Some of you may remember that several weeks ago I had a revelation about my own mortality during a mimosahuasca trip. Somehow that was the first time I ever really realized that I will inevitably grow old and die---but hey, better late than never!
I've been playing with that thought since then and planned another session in order to explore this feeling further, which took place this past Friday. I used 45mg with harmalas but probably only vaporized some 30 mg for my big first hit; I left quite a lot in the pipe.
I've previously been very comfortable with this exact dose range but I'd say the first 5 minutes of my trip were hell this time around. I collapsed forwards onto my keyboard and found myself stuck in the pocket between a very dark and claustrophobic, ethereal space and my piano, and I felt like I was in the process of dying. I was sweating profusely and felt profoundly sick. At some point I was compelled to purge, but I stopped myself so that I didn't make a mess.
I mean, I achieved the intended effect, I guess. I was exploring my fear of death. But it felt like part of me was holding back and that internal struggle made my experience dark and panicked instead of dark and revelatory (I was ready for it to get dark). Eventually I came down a bit and had a very uplifting and motivating rest-of-my-trip, but it sort of felt like my now more sober brain was putting a band-aid over what I had just witnessed.
I'm wondering how I can embrace these feeling and go deeper. This has been a topic that's been on my mind for a little while, and although I've made some initial progress with how I feel about it, there's obviously still more to be found. Maybe next time, a few weeks or months from now, I should try again but bring a yak bucket? Just ideas.
I've been playing with that thought since then and planned another session in order to explore this feeling further, which took place this past Friday. I used 45mg with harmalas but probably only vaporized some 30 mg for my big first hit; I left quite a lot in the pipe.
I've previously been very comfortable with this exact dose range but I'd say the first 5 minutes of my trip were hell this time around. I collapsed forwards onto my keyboard and found myself stuck in the pocket between a very dark and claustrophobic, ethereal space and my piano, and I felt like I was in the process of dying. I was sweating profusely and felt profoundly sick. At some point I was compelled to purge, but I stopped myself so that I didn't make a mess.
I mean, I achieved the intended effect, I guess. I was exploring my fear of death. But it felt like part of me was holding back and that internal struggle made my experience dark and panicked instead of dark and revelatory (I was ready for it to get dark). Eventually I came down a bit and had a very uplifting and motivating rest-of-my-trip, but it sort of felt like my now more sober brain was putting a band-aid over what I had just witnessed.
I'm wondering how I can embrace these feeling and go deeper. This has been a topic that's been on my mind for a little while, and although I've made some initial progress with how I feel about it, there's obviously still more to be found. Maybe next time, a few weeks or months from now, I should try again but bring a yak bucket? Just ideas.
