OrangeEnergy said:
Mister_Niles said:
:lol: You guys have probably noticed me mention/whine about this aspect of the experience. It used to really really bother me, but now it's kinda meh whatever. I have some things to explore as well so taking my merry time getting back to where I would like to be.
Putting too much pressure on ourselves moves us further from the goal.
Ha! I don't consider it whining all. I just now remembered that I had actually written a response to you but got distracted or something and didn't finish it. I was telling you a story about how I used to go through these periods in which I would be driving down the road, nowhere near the time or place I was next planning to vape and I would start stressing out about it. It's definitely not a good way to get yourself into a good mindset. I was driving myself nuts with it. It was a waste of energy and manufactured anxiety.
One day after going through this for awhile I said "screw it" and I went home and, stupidly, went into hyperspace.
It was a huge mistake.
The trip started by seemingly descending on me as a writhing mass of black, eyeless, mouthless snakes, and then:
I was in a city.
I could see the skyline of the city proper in the distance. I was in some sort of industrial park in the outskirts of town. I was lying on the street with one side of my face painfully pressing into the concrete. I could feel the air and smell the city smells with the distinct overtone of leather. The sky was a beautiful pink and purple sunset, broken up by the skyscrapers in the distance.
The reason my face hurt and I could also smell leather was that there was a police woman of sorts, stepping on my neck with her boot. She was gazing down on me in contempt. She was beautiful in her disdain for me, and I could hear her thoughts. They were a litany of insults and admonitions. "You know better than this. You know not to come here unless you are properly prepared. This is not a game. This is not a toy to be played with." I'm leaving out the expletives.
It went on FOREVER. Like... weeks. That's what it felt like. Just that static tableaux. On and on. The clouds moving through a permanent pink sunset. Occasional traffic sounds in the distance and the sound of her voice in my head. It was traumatizing. I can still see that skyline as I write this and it's been years.
I'll tell you this though. It cured me of that BS. I still get nervous, but only right before I prepare. I only go in when I am sure I'm ready and have a good reason.
Thank you very much for that.
Thank you for sharing also. Would you consider that experience a hyperslap?
I've had a mild hyperslap once and it was my fifth DMT journey. It actually lent itself to my being away from it for about 6 years. Journey #4 was the same day and toward the end I received the insight to take it easy with experience. After #4, I sent several people into hyperspace, but then saw there was some left in the bowl. Not wanting to waste it (which was at least a little bit of an excuse) I finished the bowl. The entity that first saw me and was my guide gave me a vibe of disappointment, then effectively shrugged, encapsulated me in a bubble, and took me through a dark realm of torment with other entities, some tormenting each other. While noticing me none of them interacted with me.
While I haven't had a hyperslap since, I have been to some dark places as well. These experiences tend to drive fear and can have levels of discomfort and alarm, but I find these too to be fascinating and growth inducing.
Now, what I'll share next could very well be in my head. It could also be external to me. I entertain all possibilities. But a couple years ago I noticed a "voice" that seems to always be present with me, but nonlocal. This voice (perhaps entity) seems inextricably linked to DMT, my practice, usage, and approach. It seems to appreciate and support me, especially when it comes to working in hyperspace. It likes to head me off with a "you're welcome" just as I begin thinking "thank you." It's also kinda sassy in a playful way. Sometimes it tells me not to say my invocation for DMT!
I share this, because despite this felt sense of support, it's still hard to push myself the distance I'd like to go. One conscious thought, despite my reverence, respect, and experience, is a worry that it's going to punish me (stems from childhood). Another is a reflection of my level of confidence because I wonder "will I be able to handle it," despite being "in the game" with psychedelics for a long time.
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