Gifts from the Elves...Temporary or permanent?

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I pulled a full hit, held for 10 seconds, blew it out fast, then quickly a second full hit and could only hold for like 5 seconds, then the third hit about halfway through I fell out. ( I understand now why my trip mentor insisted he hold the pipe. lol.

The first major part was the chrysanthemum (pineal like recursive string or fractal of a triangle with the all seeing eye in the middle swirling thousands of them into a maelstrom to the center as I pulled in) While being pulled I heard the higher pitches raising in pitch sound building and as I punctured through the center of the fractal I heard the cellophane crumpling sound crackling and went through the pressure room. I was quickly pulled out of that room and forced through a little wormhole kind of like in "contact" or "stargate" or whatever. It deposited me into what I now know is called the "playpen" Where all these little crystalline and cybernetically circuit board stamped elf-like creatures started clapping and shouting a welcome-type "weeeyaaah" noise. One of them seemed to be the ambassador or something that was to speak to me on their behalf. I noticed right away that stuck his head into my own oversized head and after peering around which seemed like he was searching an old closet for something ...Throwing things of no interest over his shoulder almost until he noticed some things he wanted.

I am an underground hip-hop emcee and I have an extremely technical style using advanced rhyme schemes, metaphor, wordplay with triple meaning punchlines and whatnot so he immediately found them interesting. The patterns I guess were of interest and he wanted 2 in particular. A 14 syllable stacked rhyme scheme and a 64 bar verse called "The divine Ennead of the Heliopolis" ...It's the story of the gods of Egyptology and what they mean in metaphor and possible tru historical meaning. At that point a few of them started singing matter into existence manifesting as crystal sphere-like artifacts with code in them. The code was in characters I've never seen before and they went so fast I couldn't understand them. They kept telling me to watch and stop worrying as I was fucking flippin out at all this and the landscape. Then the ambassador one told me to make one myself but I was so astonished I couldn't even think of what to do so he kind of had a "Pff, fine, I'll do it myself!" attitude.

The metallic guitar stringed low octave plucking sounds they made were unintelligible as a language but I could get a quick "look! , over here!... Do this! Stop bugging!" kind of message but that's it mainly except for after the ambassador one made 2 artifacts for me. I got the feeling that he felt he needed to give me something in return for what he took from me ( the 2 rhymes) and under some sort of cosmic code of rules he was obligated to give me something in return. After he made the 2 artifacts he cupped them in each hand and forced them through my ears and into my brain finally settling in the center where what I think is my pineal gland and it felt like it was on fire. I wanted to ask what happened when I was being pulled back out of my trip and they quickly waved by and he told me I "needed to come back as fast as possible!" It was imperative and I felt as though we had unfinished business.