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Changa Musings
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DetritusTheEgo
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I've got herbs to make my first changa blend and some interesting reading in the first couple pages alone. Making my way through still but thanks for documenting the musings.
Make sure you check out this thread as well.
All Things CHANGA: An Essential Guide
All Things CHANGA: An Essential Guide This is something that I’ve wanted to write up and detail for a while. My intent is to cover as many bases as possible and make this as comprehensive as possible for all those that are interested in developing a relationship with changa and for those that...
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DetritusTheEgo
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Aww teach, why are you assigning me more homework... 
Kidding of course, I will take a look at the ones that I have not. Your first link The Art of Changa, a guide to making the perfect blends. from olympus mon is an amazing read. I read the first few pages of that a month ago and is why I'm infusing IPA with lavender currently. Interested to play around with blends with and without infused scents. We are suggestible beings and I have always enjoyed how certain aromas can teleport you into the past, relax you, entice you, or revolt you. A pleasant aroma could do some wonderful things in that regard, even if I placebo it into existence by me believing it will.
Kidding of course, I will take a look at the ones that I have not. Your first link The Art of Changa, a guide to making the perfect blends. from olympus mon is an amazing read. I read the first few pages of that a month ago and is why I'm infusing IPA with lavender currently. Interested to play around with blends with and without infused scents. We are suggestible beings and I have always enjoyed how certain aromas can teleport you into the past, relax you, entice you, or revolt you. A pleasant aroma could do some wonderful things in that regard, even if I placebo it into existence by me believing it will.
I am on a search. A search for what my favorite blend actually is. I am almost at the bottom of the jar of my "favorite" blend now, which is mullein, blue lotus and passion flower. I don't think that I am really getting that much passion flower in my bowls, seeing as the passion flower I have worked with tends to be very very fine. It's unlikely there is much infusion into this fine material of DMT and harmalas. Being as fine as it is, it also tends to sit mostly at the bottom of the jar.
Being at the bottom of that jar, I chose to switch things up. There was an intuition and calling to do the same thing but to switch out the passion flower for skull cap. It's drying now.
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Being at the bottom of that jar, I chose to switch things up. There was an intuition and calling to do the same thing but to switch out the passion flower for skull cap. It's drying now.
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I've stumbled across something that I have really been enjoying lately, coupling two things that I love very much, and that I feel are very healthy: changa and yoga.
It's so pleasant to take a few hits, enter child's pose as I adjust to the level and intensity and begin flowing, feeling as though I am in two places at once, blissfully floating and flowing in them equally. With eyes closed, I am able to tap in proprioceptively with surprising precision given the fact that I am altered, but at the same time, this is indicative of a strong skillset that I am trying to acknowledge and trust.
If I ever go "too deep" to be able to flow, then I'll just lay down, but that has yet to happen. And I find myself very in touch with what I feel I have the capability to do as well as the edges and boundaries that I want to stretch and push, furthering growing into my practices.
I think the biggest thing for me though is how my body feels good in these moments. Because of certain physical health problems, many of my flows feel good, but also hurt a bit too, and that seems unavoidable to a large extent. But I don't feel any pain when I flow on changa. I'm psychologically and somatically connected and it feels so healing for lack of a better way of saying it. Movement and the magic of breath.
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It's so pleasant to take a few hits, enter child's pose as I adjust to the level and intensity and begin flowing, feeling as though I am in two places at once, blissfully floating and flowing in them equally. With eyes closed, I am able to tap in proprioceptively with surprising precision given the fact that I am altered, but at the same time, this is indicative of a strong skillset that I am trying to acknowledge and trust.
If I ever go "too deep" to be able to flow, then I'll just lay down, but that has yet to happen. And I find myself very in touch with what I feel I have the capability to do as well as the edges and boundaries that I want to stretch and push, furthering growing into my practices.
I think the biggest thing for me though is how my body feels good in these moments. Because of certain physical health problems, many of my flows feel good, but also hurt a bit too, and that seems unavoidable to a large extent. But I don't feel any pain when I flow on changa. I'm psychologically and somatically connected and it feels so healing for lack of a better way of saying it. Movement and the magic of breath.
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Changa yoga is the best. I've always found it super useful especially with music. I often lean into that yawn/stretching feeling and let my body move on its own and it always feels very rejuvenating and really calms the nerves
I am very pleased with this blend. It's been nothing but good so far, however, I still plan on playing around a bit, playing with other combinations. To be my favorite blend is a high standard to live up to. These batches are pretty much going through a heart weighing ceremony! No basic batch [sic] is going to apex of my list.
Awakening from a nap, I grabbed my new bong, and placed a humble amount of changa in the bowl while kneeling on my yoga mat. Pulling two times, I was where I wanted to be, closed my eyes, entered child's pose, and began to flow. I'm getting a little bit more brazen and feel I am ready to try some more advanced movements, within the bounds of safety of course.
After the flow was complete and I felt like I had landed, I sat with myself, realizing that I wanted to go back. With the sacred jar nearby, with Desert Dwellers playing in the background, I packed a little more than I had for the first bowl. I pulled. Then I pulled again. I wanted to go for one more, but there was some nausea and stomach discomfort that had already been present, and was making itself more pronounced. Setting the bong down, I prostrated myself, laying my forehead to the ground and moving through the subtle space that I was in. There was some work here, such that as I was landing after sitting up, the urge to purge re-arose in my stomach, chest, and throat.
The work was interesting, being tangentially related to aspects of a discussion with @Varallo @Here&Now , and @northape . Succinctly, I began worrying again about my psychedelic use... contemplating if I needed a break, and this stemmed from worries about my memory, which I've already gone over is more connected to systemic issues relating to my nervous system. My purge, was a purge of the worry. Like I mentioned in another thread, I don't have some external metric for me to gauge myself with or on relative to my use, so I inherently worry about it. There's nothing for me to lean on aside from myself, my critical thought and reflection, and my scruples.
That said, I am good. One way in which I see that is in expressing myself here and now, in a manner that simply is flowing from my mind, through my fingers, onto the keyboard and presented on the screen. Many of my posts over the past couple years take me longer than I would like them to. It's also easier to text... this is telling. Like I said in yet some other thread, checking in with myself, if some people need certain types of meds regularly for their mental health, then I don't see a problem with what I am doing, especially if I am only getting and doing better and not seeing any diminishing returns.
I'm built for this.
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Awakening from a nap, I grabbed my new bong, and placed a humble amount of changa in the bowl while kneeling on my yoga mat. Pulling two times, I was where I wanted to be, closed my eyes, entered child's pose, and began to flow. I'm getting a little bit more brazen and feel I am ready to try some more advanced movements, within the bounds of safety of course.
After the flow was complete and I felt like I had landed, I sat with myself, realizing that I wanted to go back. With the sacred jar nearby, with Desert Dwellers playing in the background, I packed a little more than I had for the first bowl. I pulled. Then I pulled again. I wanted to go for one more, but there was some nausea and stomach discomfort that had already been present, and was making itself more pronounced. Setting the bong down, I prostrated myself, laying my forehead to the ground and moving through the subtle space that I was in. There was some work here, such that as I was landing after sitting up, the urge to purge re-arose in my stomach, chest, and throat.
The work was interesting, being tangentially related to aspects of a discussion with @Varallo @Here&Now , and @northape . Succinctly, I began worrying again about my psychedelic use...
contemplating if I needed a break, and this stemmed from worries about my memory, which I've already gone over is more connected to systemic issues relating to my nervous system. My purge, was a purge of the worry. Like I mentioned in another thread, I don't have some external metric for me to gauge myself with or on relative to my use, so I inherently worry about it. There's nothing for me to lean on aside from myself, my critical thought and reflection, and my scruples.That said, I am good. One way in which I see that is in expressing myself here and now, in a manner that simply is flowing from my mind, through my fingers, onto the keyboard and presented on the screen. Many of my posts over the past couple years take me longer than I would like them to. It's also easier to text... this is telling. Like I said in yet some other thread, checking in with myself, if some people need certain types of meds regularly for their mental health, then I don't see a problem with what I am doing, especially if I am only getting and doing better and not seeing any diminishing returns.
I'm built for this.
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Here&Now
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And the saga continues... (I really liked it when @northape said this recently, and I am nuts and on a roll, so we'll let it be a theme).
Remember how I said that typically a burnt bowl of changa isn't usually that potent because some/most of the DMT has already been vaporized? Well, if you didn't that's okay because I did, and I brought that idea with me into my yoga flow, that wasn't as much of a flow as it was me, again, prostrated with my head to the floor.
I took my hit, a nice big one, holding it for a 19 count and keeping my eyes open all the while, watching as the hairs on my legs first became more pronounced and then started to flux and sway, as well as the patterns on my yoga towel becoming more animated and alive. I didn't expect to see anything, but there was simply, energetic movement, for lack of a better way of saying it, roiling and moving me from behind my eyelids. It was a little overwhelming to come onto my hands and knees in tabletop position, as I left my curtain open, allowing the sunlight to enter my room. The shift if the lighting, with eyes still closed, was stark and dynamic, with new and novel patterns emerging as I got a slight flow in, bearing the intensity and the greater sensory input. I flowed.
Then I put my head back down on the mat, receiving the lesson to close my curtain next time.
Amidst my troublemaking, I forgot that I took my microdose, which became more pronounced and likely made the experience last longer. It really held on to me. Part of me intuitively wonders how much of my expanded duration is connected to the amythest cluster that I picked up and have been working with, obviously and subtly, since about September.
During the likely time that the microdose decided to join the foray, thoughts of "should I be doing this" came back, and they were just fumes from my response to the intensity. I'm prone to strong internal responses.
Then the work came, and I'm going to be a little cryptic about it so as to not air my dirty laundry. But there is a topic or rather a relationship, that is not perfect, and I've spent so many journeys working through tough aspects of. That came up again, and it's always tough because everything is magnified, and often part of me doesn't want to be dealing with it in the space, preferring to interact with other things and topics. However, I can't/don't hide from much and so had to just work it, and in doing so came back to a place that was aligned and centered in self.
That was the lesson: Do what you can, when you can, as often as you can, to stay centered in self. Things go well when this alignment is in place.
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Remember how I said that typically a burnt bowl of changa isn't usually that potent because some/most of the DMT has already been vaporized? Well, if you didn't that's okay because I did, and I brought that idea with me into my yoga flow, that wasn't as much of a flow as it was me, again, prostrated with my head to the floor.
I took my hit, a nice big one, holding it for a 19 count and keeping my eyes open all the while, watching as the hairs on my legs first became more pronounced and then started to flux and sway, as well as the patterns on my yoga towel becoming more animated and alive. I didn't expect to see anything, but there was simply, energetic movement, for lack of a better way of saying it, roiling and moving me from behind my eyelids. It was a little overwhelming to come onto my hands and knees in tabletop position, as I left my curtain open, allowing the sunlight to enter my room. The shift if the lighting, with eyes still closed, was stark and dynamic, with new and novel patterns emerging as I got a slight flow in, bearing the intensity and the greater sensory input. I flowed.
Then I put my head back down on the mat, receiving the lesson to close my curtain next time.
Amidst my troublemaking, I forgot that I took my microdose, which became more pronounced and likely made the experience last longer. It really held on to me. Part of me intuitively wonders how much of my expanded duration is connected to the amythest cluster that I picked up and have been working with, obviously and subtly, since about September.
During the likely time that the microdose decided to join the foray, thoughts of "should I be doing this" came back, and they were just fumes from my response to the intensity. I'm prone to strong internal responses.
Then the work came, and I'm going to be a little cryptic about it so as to not air my dirty laundry. But there is a topic or rather a relationship, that is not perfect, and I've spent so many journeys working through tough aspects of. That came up again, and it's always tough because everything is magnified, and often part of me doesn't want to be dealing with it in the space, preferring to interact with other things and topics. However, I can't/don't hide from much and so had to just work it, and in doing so came back to a place that was aligned and centered in self.
That was the lesson: Do what you can, when you can, as often as you can, to stay centered in self. Things go well when this alignment is in place.
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yatyas314
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I really like this Void.
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