Dmt and the Dark Arts - A story of a young pschonaut, a Female Wizard and her cast of spells.
Last night I was at a Bush Doof and had ingested some MDMA and Ketmaine. My mind was still, and i felt like i was in a fairly nice place, so i decided to move off from the main dance floor and found a magical tent which was lit with rainbow lights, spinning around angelically as these beings dressed in colours of all sorts, crazy wizard hats, staffs and capes, sat on a blown up bed, bouncing, laughing and cuddling under blankets. It drew me in, these beings looked to be so magical and informed. So happy, so energetic, so… enticing!
I sat with them and begun to make myself feel comfortable, joining in on some of the intimacy that they shared, they offered me some weed, and I wasn't going to deny, this made me feel encompassed by a giving nature, and felt i too could provide them with an experience. I decided to roll a changa doobie.
As we sat together, i began to roll the changa doobie with the Wizard Lady. She'd had acid and coke and was extremely bubbly and playful. She helped me scoop the sacred molecule into the paper, and roll it into a beautiful joint. I did the honours and lit it up. I took several deep puffs and then lay back on her stomach, as she began to smoke and share the joint around. I looked into the depths of the tent and saw wonderful crystallised balls forming in mid air, illuminating in golden colours indescribable to the naked eye. They came into existence, spun through the air emitting a frequency of love and compassion and then dissolved back into the nothingness. I was intoxicated with this deep inner stillness, time seemed to have ceased, it was purely this moment, filled with colours of love.
The joint returned to me, i took several more deep breathes and again lay down on this girls stomach. This time i realised she begun to play with my hair. It didnt bother me at the start, but then it started to feel like a dark claw was trying to enmesh itself into my skull. I started to use my conscious attention to dissolve the darkness, but it felt like i was under attack. So i moved and asked her what she was doing. She replied "come back, I'm writing something on the back of your head." To this, I was a little shocked, writing something on the back of my head? I wonder what? Why did it feel like a darkness was trying to overrun my being. I got up and stood for a while, i could feel this dark presence on the back of my being, but there was still a deep inner stillness which i attempt to fall back into, however, this presence would not leave my mind. I knew something was wrong. I went to my car and got some San Pedro, a wood used to clear negative energies and begun to burn it around my aura, i then began to command this being to leave my presence as i used my hand and began to wipe at my skull, sending the intention of Universal love and compassion to ward off all dark presences. I then saw this dark claw slowly recoil and this hellish looking writing begin to dissolve in light. I'm not sure what the words said… they were scribbly in nature, coloured by a whitish red with flames.
After that, i walked around the campsite a bit confused as to what just went on. I was still extremely disassociated with my environment, with no understanding of what the difference was between a tree and the music playing at a distance. So i walked in a strange state of confusion and content, not having any direction, just simply stumbling through the dark forest without any direct path. I then went back to the dance floor and, intrigued by what just happened, begun to observe the people i'd just shared the changa with. To my shock, i saw them performing strange energy like magic. They would dance with staffs and build up these big whirls of energy and then send them over the entire dance floor. They would dance and create energy balls and then direct them towards people. It was as if they would use the power of their mind to create energy, and then give that to other beings… But it didnt feel right, these other people didnt give them permission to give them energy, so it felt like they were breaking the laws of the Universe.
One of them came up to me and i gave him a hug. He left his hand on my back for a while, then, suddenly, squeezed my spine with his fingernails. I felt a shock run up through my back, and felt like something had been ripped from my spine. Again, i used the San Pedro, universal love and awareness to fill the hole he had attempted to rip out of my Being. I was stunned by this strange thing he'd just done. Curious, i begun to watch him as he went around the dance floor, he'd hug people, and then leave his hand on their back as he'd speak to them, completely engaged in the conversation, locking eyes. Then, he'd turn his head away and boom, he'd squeeze the persons back with his nails. I saw him do this to another two people. I almost felt compelled to say to him that he shouldn't be squeezing peoples spines as its dangerous for their Kundalini, but felt it wasn't my place, so decided to just enter a spaciousness within myself of observation, without any judgement, just pure compassion as i watched these intriguing Beings performing magic of some Sorts.
Today, i still feel a little bit of the residue of the writing in the back of my skull and the claw which was dug into my spine. It feels a little dark and heavy, but I'm clearing them with awareness and patience, I may have to go see a Reiki healer whom can help clear these dark patches which seem to be located in my Auric field. However, this was an amazing experience to have, and i wouldn't take it back for the world, for i feel i've learnt a great deal about DMT, the powers of the Mind, the reality of energy and intention and ultimately, to be very mindful with whom i choose to share my DMT experiences with.
So i ask you, what sort of experiences have you guys had with the Dark Arts or Energetic Magic in general, what are your thoughts?
Last night I was at a Bush Doof and had ingested some MDMA and Ketmaine. My mind was still, and i felt like i was in a fairly nice place, so i decided to move off from the main dance floor and found a magical tent which was lit with rainbow lights, spinning around angelically as these beings dressed in colours of all sorts, crazy wizard hats, staffs and capes, sat on a blown up bed, bouncing, laughing and cuddling under blankets. It drew me in, these beings looked to be so magical and informed. So happy, so energetic, so… enticing!
I sat with them and begun to make myself feel comfortable, joining in on some of the intimacy that they shared, they offered me some weed, and I wasn't going to deny, this made me feel encompassed by a giving nature, and felt i too could provide them with an experience. I decided to roll a changa doobie.
As we sat together, i began to roll the changa doobie with the Wizard Lady. She'd had acid and coke and was extremely bubbly and playful. She helped me scoop the sacred molecule into the paper, and roll it into a beautiful joint. I did the honours and lit it up. I took several deep puffs and then lay back on her stomach, as she began to smoke and share the joint around. I looked into the depths of the tent and saw wonderful crystallised balls forming in mid air, illuminating in golden colours indescribable to the naked eye. They came into existence, spun through the air emitting a frequency of love and compassion and then dissolved back into the nothingness. I was intoxicated with this deep inner stillness, time seemed to have ceased, it was purely this moment, filled with colours of love.
The joint returned to me, i took several more deep breathes and again lay down on this girls stomach. This time i realised she begun to play with my hair. It didnt bother me at the start, but then it started to feel like a dark claw was trying to enmesh itself into my skull. I started to use my conscious attention to dissolve the darkness, but it felt like i was under attack. So i moved and asked her what she was doing. She replied "come back, I'm writing something on the back of your head." To this, I was a little shocked, writing something on the back of my head? I wonder what? Why did it feel like a darkness was trying to overrun my being. I got up and stood for a while, i could feel this dark presence on the back of my being, but there was still a deep inner stillness which i attempt to fall back into, however, this presence would not leave my mind. I knew something was wrong. I went to my car and got some San Pedro, a wood used to clear negative energies and begun to burn it around my aura, i then began to command this being to leave my presence as i used my hand and began to wipe at my skull, sending the intention of Universal love and compassion to ward off all dark presences. I then saw this dark claw slowly recoil and this hellish looking writing begin to dissolve in light. I'm not sure what the words said… they were scribbly in nature, coloured by a whitish red with flames.
After that, i walked around the campsite a bit confused as to what just went on. I was still extremely disassociated with my environment, with no understanding of what the difference was between a tree and the music playing at a distance. So i walked in a strange state of confusion and content, not having any direction, just simply stumbling through the dark forest without any direct path. I then went back to the dance floor and, intrigued by what just happened, begun to observe the people i'd just shared the changa with. To my shock, i saw them performing strange energy like magic. They would dance with staffs and build up these big whirls of energy and then send them over the entire dance floor. They would dance and create energy balls and then direct them towards people. It was as if they would use the power of their mind to create energy, and then give that to other beings… But it didnt feel right, these other people didnt give them permission to give them energy, so it felt like they were breaking the laws of the Universe.
One of them came up to me and i gave him a hug. He left his hand on my back for a while, then, suddenly, squeezed my spine with his fingernails. I felt a shock run up through my back, and felt like something had been ripped from my spine. Again, i used the San Pedro, universal love and awareness to fill the hole he had attempted to rip out of my Being. I was stunned by this strange thing he'd just done. Curious, i begun to watch him as he went around the dance floor, he'd hug people, and then leave his hand on their back as he'd speak to them, completely engaged in the conversation, locking eyes. Then, he'd turn his head away and boom, he'd squeeze the persons back with his nails. I saw him do this to another two people. I almost felt compelled to say to him that he shouldn't be squeezing peoples spines as its dangerous for their Kundalini, but felt it wasn't my place, so decided to just enter a spaciousness within myself of observation, without any judgement, just pure compassion as i watched these intriguing Beings performing magic of some Sorts.
Today, i still feel a little bit of the residue of the writing in the back of my skull and the claw which was dug into my spine. It feels a little dark and heavy, but I'm clearing them with awareness and patience, I may have to go see a Reiki healer whom can help clear these dark patches which seem to be located in my Auric field. However, this was an amazing experience to have, and i wouldn't take it back for the world, for i feel i've learnt a great deal about DMT, the powers of the Mind, the reality of energy and intention and ultimately, to be very mindful with whom i choose to share my DMT experiences with.
So i ask you, what sort of experiences have you guys had with the Dark Arts or Energetic Magic in general, what are your thoughts?
. The areas touched are extremely sensitive for all beings, especially when tuning into kundalini/Pineal gland activity, and to start touching that area of another person (especially whilst under the influence) seems to lack understanding or respect of the sensitive nature of these areas.
