Eden
Rising Star
I would usually never post a trip report, as the lessons are usually very personal, but I feel this experience has benefit in sharing.
This past weekend I attended an annual music festival nearby where I live. I planned on obtaining some lsd, as my supply had been depleted a couple months ago. Lsd was my introduction into psychoactives and I was very much missing its presence. The event was unbelievably dry and I ran into far more seekers than sellers. Late Saturday night I finally found a seller…he seemed a bit nervous but the blotters looked good and I was finding myself quite desperate.
Two hours later, I realize the tabs are not active whatsoever. Trying to conquer my disappointment, I realize this will be another sober night. Friends are recommending I roll, but I have had a decent amount of MAOIs in my system for the past week and the prospect is really not too attractive. Through meditation and guided thinking, I was able to achieve a low dose lsd mindset…no visuals…but I am definitely feeling the powers of placebo. I decide to simply treat my misfortune as an indication to stick to the substances I make with my own hands…something I have felt led towards for a while now.
Sunday morning I wake up for another beautiful sunrise on the fog covered lake with a full bowl of changa prepared. I somehow take the entire cone in one hit (I have never done this) and am transported to a scene of immense disapproval. What I can only describe as a multitude of entities has come to greet my arrival…but non seem happy to see me. An immense wall of appendages is trembling, angrily pointing back towards where I entered. "Not like this. You must leave now. You will find nothing here."
I realize I have subconsciously treated this voyage as a bandaid for my lack of an experience the night before. I am still disappointed and I have not truly let go of the anger that I now feel weighing me down, crushing me. This knowledge hits me full force and the truth of the heresy of my intentions knocks me lower than I have ever been.
I beg for forgiveness… "never again…please, I promise…never again…help me…this anger is destroying me." And just like that, I am liberated…elevated from my personal hell into a heaven of weightless bliss. I am then told I am being rewarded for my decision to stay sober the night before instead of mindlessly turning to other drugs. They hope I will learn…my actions have very substantial consequences…ones I can see and other I will never know or understand. They are happy I did not try to peddle the remainder of the bunk blotters…that I am starting to see the effects of an internal system of karma in my life.
I felt I was in this heaven for an extremely long time…simply enjoying the purity and warmth of our combined presences. When it was time to go, I was again warned. "You promised rightly. Never again. This power is beyond anything you will ever be able grasp. The depth of this place is limitless. This is the replacement for no other substance. You must remember the respect it deserves."
The respect it deserves. I don't even know where to begin. DMT is something special…calling it the spirit molecule is no exaggeration. This is the key to a bottomless rabbit hole. The honor of our ability to access this place is mind-blowing.
This past weekend I attended an annual music festival nearby where I live. I planned on obtaining some lsd, as my supply had been depleted a couple months ago. Lsd was my introduction into psychoactives and I was very much missing its presence. The event was unbelievably dry and I ran into far more seekers than sellers. Late Saturday night I finally found a seller…he seemed a bit nervous but the blotters looked good and I was finding myself quite desperate.
Two hours later, I realize the tabs are not active whatsoever. Trying to conquer my disappointment, I realize this will be another sober night. Friends are recommending I roll, but I have had a decent amount of MAOIs in my system for the past week and the prospect is really not too attractive. Through meditation and guided thinking, I was able to achieve a low dose lsd mindset…no visuals…but I am definitely feeling the powers of placebo. I decide to simply treat my misfortune as an indication to stick to the substances I make with my own hands…something I have felt led towards for a while now.
Sunday morning I wake up for another beautiful sunrise on the fog covered lake with a full bowl of changa prepared. I somehow take the entire cone in one hit (I have never done this) and am transported to a scene of immense disapproval. What I can only describe as a multitude of entities has come to greet my arrival…but non seem happy to see me. An immense wall of appendages is trembling, angrily pointing back towards where I entered. "Not like this. You must leave now. You will find nothing here."
I realize I have subconsciously treated this voyage as a bandaid for my lack of an experience the night before. I am still disappointed and I have not truly let go of the anger that I now feel weighing me down, crushing me. This knowledge hits me full force and the truth of the heresy of my intentions knocks me lower than I have ever been.
I beg for forgiveness… "never again…please, I promise…never again…help me…this anger is destroying me." And just like that, I am liberated…elevated from my personal hell into a heaven of weightless bliss. I am then told I am being rewarded for my decision to stay sober the night before instead of mindlessly turning to other drugs. They hope I will learn…my actions have very substantial consequences…ones I can see and other I will never know or understand. They are happy I did not try to peddle the remainder of the bunk blotters…that I am starting to see the effects of an internal system of karma in my life.
I felt I was in this heaven for an extremely long time…simply enjoying the purity and warmth of our combined presences. When it was time to go, I was again warned. "You promised rightly. Never again. This power is beyond anything you will ever be able grasp. The depth of this place is limitless. This is the replacement for no other substance. You must remember the respect it deserves."
The respect it deserves. I don't even know where to begin. DMT is something special…calling it the spirit molecule is no exaggeration. This is the key to a bottomless rabbit hole. The honor of our ability to access this place is mind-blowing.
