inaniel
mas alla del mar
Hallo, dmt nexus
I shall preface with an apology into the future for any strange mistakes regarding grammar and punctuation, for I am currently only able to access the internet by way of my phone which has shown me precious little mercy in way of keyboard domination. I can recall in my youth having a few chuckles at my parents one-finger typing on a desktop keyboard while I typed rapidly and now see children no older than twelve typing what seem to be essays by the minute on their smart phone while I watch quietly impressed, funny how much change time brings.
Moving along, to say a little of myself. I am male, twenty six earth years young. I've not had too much experience with psychadelics but have found, regardless of an inability to access certain plants for a large portion of my life, that my interest has still been always drawn to the psychadelic state of consciousness. I suppose I should thank such fellow humans as terence mckenna, Robert anton wilson, and Rick strassman who have so poetically questioned the limits of our being and the foundation of our beliefs with regards to sacred plants for said interest, as well as one particular of the few psilocibin mushroom sessions I've had, during which I split an oz with a friend and had a multitude of shared visions, listened to.the most beautiful other wordly music, which seemed to permeate all of existence yet contained no discernible origin like some v.a.l.i.s. type entity from the Philip k. Dick's universe for what seemed like hours, and most profound of all, having what can only be described as a telepathic communication with my friend as mckenna describes briefly in the archaic revival.
I knew after that night there was no turning back, I had not chosen the path less traveled but rather was dragged through it and now continue to walk the other side. DMT has been something of an obsession as of late, although I have not had much success with vapor techniques. The experience is either much too strong or not strong enough, though I now know thanks to hours of lurking here that poor technique and piss poor pipe can share the blame. I've decided go try a different administration route, by way of an aya journey as I seem to understand one of its many incarnations, using mimosa hostilis and Syrian rue. I anticipate planned brew ingestion eagerly but have decided to wait a few weeks to journey into other realms as my body is currently adjusting to a dietary change from vegan to raw vegan. I'm certain I will have many preparatory questions which is why I currently write this introduction.
Other interests of mine include: gurdjieff and ouspenski, yoga, raising my nine month old daughter who is currently sleeping on me as I type this, and watching a good film every so often.
Happy travels!
Inaniel.
I shall preface with an apology into the future for any strange mistakes regarding grammar and punctuation, for I am currently only able to access the internet by way of my phone which has shown me precious little mercy in way of keyboard domination. I can recall in my youth having a few chuckles at my parents one-finger typing on a desktop keyboard while I typed rapidly and now see children no older than twelve typing what seem to be essays by the minute on their smart phone while I watch quietly impressed, funny how much change time brings.
Moving along, to say a little of myself. I am male, twenty six earth years young. I've not had too much experience with psychadelics but have found, regardless of an inability to access certain plants for a large portion of my life, that my interest has still been always drawn to the psychadelic state of consciousness. I suppose I should thank such fellow humans as terence mckenna, Robert anton wilson, and Rick strassman who have so poetically questioned the limits of our being and the foundation of our beliefs with regards to sacred plants for said interest, as well as one particular of the few psilocibin mushroom sessions I've had, during which I split an oz with a friend and had a multitude of shared visions, listened to.the most beautiful other wordly music, which seemed to permeate all of existence yet contained no discernible origin like some v.a.l.i.s. type entity from the Philip k. Dick's universe for what seemed like hours, and most profound of all, having what can only be described as a telepathic communication with my friend as mckenna describes briefly in the archaic revival.
I knew after that night there was no turning back, I had not chosen the path less traveled but rather was dragged through it and now continue to walk the other side. DMT has been something of an obsession as of late, although I have not had much success with vapor techniques. The experience is either much too strong or not strong enough, though I now know thanks to hours of lurking here that poor technique and piss poor pipe can share the blame. I've decided go try a different administration route, by way of an aya journey as I seem to understand one of its many incarnations, using mimosa hostilis and Syrian rue. I anticipate planned brew ingestion eagerly but have decided to wait a few weeks to journey into other realms as my body is currently adjusting to a dietary change from vegan to raw vegan. I'm certain I will have many preparatory questions which is why I currently write this introduction.
Other interests of mine include: gurdjieff and ouspenski, yoga, raising my nine month old daughter who is currently sleeping on me as I type this, and watching a good film every so often.
Happy travels!
Inaniel.
