grip on consensus
reality tend to confabulate bizarre phantasmagoria
EMH -- ElectroMagnetic
Tectonic stress has produced a wide range of bizarre
phenomena such as balls-of-light, etc. which are mistaken
for space aliens
TLH -- Temporal Lobe
Persingerís self-absorbed neurophysiological tautology
MCH -- Mind Control
Renegade Paperclip Nazi MK-Ultra scientists have for decades
performed heinous experiments upon unwitting victims and
covered their atrocities by implanting hypnotically-induced
false memories of "space alien abductions"
HEH -- Hollow-Earth
Earth is hollow and the inner regions are occupied teros,
deros, reptoids and WWII Nazis who escaped the long arm of
ARH -- Ashtar/Ramtha
Clever discarnates have employed culture-appropriate
sophistry, masquerading as space aliens, in order to
"walk-in" to naive New Agers and channel(tm) their
pulp-fiction to those apparently incapable of rational
HAH -- Hypnotic Artifact
Amorous psychologists hide behind the apron of a
hypnotically inculcated space alien Weltanschauung to nail
their clients (i.e. "Look into my eyes ... you are on board
a UFO and I am a space alien, now bend over because here
comes my íprobe,í" etc.)
UFH -- Us from the Future
In the future, when we finally get around to inventing time
travel craft we come back to visit us now, proving once
again that yesterday will be EXACTLY the same as tomorrow
CSH -- Cough Syrup
So-called space alien abductions are merely vestigial
hallucinogenic artifacts; side-effects of dextromethorphan-induced
It is this latter hypothesis -- the
CSH -- with which we shall concern ourselves during the course
of this scholarly monograph.
Cough Syrup / Space Alien Connection
How is it that we initially embarked upon such obscure research? And
without the funding of
L. Rockefeller or
B. Bigelow, how could we
even think of pursuing such a monumental task as this? Well, it all
started with a rather nasty case of the flu, you see. That, and the
Helpful Aliens of the Third Plateau!
From the DxM FAQ we witness the following subspace briefing:
8.2.5 :: Contact with Alien and
Many people report contact with alien and spiritual beings,
deities, and free-floating consciousnesses during upper plateau
trips, notably during out-of-body experiences and the
dissociative spiral. It has been suggested by Jaynes (350),
Persinger (330-349), and others that these entities may be
fragments of oneís own subconscious mind that one is suddenly
perceiving consciously. Curiously enough, deities seem to be
more commonly female than male. I have no clue why this is the
There is also a more complex dissociative effect involving a
unique, consistent set of beliefs about, for lack of a better
term, an alien conspiracy; see Section 8.3 below.
8.3 :: Cosmic Coincidence Central and the Alien Conspiracy
Everyone take a deep breath, weíre about to jump off into
the deep end. Many people who have frequently used DXM or other
dissociatives [such as Terrence McKennaís beloved DMT -B:.B:.]
begin to develop consistent contact with "aliens" (with all due
skepticism, these are probably elements of oneís subconscious
mind that have taken on characteristics of independent
consciousness). Regardless of the cause, one particular subset
of these aliens seem to have surprisingly consistent behavior
and intentions. Here, basically, is the message that can be
pieced together from dissociative users.
There are numerous groups of entities or aliens, but two in
particular are relevant. One group, the "helpful aliens", are
attempting to guide humankind towards societal and spiritual
progress with the ultimate intention that we become so far
advanced that we can leave behind the earth (and possibly the
physical world), and join a vast, intergalactic federation of
other races. In order to keep us from blowing ourselves up or
slipping into societal chaos, these helpful aliens do what they
can to keep us on the right track.
However, there are limits, either by some sort of convention or
law, or by the nature of non-corporeal existence, to what these
aliens can do. For example, they probably canít show up in big
mother-ships and announce peace on earth; they canít suddenly
make all guns and bombs disappear. They seem to be able to
influence human progress only by means that appear as
coincidence, such as fortuitous events, sudden insights and
inspirations, luck, and that sort of thing. Some people have
suggested that these íhelpful aliensí are bending some sort of
"law" by helping us out, and they can only do it as long as it
canít be absolutely proven that they interfered with our
Then there are the "not-so-helpful aliens". Not necessarily
evil, but totally unconcerned with our race, and unconvinced
that we are worth the trouble of helping. Some would say that
they view us as we view ants, and would have no qualms about
exterminating us if they felt it wise to do so. They too are
restricted to operating primarily through coincidence.
Anyone who has studied the belief systems and religions of the
world will of course notice that these sets of aliens are
nothing new. They are also angels and devils, good and evil
spirits, and that sort of thing. There is a great deal of
correspondence with the Seelie and Unseelie court of the
So we are left once again with a part of human consciousness
that we donít understand, that is profoundly irrational, and
that keeps stubbornly making itself known regardless of how much
science and reason we try to cling to. A lot of people have
these experiences, on drugs or not (or maybe the ones who arenít
on drugs are connected to an "inner pharmacist" of sorts, the
secretion of chemicals like endopsychosin which mimic the
Some people have developed surprisingly complex theories about
these aliens and their goals and methods. Sometimes the aliens
give their names. One person was contacted by an alien named
Calsutmoran who said he was from "very far away" (pers. comm.),
and explained the Cosmic Coincidence Theory. What is surprising
is that someone else, who had never heard this story, also
reported contact with an alien of the exact same name.
In conclusion, while I donít necessarily think weíre pawns in
some weird game of the aliens or spirits, I do think thereís a
part of the human mind that we donít understand, that may be
receiving, and transmitting, information in ways we do not
recognize. This doesnít necessarily require any ESP or other
psychic powers; it could be as simple as gestures, tone of
voice, and other factors that we use in communication that we
are not directly aware of. I expect the next decade or two will
see some truly rigorous investigation of these topics, and I
eagerly await the results.
So we see that in the interstitial realm
of the otherwise elusive Cough Syrup Aliens, there exists the same
rather Manichean model of ideologies. We have the "helpful cough
syrup aliens" vs. the "not-so-helpful cough syrup aliens" just as
the magickal community has their Great White Brotherhood vs.
Black Lodge, the Judeo-Christian camp sports their God vs. Satan
model, the saucer nuts root for the Sirians and Pleiadeans to win
against the Reptoids and Draconians and the Hollow-Earthers cast
their lots with the Teros as opposed to the Deros.
Light vs. Darkness, Good vs. Evil, Service-to-Others vs. Service-
to-Self, Robitussin vs. Laudanum -- no matter the model, the same
Manichean dynamic seems to be at play, perhaps just as Thoth/Hermes
informed us was the case; "As above, so below."
What is DXM?
DXM in low doses is an effective cough suppressant. Iíve
used it many times (consistent with its labeling) when Iíve had
a bad cough. In higher doses, DXM can be a highly powerful
psychedelic drug. On lower recreational doses, itís great for
guided meditation or, possibly, a fun evening. In higher
recreational doses, it is a full blown psychedelic experience.
DXM is not a great party drug and is best, in my opinion, for
inward exploration. It lasts between 6-10 hours with a slight
hangover during the next day. Hangovers, though, are hit or
miss. Some people get them sometimes, some donít.
What will I experience?
After taking a typical 3rd plateau dose, one could
experience all, none, or some of the following:
A (sometimes unpleasant) feeling
of knowing oneís true self.
Possible recollections of
sweet/painful memories, feelings, etc. that one hasnít
remembered in years, possibly childhood memories. Though
they usually arenít specific (not one particular memory
could be exhibited), they are still powerful.
A true love for everything.
Empathy is a common DXM trait.
Strange things really seem to
make sense. Though most seem stupid, I am positive that they
are somehow connected to the sub-conscious. This is
comparable to a dream. Most dreams seem pointless and stupid
at face value, but all dreams hold symbols of the
Sometimes, EVERYTHING makes
sense. Connections can be seen throughout everything. If a
person remembers these connections after the trip, they will
make even greater connections when applied to everyday
Disoriented feelings of being
very small, surrounded by a huge world around you. This
world is an enhancement of the room/environment you are in.
feelings. Sound seems very strange. Some people think sounds
are remarkable on DXM (crystal clear, and very ambient),
others think sounds sound cheap and "plastic". Sounds can be
comparable to having ears all over the body, thus sound can
be heard from every part of the body and from every
Dilated pupils, the (in)famous
robo walk, the drippy feeling (feeling like you are a thick
fluid), and other typical DXM characteristics.
How is DXM measured?
The level of DXM is measured in milligrams (in physical
amount) and in plateaus. DXM is unique in that as the dosage
increases, the power of the drug does not increase drastically,
rather different things happen with different doses. With one
drug, as the dosage increases, the same things happen, yet they
are more and more powerful, this is not the case with DXM.
There are four major "plateaus," the 1st being the lowest in
dosage, and the 4th being the highest.
1st plateau (100-250mg):
Great for conversation, yet can be a powerful trip. It
all depends on the mindset. Usually one is very empathetic,
and has great insights to everything. Also, the physical
aspects (robo walk, the drippy feeling, etc) are present.
2nd plateau (250-450mg):
All the effects of the 1st plateau are present, with the
addition of more euphoria, a decreased sense of time and a
decreased sense of surroundings.
3rd plateau (450-800mg):
Many of the effects of the first two plateaus are
present, yet they seem to take on a totally different
"shape". This is hard to explain. Visual (closed-eye-visual,
mostly) hallucinations are present, mostly spirals, or
visions of fluid. Insights are extraordinary. One may tend
to shut him/herself away from other people in order to
explore themselves at this plateau. This is definitely not a
party plateau. Iíve found that this plateau could be some
sort of "transition" between the physical and the mental
that occurs on some sort of "highway". The spiraling shapes
and the fluid could be the highway that the transition is
made on. This is often comparable to space. While on this
highway, thoughts and feelings of oneís life will pop up.
General thinking becomes deeper and more enhanced.
4th plateau (800-1800mg):
The highway can be crossed at this plateau. What is on
the other side of the highway could be anything. Alien
encounters, out of body experiences, etc are not uncommon. I
donít have to mention that the 4th plateau is not for
beginners. Note that anything above 1200mg is really
dangerous and should not be done without close access to a
hospital and a smart trip-sitter. Actually, for all intents
and purposes, it shouldnít be done over 1000mg.
5th plateau (1800mg-???):
There have been some reports of a 5th plateau. They
include nothing of what is typically a DXM trip. It involves
profuse sweating, extreme nausea, and blackouts. After
effects can last up to 2 days afterwards. This is pretty
much a DXM OVER-overdose. Obviously, this is not fun. Iíve
only included it here because there is a distinct point
beyond the fourth plateau where all the fun effects of DXM
are replaced by negative effects. I call it "the point of no
return". Unless you want to go through a physical and mental
hell, donít try and hit this point.
Just as we have varying degrees of contact with the DXM-induced
"alternate reality," so the UFOlogical experience, under the
Scientific guidance of Project BlueBookís Dr. J. Allen Hynek cobbled
together a similar classification matrix.
Close Encounters of the first kind (CE1, CEI):
As first defined by Hynek, a CE1 is
an observation of a UFO within 150 yards.
An explanation written while on DXM (first plateau):
Dxm is a wierd thing. It occurs
in waves, much like everything in life. There are times
where I need to get up and do something, then there are
times where everything appears to be normal. Underneath all
that, there is a blanket of lucidity and wideness.
I was telling my friend the other day, while we were high on
a small dxm trip, that it was like taking normality and
pulling some of it out, like lets say normality is a stick.
You add some more normality to that stick of normality. The
thing is, this normality is a different, odd,
synthetic-almost, normality. That is a small scale dxm trip.
Itís taking normality and living on the edge of it and
staying there for a while.
Close Encounters of the second kind (CE2, CEII):
A UFO which leaves some form of physical evidence.
Example: A burn where the UFO appeared to touch the ground
or the finding of material of unknown makeup.
Close Encounters of the third kind (CE3, CEIII):
A visual sighting of an occupant or entity associated
with a UFO. An analysis by Hynek of 650 reports found only
1% to be CE3. These entities are sometimes called "UFOnauts."
As well as entities seen inside a craft, entities have been
described as sampling soil, rocks and plants or might
communicate with the witness. These witnesses are sometimes
referred to as contacteťs. As well as communication, the
witness may report that they were invited on board a craft
or even taken for a trip.
In similar fashion, we observe some fairly standard Third
Plateau phantasmagoria in the journal of the Swedish
researcher/experiencer Agaton Sachs XIII:
With my eyes closed, Iíd usually get either something
resembling computer generated repetitive patterns in 3
dimensions (like you can get quite easily from ketamine),
and sometimes Iíd feel like I levitated and as I did this, I
saw a blurry image of a globe disappearing in the distance,
and as I lost my concentration, Iíd slowly return by the
same path closer to the globe.
Another common visual effect would be the feeling of being
inside the movie tron (another effect more prominent from
ketamine), and seeing weird 3-dimensional stuff, almost like
inside the big alien mother-ship in independence day. Once I
also felt like I was floating above the water outside a big
city late at night, with lots of skyscrapers with small
lights in every window, which, however, seemed a bit
And report a more specific 3P experience in the following:
[While peaking] ... I instantly
fell into darkness, I felt like I was a spirit. I closed my
eyes, and it was like I was in space. All of the sudden it
felt like I left my body. Almost like some one had poured my
soul and spirit out of my body, because I knew that
something was missing. I was numb all over. I was my spirit.
I was flying around my mind. In a vast space. It was a very
enlightening. Almost like a spiritual experience. I felt
like I was one with every thing. Then soon after that, it
felt like I was just floating in space, and I was traveling
from one part of space to another in one second. I felt like
I was going at the speed of light, because I saw all these
little starts [sic] that where [sic] blurred when I moved in
this vast space. Like in Star Wars when they travel at the
speed of light all the stars stretch and so forth. Thatís
what I saw and it was truly [sic] amazing.
Astute observers may note additional similarities at this
point as well. Specifically, though there are exceptions to
every rule, there appears to be a common thread of marginal
literacy which insidiously weaves itís way through the
ostensibly disparate camps of both the space alien abduction
experiencers and the eager DXM enthusiasts.
Close Encounters of the fourth kind (CE4, CEIV):
An abduction of an individual by an alien being or race.
The most famous of these being the
abduction of Betty and
Barney Hill in September 1961. (Hynek included this case in
his CE3 category.) Although in recent years abductions have,
because of their spectacular nature, received a great deal
of publicity, they constitute only a small proportion of all
UFO reports, just as there are far fewer reports of 4th(+)
Plateau DXM experiences.
[Note: Like DXM experiences past the Third Plateau, this
area remains largely uncharted Scientifically, and is
therefore subject to such contaminants as experiencer
confabulation and "mythological overlay" -- a clearly
unScientific situation which arises when the Scientist
attempts to superimpose a schematic of his own cosmological
Weltanschauung upon the experiences of another (cf. Jacobs,
Boylan, Mack, Greer, etc.) It is for these reasons that the
Fourth(+) Plateau and CE4(+) experiences, which exceed the
constraints of the approved Scientific models of Dr. Hynek
and the eminent B.R. Human (et al), are subject to differing
classification criteria imposed by differing researchers,
and may therefore mean different things to different
A 4th plateau experience (pure DXM 850-900mg) by "Robofreak":
As an experienced dxm user, I decided to go onto another
level the other night. I sent away to this dude who sold me
5g. of dxm powder. I decided to take about 850-900mg. of
pure dxm to experience something more. Not that the normal,
lower doses werenít a great experience, but I really needed
a journey into myself, deeper into the realms of what is
It began with the normal feelings of being in an alian [sic]
world, all of the questions and answers swimming through my
brain. Then I saw the portal into the next world that had
all of the worlds inner workings floating in it. I entered
it with great expectations.
I must say, it wasnít like I was tripping, it was more like
my soul had left my body and was swimming through space. I
had no feeling of my body whatsoever. I had no recollection
of my current life, just what was before me. This feeling is
in no comparison to the effects of any drug I have taken.
I don't know if I could call this an out of body experience,
because it was nothing like the stories of this happening.
The body almost had no relevance at all to the experience.
It would take me all night to explain in detail what
happened to me, but it envolved [sic] visits to alien
cities, conversations with unknown beings, and self
exploration from all points of view.
Close Encounters of the fifth kind (CE5, CEV):
Sometimes used to represent a direct contact or
communication with an alien being or race. For example:
Billy Meier with the Pleiadians, U.S. Govt. with the Greys,
Other researchers have used this classification for strange
beings that have been reported, but without the obvious
presence of a ícraftí. These beings are generally seen in
the witnesses house at night. Their description is similar
to the beings seen associated with UFOs in abduction and
contactee cases. Sometimes they are called íbedroom
visitorsí, the same set of reports have been classified as
CE0 (zero) and CE9 by other groups of researchers.
Some DXM /
Space Alien Experiences
As further proof of the validity of the proposed CSH, we offer these
experiences which prove beyond any reasonable doubt that it is
unnecessary to employ Swannís
Remote Viewing, Puthoffís ZPE Antigrav
Propulsion, Greerís patented Koch/Kyborg Pyramidal Visualisation,
Boylanís HotTub Hypnosis or even Hubbardís Xenu Auditing
Technologies to invoke contact with the aliens. In fact, one need go
no further than the corner 7-11 to secure a reliable comm-link with
the space alien intelligences.
Initiation via The Rite
DXM -- Cord of Life
Hereís an account of my fourth DXM experience, the first I
tried that would correspond to the "4th plateau". The experience
itself happened several months ago, but I just wrote it up from
initial notes today.
1200 mg of DXM were ingested on an empty stomach in the form of
40 Drixoral gelcaps.
Waiting for the effects to take hold, I worked on some noise
compositions with my 4-track recorder. After about 45 minutes, I
felt nauseated and as though I had a fever. I no longer had the
ability or desire to concentrate on my compositions, so I set
the recorder aside and lay back on the bed.
The nausea and feelings of vague but potent physical discomfort
increased. I wondered if the dosage would be too much for me to
handle. Some ten minutes later, I stumbled drunkenly to the
bathroom and vomited. The discomfort vanished almost
immediately; I returned to bed, no longer afraid of being unable
to handle the experience.
I do not remember how long it took me to become almost fully
dissociated from my body, nor do I remember what happened during
the process. Soon, however, I found myself beholding fully
three-dimensional crystalline formations, the components of
which rotated slowly in synch with one another. Behind the
formations there seemed to be a void of infinite space, which
flashed strobe-like in brilliant colors.
As the formations rotated, they changed and evolved, always
producing beauty and symmetry with mathematical precision,
determinacy, and clarity. Only vaguely aware of my body, I felt
as though I was soaring through the patterns at unimaginable
speeds. Gradually, I moved through the crystalline formations:
they seemed to each contain the enormity of the universe itself.
My speed increased, as did the gradual loss of a sense of
identity. The patterns gave way to more abstract but no less
colorful patterns: wave upon wave of interference patterns,
cyclones of flashing colors and spirals that swallowed me. After
some time, the boundary between myself and the patterns
dissolved almost completely.
Now my being -- which was really a universal "we" as opposed to
an individual identity -- seemed to contract into a single point
then explode outward countless times, the infinity of space and
time and perception and being contained within each explosion.
"We" were the whole of the multidimensional universe collapsing
upon itself and exploding outward over eons of unimaginable
time, terrified, relentless, ecstatic. Once in awhile the
explosions resulted in vortices, through which something utterly
"alien" seemed to emerge.
I recall approaching and merging with these "alien beings"
several times, though I do not recall what happened during the
merge itself. One such being I recall only in association with a
sense of vastness and strange angularity, like a huge mountain
tapering to a perfect point.
Sometime later (I do not remember how long), a sense of identity
as well as an awareness of my body returned -- at first in brief
moments, then for longer episodes. During these moments, I asked
"who am I?" I received a flood of intuitive information, very
little of which I was able to comprehend rationally. The gist of
the matter, however, was that I was both an individual and the
whole of creation; both the creator and the created, and that
this is true for all beings.
Remembering that viewing my self and life from my first DXM
experience had been one of the most emotionally profound
experiences of my life, I attempted to do so again. Now I had a
vision of myself as a ribbon or cord wrapped around itself and
around other cords. The cords traced the history of my life, and
once again I felt an all-encompassing compassion and love for
that life, self, and everything within it. Again, I was aware of
the possibility of abandoning it and not returning to it, and it
struck me as the most precious of all things; I was even more
horrified at the thought of leaving it than I had been on the
To see if I could identify the "cord" of another -- for the
universe had become a network of these cords -- I "called" to my
friend Betty. I witnessed her cord and mine separating from a
common cord, then rejoining each other in a dance or braiding,
yet still retaining their separate identities.
This aspect of the experience was emotionally overwhelming in a
way that I really cannot convey; when I chose to end the
experience, I did so because I could no longer bear its sheer
I managed to open my eyes; the sunlight made the room appear
maddeningly bright. I could recognize few features: the room was
a patchwork collage of textures, shapes, and colors that were
sparkling, glittering, and pulsating.
When I closed my eyes, it seemed I still had them open and was
looking at the ceiling. I guarantee that I was not and to block
out the light, I placed my elbow over my eyes.
Now what looked as though it were the ceiling gently fell apart
into chunks of abstract shapes. The shapes "morphed" into other
ceilings of other rooms similar to my own. Just as each one
attained such a level of coherency and clarity that I felt I
would be able to stand up and walk around, the room would fall
apart then reform into another. One such room attained coherency
for longer than the rest; it was dimly lit, as though by candle
light, and it seemed to be some sort of basement. There were
three others in the room, watching me -- I wondered if I was
experiencing some sort of alternate self, who was also
experimenting with dissociative states, but in the presence of
others. In this room, I was able to sit up for a moment -- how
odd it was to sit up and look about me while still feeling the
weight of my elbow over my eyes.
Two times, perhaps more, the rooms transformed into seemingly
"alien universes". Once, I found myself beneath a tree of huge
orange flowers. Each blossom had a face; three of them were
watching me, remarking without speaking about what a ridiculous
sight I was. Another time, I was running through a labyrinth of
stones that were somehow plant-like and alive. I understood that
I was searching for God within the labyrinth; the labyrinth
seemed to reply that God could never be found within it, though
the path I took through the labyrinth in my search WAS God.
I still wondered, nonetheless, whether I could "call" some
representation of Divinity to my presence. The shapes formed an
angular and somewhat abstract illustration of a female,
crone-like face. The face, like the rooms, cycled relentlessly
from one form to another. I tried to speak to the face, but the
visions seemed too incoherent to produce a response -- though I
got the impression the incoherency itself was an aspect of my
After some time of this, I regained enough awareness of my body
to stay in the here-and-now for as long as I chose. I managed to
pick up and dial a phone to call my friend Li to come by or pick
me up -- I felt somewhat shell-shocked from this experience and
no longer wished to be alone.
DXM Religious Experiences:
Just as many space alien abductees report alleged
interactions with religious figures ("BVM," "The One," angels,
etc.), there is, of course, an analogue amongst the DXM
hobbyists. The following is an example of such an encounter.
DOSE : 25 Drixol Caps
Wednesday night I took a trip on the DXM express. I took
25 caps of Drixol "Cough" at 7:00 pm. It took a little over
an hour to hit.... in 2 hours I was flying. I did so many
things I cannot describe.
I saw God...
I went into this room. I was "told" that it was his "room".
I walked around a corner in the entrance... And He was
standing there. I was scared to death. He appeared 50ish.
with short dark hair (parted on his left.) He was not
handsome in any way. But He looked distinguished and very
confident, and gracious. He knew that I was scared to death.
He then held out his hand and shook my hand. He said "Hi ...
have a seat". We sat down and had some small talk. And then
I was lead away. He looked slightly Jewish. More like a
cross between my Father and a older Me. One thing I was made
aware of.... He had nothing to warn me about... nothing to
scold me about... and He was glad to see me. He seemed proud
of me... and He seemed very supportive.
I saw myself... I understood my personality.... It scared
the shit out of myself. Every layer of my mind was pealed
off... until my first (child) thoughts were left. I saw that
my current personality is basically just the way I hide my
Now when Iím flying through D space I feel pretty safe... In
fact Iím pretty cocky. Partially because of my mind
training... and partially because of by previous beliefs
about spirits. I may be temporarily scared.... but I know
Iíll be OK. Well I ran into this bald black guy. He was
living on this real cool platform that contained his living
quarters. There was no roof ... and no completely enclosed
rooms. But he appeared not only wealthy but powerful and
wise. He saw how cocky I was.... He challenged me: He said
"I know you are more powerful than me... But let me show you
what I know about you." Then He said, "Look into my eyes and
Iíll show you how weak you are." I looked into his eyes....
and I saw myself again. This time I saw what a small,
predictable, lazy, insignificant being I was. Then I backed
away from him. I didnít want to see any more. I was
humiliated. Then I knew.... even though I could kick his
ass... that He could hurt me in other ways. I understood
that I need to be a little more respectful toward those that
I meet in D space.
Several times my thoughts and beliefs were challenged. I was
amazed how scary this could be. It seemed that I felt
slightly detached from what was going on... I felt kinda
safe. Then... the trip seemed to start breaking rules...
instead of me watching or observing... the trip sucked me
into several realities that put be in threatening
situations... and they became more real... like I couldnít
tell what was real and what was a "vision". At one point I
would live a complete life or "life thread" in the course of
listening to one song. I could barely understand how to use
the remote for the stereo.
All of a sudden I needed to pee. I was tripping like a
son-of-a-bitch. I opened my eyes. .. and forced my feet down
on the floor. I focused and moved each limb separately. I
moved like a robot.... very stiff and deliberate. Iím not
kidding. I moved like a robot. I finally got my pee done...
and made it back to trip land.
The peak didnít last too long (it seemed.) I think this is
because I drank a quart of cranberry juice about 5 hours
before I took the D*M.
There was lots more. I bumped into a planet (or asteroid).
The entire universe reality was destroyed... and another one
took its place. I canít even describe all that I saw. Every
thing that I believed in was destroyed... What else can I
God bless, Good Luck.... and good night.
DXM Missing Time and Aliens
Posing as Friends or Relatives:
Again not to be outdone by the space aliens, the Clever
Cough Syrup Critters have their own banquet of bizarre effects
with which to aid in the consciousness unfoldment of the eager
Another DXM Experience
by Pneyz of Ganja Digest
I took 1200mg of DXM right after my family left for the
weekend. I then had to spend a good 10 minutes sitting by
the porcelain smoothness of my toilet with a hand covering
my gut and trying to suppress the urge to spew vomit onto
the bath rug. When I felt sufficiently stabilized, I
unplugged all the phones, clocks, and other noise-making
objects I could find. I did not want to be disturbed.
I was feeling very relaxed and groovy in record time.
However, Iím a very impatient person. I sat up suddenly
while a hand was flying away as a bird to escape a
snake/hand and struggled to find my stash of weed. I smoked
two bowls and a Dee Tee, and was so stoned I barely realized
that my time had come to embrace the entity known as
dextromethorphan. I had almost forgotten the rush I get when
the trip hits me. It does not come gradual to me. No. It
comes as a train of pure knowledge, slamming into me with
the force of a thousand synapses, crackling and firing and
threatening to overwhelm my sensorium. Then abruptly, it was
gone. I was rose tinted.
I also threw in a little Zen breathing exercise to quickly
dissociate me from my body. I love those Zen guys, they
invent the best stuff for stoners. I was concentrating on my
breath and had already lost all feeling in my body below the
nipples when I felt myself slipping away on a cloud of
almost vaginal pinkness. My body was carried by green angels
to a room where I was deposited on a rusty bed.
This was the sort of room that is featured in that wonderful
feat of cinemography íTrainspottingí. It radiated
degeneracy. I felt right at home and sat down on the bed
(hearing it creak in helpless opposition as I did so). Soon,
a triplet of people entered the room. Not through a door,
but they entered just as naturally as you or me. Never mind
the lack of entrances and exits. As I said, there were
three. My friends Dan, Bryan, and Al. Dan and Bryan were
there when I first dosed, and I had seen Al when I had my
bad trip. They were deeply connected to my DXM experiences,
and Bryan has magic powers, so I thought very little of
their strange appearance and the fact that they were
obviously fake, like those drawing you can get done in the
mall of you and a friend for $5.
They sat cross-legged on a three-legged table and stared at
me. I studied them happily, because I had the power to see
beneath the skin, beneath the muscles and organs down to the
very flow of electrical impulses that keep our fragile lives
going on. Then, Al spoke. He said he was in Arizona having a
damn good time racing dirt-bikes (I later found out that
this was where he was when I had this experience, but I
think he told me in advance). We all conversed back and
forth about stuff that seemed entirely logical at the time.
Then we reached one of those lulls in a conversation that
seems entirely natural, where you all are just thinking over
the othersí arguments. We were all standing around like that
when Bryan started to move.
Slowly and deliberately, he started crawling down the side
of the table like a spider. He reached the floor and started
moving in strange ways. I sat there, intently studying his
behavior, for future reference. For some reason, Dan then
pulled a bucket out ("One for vomitus" - Renton) and told me
to throw up in it. I did as he requested. The vomit process
was utterly painless. Leaving me was a cool stream of
mountain water, rushing through my chest cavity to fill me
with icy freshness before leaving me in a way that made my
chest feel like a load of bricks had been lifted. I looked
up, and they were all gone except for a ghost image of
Bryan, who flashed the 420 symbol as he vanished.
"Eyes Pop - Skin Explodes - Everybody Dead". Itís a song,
and itís what happened next. I started to bulge in weird
ways and lose bits and pieces of my body off into the
limitless space through which I was now traveling. It seemed
that my anatomy was setting out to disprove the fundamental
laws that govern the elasticity of objects. I was
stretching, but not in painful ways. My body had finally
decided that it was partial to a ellipsoid shape, when I
realized I was now traveling at a fair speed towards the
center of a mottled green torus. I passed through the donut
hole and fell out of the clouds onto earth.
I hit ground pretty hard. Hard enough that I could feel my
organs arranging into geometrical patterns. I woke up. Fast.
I came out of my bed and onto the floor in one fluid motion.
The goggles were thrown off and I crouched there, dripping
sweat and looking around with pupils the size of large
dinner plates. It only took me a minute to regain my
composure. I put on a robe and checked a clock in another
room. I had been out for 3 hours. It felt like a lot more,
but I wasnít surprised. By this time, I had regained control
of everything and was planning on just kicking back and
riding the crest of a massive DXM experience.
When my trip was over, I ate some Jalapeno bread, drank a
lot of orange juice, relieved my bladder, and fell into a
deep sleep. I woke up and inspected my room. Nothing was
broken, nothing was disturbed. There was not a huge puddle
of vomit on the floor as I had feared, leading me to believe
that I had a total dissociative experience. It was fun, and
it was very ... deep. Iím back on DXM now, and still loving
life, the world, women, and drugs.
Until next time, Jah Love.
DXM Shamanic "Crossing of the
A vivid trip involving
Well, I tripped this weekend and went too far even for me.
Psychoactives included approximately 360-400mg DXM HBr,
150-200ug LSD, regular use of fluoxetine (dosage not
recalled), cigarettes, and possibly a bit of leftover
harmaline from a previous nightís experiment. My body mass
It started with dinner at Z. and B.ís; B. made black bean
burritos and I ate two (mistake number one). Then we all
dropped; I took three hits, at Iím guesstimating 150-200ug
(these werenít particularly strong hits of acid). Then
shortly after I drank about one half of an 8oz bottle of
RoboMax (yes, I know I should really be extracting the
shit). This was a combination I had done before, at lower
levels, and I had been quite impressed with the results. I
also took a Coenzyme Q10 in an attempt to prevent any
metabolic insult to my posterior cingulate and retrosplenial
cortex, a matter about which I have recently become somewhat
paranoid as a result of Olneyís findings.
The first 30 minutes were uneventful. Alert came at maybe
35-40 minutes into the experience. I felt a slight stiffness
in my shoulders, or perhaps a need to move around. Within 15
minutes I started feeling gastrointestinal distress. I took
4mg loperamide, thanking the chemistry gods that it doesnít
cross the blood-brain barrier.
At about dose+1hour, I started feeling the DXM kick in. I
remember sitting in the bathroom, looking at the wooden
door. As I sat there without moving, the patterns in the
wood transformed into a fluid sculpture, then into a
waterfall and finally into an incredibly beautiful place,
with a waterfall, small rapids, delicate ferns and plants,
and life all around. At this moment I knew something
different would happen tonight.
For awhile after I honestly donít remember much (for reasons
that will become clear later). I started feeling a little
uneasy in the tummy, and tried more than once
(unsuccessfully) to go to the bathroom. I finally ended up
wandering outside ... and then I saw the moon.
The weather here occasionally takes on a particular form, in
which delicate, wispy, and probably low-lying clouds are
blown rapidly across the sky. In the night, under the full
moon, this took on the appearance of an Aurora Borealis.
Music was playing inside, and the rest of my companions were
for the most part inside playing with trip toys, but I had
come face to face with such incredible beauty that I could
do nothing but stare in rapture, weeping.
As I regained consciousness of my more ordinary
surroundings, I tried to smoke a cigarette. It tasted
terrible and I could *feel* the natural world around me,
almost as if it had a consciousness. It, or they, seemed
puzzled that I would waste my time (and life) on such a
boring and trivial drug, and I found myself having visions
of how tobacco was originally used (when fresh, it is a
strong hallucinogen and far too powerful of an experience to
I began to look around me. I felt suddenly shocked that with
such incredible beauty and energy around us, we as humans
choose to spend our time in sterile and unnatural
surroundings. It felt as if a black veil were dropping from
my soul, or perhaps as if an evil spell were being banished.
I could sense the life and joy around me in the trees, the
clouds, the skies, and even the stars. There was life all
around me, and I could suddenly see the pattern to it.
I realize now that this sounds hopelessly new-agey, but
unlike some I have never had the belief that nature and the
spiritual worlds are some safe, harmless playground and that
all entities (physical or not) are basically here to love
us. I began to realize that I as an individual, and we as
humans, are just one thread in a much larger fabric, and
that Nature (either as a collective or as her individual
parts) wouldnít shed a tear if I were to vanish from life
forever. Yet somehow that made me feel all the more
important, to be a part of some greater construct.
I began to wonder about the nature of consciousness. What if
what we regard as consciousness (perhaps awareness of
oneself and the ability to exert will to change oneself or
ones surroundings?) was a feature of many collective
entities, such as insect colonies, weather patterns, or even
the entire ecosystem? Or, perhaps what we *regard* as
conscious behavior is simply a result of a complex, chaotic
system which encodes (and "decides" based on) a great amount
of state information kept as a feature of the nonlinear
Perhaps we as humans were unique among animals in that we
truly did control our *own* destiny as individuals. Maybe
that was what the Fall of Man was all about -- we became
conscious as individuals, rather than our "consciousness"
(or more complex decision-making behaviors) residing in
collective myths (spirits and deities). And perhaps, in
these earlier times, our "higher" decision-making systems,
those that are now essential for consciousness, propagated
complex decision algorithms via song, myth, and shared
belief in gods.
But with a continuous interplay
between the decision system and the observer system,
consciousness became possible. Perhaps with this constant
interplay of awareness and observation, everyday life,
common aches and pains, boredom, depression, and ennui are
possible because we are constantly *aware* of them, i.e.,
they have constant emotional (or generally, internal state
state) significance. A fall from paradise indeed! Then
again, I had recently finished reading Jaynes, and was
looking for potential explanations for the transition from
bicameral to unicameral mind.
Chronology becomes difficult at this point. I remember
looking at my surroundings, lifting my point of view above,
and then seeing the entire scene in three dimensions. Three
dimensions then expanded into four, and the realm of history
and future stretched into a complex, four-dimensional
fabric. Different possible futures (and occasionally
different possible pasts) superimposed themselves like
ghost-images. The entire thing morphed into a tremendously
complex weaved fabric in state-space, each thread being a
sliver of consciousness or spirit, but more fluid.
The "threads" were like rivulets
of energy; they broke apart, combined, swirled around
chaotically. I felt as if I could reach down and pluck one
of the energy ribbons, move it out of place, but I saw in my
mind how shock waves would ripple out from the point of my
contact, and potentially have unforeseen consequences.
I became aware that all four of us were in our own ways
grasping this loom and changing the patterns around us. I
could hear Z. playing his guitar, I think (or maybe I just
imagined it). It seemed as if he were using this instrument
to make changes, both in us (and our consciousness) and in
his own reality (and, so it seemed, ours as well).
Anyway, by this time I had started to feel a great deal of
energy. The others came outside and Z. started to play his
flute (I think I have the chronology correct here). The
faint lights that were in the trees (which I have seen
before sober, although only out of the corner of my eyes)
started to grow in intensity. I noticed that the shadows
were starting to move, and at first I suspected that a car
was passing by (or a helicopter was flying overhead from the
hospital; it was a sufficiently windy night that I thought
someone might have run into a downed power line).
But I realized that the shadows
were changing too fast and too irregularly. As I looked into
the sky, I thought at first I saw meteors, and then for a
moment had a vague and somewhat paranoid thought that bits
and pieces of meteorite were falling from the sky. Then I
truly saw them, the dancing lights, some tiny and sparkly,
others like glowing, hazy balls of mist. They seemed to fly
in complex yet significant patterns, perhaps following the
contours of some imaginary clouds or field lines.
Then as I watched I heard them sing. They were singing to
me, to us, and I heard them calling to me. A door opened up
ahead of me -- not in real-space, but a spiritual door, one
that I could not assign an image to but was aware of
nonetheless. I reached forward for it with my mind and the
world was flooded with light.
I became aware of other entities with me. The world changed
and took on form, although I felt it was more for my benefit
than that of the entities with me. Strangely enough I
pictured myself in an ordinary-looking classroom, and the
entities had become professors and were telling me that I
was free to take the test if I liked, but that the price
would be dear if I failed.
Awareness of my surroundings returned suddenly and I felt a
gradual but steady buildup of energy. With it came a sudden
nausea, and I managed to make it to the sink before puking
my guts out. In my mind came the thought that there was a
*reason* people often puked on psychedelics (at least the
natural ones), and that somehow having food in oneís system
during this sort of experience was a bad idea. I still felt
bad for puking in B.ís sink though.
After puking my guts out I sat and felt miserable for a few
minutes in a fit of self-loathing. I felt terrible for
having taken essentially my own trip rather than
participating with my friends and my wife, all of whom I
love and care about deeply. I felt selfish, and yet I
remembered the dream Iíd had the night before where I was
told I was to learn an important lesson and that all would
be made clear to me. I donít often put stock in this sort of
thing, but I figured Iíd be better to say, what the hell,
Iíll try, rather than ignore a potentially useful message
from my subconscious (or wherever).
The energy buildup continued more quickly now. I felt that
the food had been holding me back somehow. My entire body
began to vibrate in a new way, not necessarily in any of the
three dimensions we are accustomed to. A part of it was
time-vibration (I felt as if I were vibrating forward and
back in time very slightly, so that the net effect was
alternating rapidly between sudden jumps forward in time and
pauses). And a part of it was something entirely different.
The vibrational states seemed quantized in that there were
sudden jumps from one frequency and mode to another, rather
than gradual transitions.
Eventually I noticed that I was twitching and then starting
to shake along with the music (didgeridoo). The entire world
was turning into pure light and color, and everything was
dissolving into increasing power. I saw again the entity (or
entities) I had seen before. They were gentle, like parents
almost, and they seemed to be telling me something fairly
complex. As near as I could tell, the message was that, if I
truly wanted to be able to grasp the fabric of reality
directly and learn how to shape it without unexpected
consequences, I must first learn how to let the energy flow
through me without it overloading me.
The energy suddenly turned up and I felt like I had just
plugged my spinal cord into a light socket. Every experience
became excruciatingly painful, all sensory input was maximal
in intensity. It was beautiful, profound, overwhelming, and
terrifying. I felt an increasing throbbing in my head and
increasing intestinal pain, and my skin felt like it was
being constantly shocked. I remembered then about the
potential for serotonin syndrome from this particular
combination (given the Prozac I was taking) and started to
become truly afraid.
The entities returned. I got another empathic message, that
if I expected to be Awakened Iíd have to risk my life to do
it, and I realized that perhaps Iíd gotten myself into more
than Iíd expected. Normally I do not have a great fear of
death, but somehow I felt like the penalty for failure
wouldnít be death per se, but something infinitely worse.
Brain damage sprang to mind.
I decided at this point I was ready for the trip to stop. I
couldnít take the amount of sensory input, my psyche was
overloaded, and while I felt I had come to some very
important point, I didnít think I was necessarily ready (or
that the Prozac was a good mixer in this cocktail). I took a
clonazepam, dreading the thought but nonetheless definitely
ready to finish the trip even if it meant slamming into a
wall. The entities told me that it wouldnít really help me
anyway, that the duration of the test was unimportant, but
by then Iíd already taken it.
The next hour or so (and it felt like twenty) was a constant
struggle to keep full control of my mind and soul. I felt
like I had to hold myself together by sheer force of will,
and I came in contact with countless hidden parts of myself,
little pieces of my character, soul, thoughts, and memories,
that Iíd never faced before. And suddenly I had to hold them
all together. I tried to make a very few simple changes to
the overall pattern, strengthening my will in particular
areas and perhaps hoping that out of this would come a new
ability to shape my own behaviour, but I wasnít hoping for
Gradually I regained control and the trip ended. Like Iíd
predicted, it was like slamming into a brick wall at
lightspeed. My soul felt ripped out of my body and shoved
into a hole, and the glorious energy and life drained out of
me. Looking back on it I wish I hadnít taken the benzo, but
I donít think I anyone was sober enough to be my spirit
guide at that moment and I wasnít very coherent either. The
rest of the night I struggled to stay awake, and began to
get confused as a result of the benzo, but I managed to hold
on to most of the bits and pieces. I still regret not having
been able to stay with my friends, though, and I think Iíd
have been better off to just drop acid and save the cocktail
for some other time when I was ready.
Looking back on it all, I have found that, if nothing else,
confronting death that directly has changed my outlook on
life. Although it is not terribly powerful yet, I have a
growing feeling that I can make changes in my life and in my
behavior that will last. In some ways itís like a part of
childhood is over.
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