Eureka!!!

[ms_manic_minxx]

What is it that some people get before a wedding, "cold feet," "wet feet"? (I forget which one. ) Anyway, it's about running in terror when that impending moment of commitment seems too terrifying?

The most magnificent, golden, pink-purple-shimmery (Mimosa-spirit-esque) water bong was purchased for the grand event. It was taken care to make sure there was a giant cone, and a chamber tall enough to hold lots of smoke, for those whose toking is not Olympic qualified...

So much love, intention, conversation, and dancing went into the alchemy of the jungle spice. Strong communications were made with the bark under the guidance of Ayahuasca.

There was also a lot of human error, and things that would definitely be improved upon another time around... but, at the end of the day, 400mg of jungle spice was dissolved onto 800mg of Caapi leaf/homegrown Passionflower tops/Peppermint/Lavender flowers.

Technique was another point of nervous contention, for fear of tolerance; the smoke was INCREDIBLY smooth, and no tolerance seemed to build, toking at first with fearful trepidation, pausing, toking again. The virtue of harmalas...

At the first signs of headrush (and absolute shock of success!!), the dreamer pulled away. The dreamer felt--instantly--THIS IS *JUST* LIKE AYA!! Aya... instantly! The headspace, the body load/sensation, the visuals (fractals looming in and out of smoke)... everything. A breath of Aya, with a slight reminiscence of mushrooms.

Question: does pure nn-dmt produce the similar bodily sensations, or is this something unique to the jungle spice/Caapi leaf?

There was definitely an apprehension of being violently devirginized with crackling carrier waves, but upon realization the experience was EXACTLY LIKE AYA and the dreamer was already swimming in familiar territory, the fear was replaced with ECSTATIC JOY.

Due to a very limited amount of supplies (beginner's chemistry-blind test batch!), a sub-breakthrough dose was a satisfying first experience. There were moments when it was felt it could have gone deeper... especially when fractal vortices appeared in swirls of smoke, and currents of energy rushed to the crown chakra... but, again, it was nothing asymptomatic of a typical breakthrough with Ayahuasca. No elves, no Chrysanthemums, but friendly plants, joyful connection to body, amazingly clear mind, refreshment, balance...

Love it, love it, LOVE IT!

So happy... and SO grateful... and so totally blown away... by success!

The real test, now, will be to finish the lovely bowl packed, after a cup of tea.

THANK YOU, NEXUS!!!!!!!!!!

 

[ms_manic_minxx]

I don't mean to be rude and post on top of myself, but I felt compelled to share a fresh round of dreaming...

About two hours after dreaming of Changuar, I went to meet Mama Aya. She had the reprimands.

"*I* TAKE YOU TO HYPERSPACE!!!"

The sensation was something like speeding along the highway, and being a passenger to someone totally overpowering, who grabs you by the hair, and runs your head against the pavement to make a point. Only, this happened along the interstate of hyperspace. Ethereal Plant Gangsters.

"You have already BEEN to hyperspace!! THIS *IS* HYPERSPACE!! ...KNOW IT, WORM!!!"

I suppose the scenario was partially my fault, as I asked her spirit to help guide me through other processes that would lead to hyperspace. She did; but, she also wanted to make a point about the work I am already involved with, not to take her lightly, and that she has exclusive rights on my soul. She's a dominating mistress...

So, my ass was kicked in hyperspace. My body dissolved. My mind was reduced to geometry. In body, I was racked with terrible chills. I heard the frequencies, was prodded by entities... It is now extremely clear what exactly "hyperspace" is, and when dealing with ancient spirits generous enough to spend time with humans, I should take greater conscious care of my language. :d

Then, when I thought it was all over, nausea struck, and I went through a series of two more peaks.

My bed has red blankets and purple sheets... it is totally like a womb. For a while, I laid in a position where I could hear my heartbeat. I tuned into it, and when it became like music, I had visions of being inside a womb. Even when I opened my eyes... it was exactly like being inside a womb. Parts of me surfaced that are still so vulnerable... a wordless, primal vulnerability, the kind of helpless, timeless being that makes infants scream...

Eventually, when I could sit, I asked Mama Aya (now that we were clear about hyperspace!) if I may be allowed a few breaths from (I had to name it) The Vase of Souls.

I am still ASTOUNDED by how clean, pure, and refreshing the smoke is. Changuar is absolute forgiveness, love and play, and very clear. It was like clouds of vision in incredible detail came into me with the smoke, and slowly passed over and dissapated, much like watching cloud animals on a windy day. Entities did appear and peek at me.

Sooooo clean and pure. When the clouds passed, Aya remained with me; except, I felt much more euphoric and uplifted, and the peppermint obliterated the nausea, opened my chest, completely refreshing.

How incredible!

 

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YES!

 

[Espiridion]

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Like a kid on x-mas morn!

I love this report, I can feel your excitement. I too have passion flower in a changablend but HOMEGROWN tops sound OUTSTANDING! I have always heard that they are very difficult seeds to germinate. This makes me slightly sad because they are some of the most intricate and beautiful flowers I have seen. That they are also useful to exploration is frosting.

I agree that the non-tox jimjam is some of the smoothest, easiest most forgiving and blissful spirit elevating substance I know of. Universe bless the Nexus.


Do you grow your own caapi, too?



Namaste,

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