So I was around at my friends place and he had kindly left me a big hit of Spice. I trusted he knew his dossing so I mixed the whole lot with some dried Mint leaves that I brought with me to take the edge off. I set up two bean bags in the back yard and put some headphones in playing Shpongle - Juggling Molicules. I took as big a hit as my lungs would take, about 70% of the pack, I went back for hit #2 but before the I could bring it up to my lips..... BOOOOOOOOOOOOM. BLAST OFF.
A beautiful wobbly chrysanthemum gave way and my mind, body and consciousness merged into the oneness. I was in the middle of a galaxy having all the data of my being filed through by a massive green, geometric, omniscient and highly organised reptilian Alien Accountant. He was aware of me but completely ambivalent to my presence he was working at the speed of light and was paying very very close attention to the details of the data he was processing. I could feel him filing through but was reassured telepathically that it would all go back in the way it came out. I was terrified and awestruck but not in an unpleasant way.
The next thing I can remember I was in the typical DMT colourscale room with a jovial, teasing, humorous and fun loving Jester bouncing around, doing somersaults and self replicating into a million different coloured Jesters. I knew somehow this was a trick and there was only one Jester entity and he was having a lot of fun showing me his tricks. He then started placing incredible geometric objects in front of me that would also self replicate and rearrange at a startling pace. Then he started running with me hurtling into the singularity at the end of the room/tunnel that had been created by all the blending of all the left over replicant Jesters and wonder box objects that he had laid out for me.
That is all I can really remember. When I came too, I was taking big deep breaths in and out through my nose. I was shaking and overwhelmed. I really enjoyed letting go into the chaotic perfection but it was also astonishing and terrifying.
I had never previously heard about the DMT Jester so I assumed this was one of what T.McKenna called "self replicating machine elves", however upon further reading on the DMT Nexus forum and hearing Joe Rogan talk about him, he seems to be a singular trickster entity rather than part and parcel with McKennas elves or tykes. I feel like he represents the deep rooted trickster archetype in our collective unconscious. He provides a level of comedic relief and ridiculousness to what otherwise feels like quite a serious spiritual en-devour. He tests the observers ability to make light of a limitless plunge into the plumbing of ones own consciousness. I picture him saying "glad you came fucker, lets go bog-wash Jesus, prod Buddha while he meditates , kick machine elves around like footballs and wedgie those boring alien accountants before you have to leave. Woop woop woop"
The Alien accountant on the other hand.... That is harder to describe away by any collective archetype I know of. Has anyone had a similar experience with an entity like that? Happy to try and provide more detail.