I was really hoping that I'd be able to get myself deeper for my birthday.
Gained some confidence with a deep experience several days ago.
The one several days ago happened after immediately waking up from a nap. I woke up, grabbed the changa bowl, stated my mantras, and just took a hit. I didn't think much about it.
This morning, I added the invocation and also turned on the light bar. I love the color purple on DMT.
The come up was intense this time. Granted I felt a little tense myself. But I was nevertheless determined, reminding myself of the following mantras throughout: Commit, surrender, let it go, be, unlock, transmute.
I found myself confronting my own death and mortality, but without any sense of finality to it, more so some mysterious continuation. The permanent ephemeral paradox. What's next is like life, and only brief in the context of infinity. But then becomes neither brief nor long. It's change. Always changing and in that way remaining unchanged...
There was this complex articulating apparatus before during this part of the experience and reflection. But otherwise, the visuals in this one were in the category of ineffable. It's hard to even remember this one. I just remember the unceasing intensity, and reflecting on how I was handling it.
Towards the end it became somatic, with discharges appearing as shaking, then tremors, then convulsing, accompanied by guttural alien utterances. It was heavy, breathing through it.
As for the utterances, this has been happening more lately. They feel automatic. They also feel externally introduced. Interesting to note.
Last thing to mention, the bowl of changa was the rest of a particular batch. I neglected to consider what this usually means; a more potent bowl. This has been my experience in the past when coming toward the end of a changa batch, as though the smaller matter has more DMT not only infused into it but also simply stuck to it.
Thank you for reading.
One love
Gained some confidence with a deep experience several days ago.
The one several days ago happened after immediately waking up from a nap. I woke up, grabbed the changa bowl, stated my mantras, and just took a hit. I didn't think much about it.
This morning, I added the invocation and also turned on the light bar. I love the color purple on DMT.
The come up was intense this time. Granted I felt a little tense myself. But I was nevertheless determined, reminding myself of the following mantras throughout: Commit, surrender, let it go, be, unlock, transmute.
I found myself confronting my own death and mortality, but without any sense of finality to it, more so some mysterious continuation. The permanent ephemeral paradox. What's next is like life, and only brief in the context of infinity. But then becomes neither brief nor long. It's change. Always changing and in that way remaining unchanged...
There was this complex articulating apparatus before during this part of the experience and reflection. But otherwise, the visuals in this one were in the category of ineffable. It's hard to even remember this one. I just remember the unceasing intensity, and reflecting on how I was handling it.
Towards the end it became somatic, with discharges appearing as shaking, then tremors, then convulsing, accompanied by guttural alien utterances. It was heavy, breathing through it.
As for the utterances, this has been happening more lately. They feel automatic. They also feel externally introduced. Interesting to note.
Last thing to mention, the bowl of changa was the rest of a particular batch. I neglected to consider what this usually means; a more potent bowl. This has been my experience in the past when coming toward the end of a changa batch, as though the smaller matter has more DMT not only infused into it but also simply stuck to it.
Thank you for reading.
One love
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