Dosed 124 mgs Harmalas 10:14 a.m. and set timer.
1 gram mushroom chocolates dosed 10:57 a.m.
During this trip, in particular after the main trance broke, I had some body issues with nausea and cramps but everything resolved without a bathroom visit.
In under 30 minutes, my trippy brown tabby cat, Nefer, was literally climbing and crawling all over me. At that moment I got the first alert, felt a bit weird, noticed things were looking more interesting.
Nefer is one of the most trip-loving cats I have ever met. She wants to be a central part of every trip and just loves the state. She has a high affinity for it and appears to cop contact highs. She is so attuned, she actually alerted me to my own alert.
By 40 minutes after dosing (10 minutes after the alert) it was coming on very strong and very positively. There was a very strong sense of joy, safety, distance from the material and euphoria.
One of the first memorable visions was of being in a surreal, hyperspatial elevator. It was huge and almost seemed more like a loading elevator rather than an interior structure one. The walls looked like slatted, well aged wood planks. The floor was mainly white but it was also kind of like the white areas defined puzzle piece shapes and the other areas of the floor were open to space. The ceiling was open to space. There were a large number of abnormally and bizarrely slim anthropomorphic entities just nailed/plastered to the floor with looks of abject terror on their faces as I floated above them, observing while the elevator plunged downwards rapidly with an infinitely receding background.
This soon gave way and I started perceiving an ongoing crashing wave of people and faces. I felt like I was in zero-G and they behaved as if they were not in a 1-G field. Some of them floated in a horizontal position. Some of them turned or spun, slowly and languidly in random directions in the air. In general these entities were partying, dancing, spinning and showing me amazing things.
Many of the amazing things would play out like this: I’d be floating near a passing by entity and it would stop, point out that they were next to a craggy, sandstone colored wall, made of giant courses of stones, very much like the base of an Egyptian pyramid. As the entity pointed to these stones the stones would start to arc out and split apart at their seam/mortar point such that the wall or texture would open up and show a completely different view, different color hues, different entities doing different things, then suddenly close/seal up. Almost as if they were saying, “See all this activity and action HERE, where just beyond these walls are entirely different worlds to see and experience.”
There were LOTS of cats throughout this trip. One memorable scene was a city street that had building sized fat people who were molded to walls, wearing large, bulbous dresses of white and blue patchwork, yet looking like they were made of the same material as terra cotta planters and these accoutrements had lots of openings for the myriad cats that they had. The cats would pop up, crawl out, crawl across the stationary entities, clearly leading their own lives and seeing these “people” more as residences.
Next there was a weird, twilight lit city with these tightly packed 3-4 storey buildings that looked kind of like the brown kilns in Wildrose at Death Valley National Park, but a LOT taller and with a lot more levels, doors, windows and balconies. Like with a point at the top and sloping down to open up. These buildings were tightly packed together and everything was mushroom themed. The outdoor light fixtures were mushroom caps, the shades from weather were mushroom caps, the overhanging eaves on windows were mushroom cap shaped. All of these fixtures were in muted yet saturated hues of dark blue and purple.
I rode on a cruise ship for the recently dead. This was not one of those modern ships that is like a sky scraper floating on it’s side, nor was it The Love Boat. It was more like a large day cruise out on a Bay type of ship. The vessel was basic - white hull, brown wooden decks, lots of barriers along the side so folks would not fall off. The public areas were on the exterior perimeter of the deck with cabins and offices occupying the center, like most ships. I do not know what gave me the certainty this was a cruise for the recently dead but it was palpable. The people were very agitated on the decks and concerned about their affairs that had not been put into order. They were very anxious about not being present when loved ones and customers needed them.
This hit kind of close to home as I live in a culture with vehement and hyper aggressive institutionalized misogyny against older women. No matter what I do I cannot access health care in this sick, twisted culture. I am aging and may very well die soon. Counting myself, 3 humans and 3 cats are utterly dependent upon me. Then looking at my business, as a professional pet care person, I often have customers leave town, leave the country for extended periods and leave their pets in my hands. The truth is if I were to suddenly drop dead, I’d be TAKING that day cruise.
The visuals were absolutely stunning. There were a LOT of spinning marquis everywhere with readable letters and numbers but no messages.
I spent a small amount of time in a bizarre room where gravity and physics were . .. flexible. There was a kind of flat, thin bed with a covering of grey almost bric-a-brac all over it. This bed was floating and at the top of it was a woman. She was amazingly gorgeous, young and perfect. She had a lot of inner light emanating from her. Her head was over the top edge of this weird bed and there was a type of cowl over her face from which extended eerie, long strands that were kind of made of light but also kind of like very thinly tentacular. There was a sense that she was controlling the entire scene in the room.
I viewed the most fantastic, synesthetic, beautiful ART, nearly impossible to describe. It’s like the music would spin up polished purple ribbons of sound that would then become kind of rainbow with glinting points of light and then textures would form and continue to spin up into more complexity to the point of golden, shining sci-fi cathedrals. This was a fantastic, synesthetic parade. The very strong sense of joy and euphoria continued.
After some more unreadable spinning marquis I returned to these ART rooms for one more glorious view of those beautiful and gorgeous purple ribbons spun up into rainbows and fantastic curves, shapes and cathedrals. Coming back here, even briefly, felt like a profound blessing. I never see/experience things this beautiful in real life. Never.
Soon it became like a tour through the afterlife or a parallel world, heavily inhabited by very busy people living their lives and following their pursuits. I even got caught up in and kind of lived some lives that were very odd or foreign to my life experience
I experienced crimes I have never committed. For example I was/accompanied a large young male doing strong arm robberies, then breaking into home and businesses. He was frustrated, dissatisfied, scared a lot and very empty inside.
I experienced wars I have never fought. I got caught up with a group of young soldiers in I don’t know what conflict on the front line and really stuck in their paths. It was so obvious how their pasts and the forces around them that they could not control had led them/us to this place. As we advanced forward, many of the men had brash confidence but others were scared. In the end it was a rush to conflict and we ran directly into the enemy who were all brandishing very large guns and RPGs. The maws or muzzles of these weapons all had these weird caps that kind of looked like they were made of grey Legos.
Throughout the trip I continued to be suffused by a palpable sense of mental comfort, safety, emotional distance and euphoria. I lived and toured the lives, but the emotional content of it all didn’t really touch me. It was just a flood of experience.
I was around drugs I have never made in that I met/became a kind of underground hyperspatial chemist, creating various drugs using various types of chemical reactions. He spent at least as much of his time being paranoid, anxious, looking out windows, as doing chemistry.
All of this happened in a weird, hyper-real, floating, synesthetic style. For some reason it left me with a bit more empathy for males and how the idea that they actually have much in the way of choice for who they are and their life paths is in fact a fantasy. Many of the male lives I lived/experienced/toured . . . it’s like various experiences starting in early childhood and continuing to the present was causing their real world choices to collapse until they were left with little but the illusion of choice. I guess it was a kind of insight into the idea that free will does not exist, as illustrated by of all things a plethora of masculine experience.
In many of these other lives I toured and lived it was disheartening to see women treated the same as they are in consensual reality.
Once I finished a life or area or tour a weird, black square bordered, cross shaped portal would open up, vibrating, drawing me into the next set of lives.
This portal would begin as a small disturbance or incongruity in the scenes/life I was living and touring. Almost like a little hole was appearing in the texture of that particular reality. As soon as I would fully notice it, it would expand and vibrate. It would become larger and larger and whatever brightly lit, colorful room or environment I was in would get more and more blocked off by this black cross shaped pulsating field. I was feeling no resistance and happy to let go and surrender so whenever this happened I just let it take me in and transport me to the next floating scene.
Many of these Other lives were insane and fanciful. One memorable one was ultimately random: I met the ghost of Walt Disney and he tried to demonstrate his new ride concept in a Willy Wonka kind of way on a green hillside with lots of onlookers. The “ride” was a time machine (the mechanism was disappointingly not visible) that took us 9 days into the past. Disney was acting silly, dressed like Raja Ram and had bizarre “toys” in his hands that had nothing to do with the current ride idea.
The demonstration looked insanely weird. Disney made sure he had everyone's attention by cavorting around and directly interacting with individuals in the crowd. Once he had secured the crowd’s attention he telepathically communicated what was going to happen and how excited he was, thinking this would take the Afterlife Tomorrowland to the next level.
He activated the machine out of sight and the entire hillside started kind of humming and glowing. Everyone looked up and around, watching the texture of the reality of the previous days gather around us like giant humongous hair scrunchies and then recede into the distance.
At one gorgeous yet very eerie point near the end I kind of “leveled up.” I suddenly found myself on a surreal and huge, metallic, polished and glinting “game board” with the lives I had been reviewing/living still happening and playing out as circular actions on this board. These lives and actions were circular, 3D and filled with polished points of metallic light. Standing above it all, absolute giants were the observers or gamekeepers or whatever. Anthropomorphic and male and that’s all I have.
It was kind of creepy. They quietly observed in a godlike yet bored and beauacratic manner. It felt a bit judgmental and a bit like waking up in the Matrix. But all of this was negated by the ongoing secure and good feelings and the stunning, polished, glowing beauty of the visuals of this game board.
I leveled back down and got back to the everyday dramas of the lives of Others for awhile. At this point things were coming in waves and beginning to break up. Soon thereafter the main trance broke and I found myself still enjoying the perfect mix of music that really drove these visions
Hyperflow Magic Mushrooms | A Soundtrack For The Psychedelic Practitioner
1 gram mushroom chocolates dosed 10:57 a.m.
During this trip, in particular after the main trance broke, I had some body issues with nausea and cramps but everything resolved without a bathroom visit.
In under 30 minutes, my trippy brown tabby cat, Nefer, was literally climbing and crawling all over me. At that moment I got the first alert, felt a bit weird, noticed things were looking more interesting.
Nefer is one of the most trip-loving cats I have ever met. She wants to be a central part of every trip and just loves the state. She has a high affinity for it and appears to cop contact highs. She is so attuned, she actually alerted me to my own alert.
By 40 minutes after dosing (10 minutes after the alert) it was coming on very strong and very positively. There was a very strong sense of joy, safety, distance from the material and euphoria.
One of the first memorable visions was of being in a surreal, hyperspatial elevator. It was huge and almost seemed more like a loading elevator rather than an interior structure one. The walls looked like slatted, well aged wood planks. The floor was mainly white but it was also kind of like the white areas defined puzzle piece shapes and the other areas of the floor were open to space. The ceiling was open to space. There were a large number of abnormally and bizarrely slim anthropomorphic entities just nailed/plastered to the floor with looks of abject terror on their faces as I floated above them, observing while the elevator plunged downwards rapidly with an infinitely receding background.
This soon gave way and I started perceiving an ongoing crashing wave of people and faces. I felt like I was in zero-G and they behaved as if they were not in a 1-G field. Some of them floated in a horizontal position. Some of them turned or spun, slowly and languidly in random directions in the air. In general these entities were partying, dancing, spinning and showing me amazing things.
Many of the amazing things would play out like this: I’d be floating near a passing by entity and it would stop, point out that they were next to a craggy, sandstone colored wall, made of giant courses of stones, very much like the base of an Egyptian pyramid. As the entity pointed to these stones the stones would start to arc out and split apart at their seam/mortar point such that the wall or texture would open up and show a completely different view, different color hues, different entities doing different things, then suddenly close/seal up. Almost as if they were saying, “See all this activity and action HERE, where just beyond these walls are entirely different worlds to see and experience.”
There were LOTS of cats throughout this trip. One memorable scene was a city street that had building sized fat people who were molded to walls, wearing large, bulbous dresses of white and blue patchwork, yet looking like they were made of the same material as terra cotta planters and these accoutrements had lots of openings for the myriad cats that they had. The cats would pop up, crawl out, crawl across the stationary entities, clearly leading their own lives and seeing these “people” more as residences.
Next there was a weird, twilight lit city with these tightly packed 3-4 storey buildings that looked kind of like the brown kilns in Wildrose at Death Valley National Park, but a LOT taller and with a lot more levels, doors, windows and balconies. Like with a point at the top and sloping down to open up. These buildings were tightly packed together and everything was mushroom themed. The outdoor light fixtures were mushroom caps, the shades from weather were mushroom caps, the overhanging eaves on windows were mushroom cap shaped. All of these fixtures were in muted yet saturated hues of dark blue and purple.
I rode on a cruise ship for the recently dead. This was not one of those modern ships that is like a sky scraper floating on it’s side, nor was it The Love Boat. It was more like a large day cruise out on a Bay type of ship. The vessel was basic - white hull, brown wooden decks, lots of barriers along the side so folks would not fall off. The public areas were on the exterior perimeter of the deck with cabins and offices occupying the center, like most ships. I do not know what gave me the certainty this was a cruise for the recently dead but it was palpable. The people were very agitated on the decks and concerned about their affairs that had not been put into order. They were very anxious about not being present when loved ones and customers needed them.
This hit kind of close to home as I live in a culture with vehement and hyper aggressive institutionalized misogyny against older women. No matter what I do I cannot access health care in this sick, twisted culture. I am aging and may very well die soon. Counting myself, 3 humans and 3 cats are utterly dependent upon me. Then looking at my business, as a professional pet care person, I often have customers leave town, leave the country for extended periods and leave their pets in my hands. The truth is if I were to suddenly drop dead, I’d be TAKING that day cruise.
The visuals were absolutely stunning. There were a LOT of spinning marquis everywhere with readable letters and numbers but no messages.
I spent a small amount of time in a bizarre room where gravity and physics were . .. flexible. There was a kind of flat, thin bed with a covering of grey almost bric-a-brac all over it. This bed was floating and at the top of it was a woman. She was amazingly gorgeous, young and perfect. She had a lot of inner light emanating from her. Her head was over the top edge of this weird bed and there was a type of cowl over her face from which extended eerie, long strands that were kind of made of light but also kind of like very thinly tentacular. There was a sense that she was controlling the entire scene in the room.
I viewed the most fantastic, synesthetic, beautiful ART, nearly impossible to describe. It’s like the music would spin up polished purple ribbons of sound that would then become kind of rainbow with glinting points of light and then textures would form and continue to spin up into more complexity to the point of golden, shining sci-fi cathedrals. This was a fantastic, synesthetic parade. The very strong sense of joy and euphoria continued.
After some more unreadable spinning marquis I returned to these ART rooms for one more glorious view of those beautiful and gorgeous purple ribbons spun up into rainbows and fantastic curves, shapes and cathedrals. Coming back here, even briefly, felt like a profound blessing. I never see/experience things this beautiful in real life. Never.
Soon it became like a tour through the afterlife or a parallel world, heavily inhabited by very busy people living their lives and following their pursuits. I even got caught up in and kind of lived some lives that were very odd or foreign to my life experience
I experienced crimes I have never committed. For example I was/accompanied a large young male doing strong arm robberies, then breaking into home and businesses. He was frustrated, dissatisfied, scared a lot and very empty inside.
I experienced wars I have never fought. I got caught up with a group of young soldiers in I don’t know what conflict on the front line and really stuck in their paths. It was so obvious how their pasts and the forces around them that they could not control had led them/us to this place. As we advanced forward, many of the men had brash confidence but others were scared. In the end it was a rush to conflict and we ran directly into the enemy who were all brandishing very large guns and RPGs. The maws or muzzles of these weapons all had these weird caps that kind of looked like they were made of grey Legos.
Throughout the trip I continued to be suffused by a palpable sense of mental comfort, safety, emotional distance and euphoria. I lived and toured the lives, but the emotional content of it all didn’t really touch me. It was just a flood of experience.
I was around drugs I have never made in that I met/became a kind of underground hyperspatial chemist, creating various drugs using various types of chemical reactions. He spent at least as much of his time being paranoid, anxious, looking out windows, as doing chemistry.
All of this happened in a weird, hyper-real, floating, synesthetic style. For some reason it left me with a bit more empathy for males and how the idea that they actually have much in the way of choice for who they are and their life paths is in fact a fantasy. Many of the male lives I lived/experienced/toured . . . it’s like various experiences starting in early childhood and continuing to the present was causing their real world choices to collapse until they were left with little but the illusion of choice. I guess it was a kind of insight into the idea that free will does not exist, as illustrated by of all things a plethora of masculine experience.
In many of these other lives I toured and lived it was disheartening to see women treated the same as they are in consensual reality.
Once I finished a life or area or tour a weird, black square bordered, cross shaped portal would open up, vibrating, drawing me into the next set of lives.
This portal would begin as a small disturbance or incongruity in the scenes/life I was living and touring. Almost like a little hole was appearing in the texture of that particular reality. As soon as I would fully notice it, it would expand and vibrate. It would become larger and larger and whatever brightly lit, colorful room or environment I was in would get more and more blocked off by this black cross shaped pulsating field. I was feeling no resistance and happy to let go and surrender so whenever this happened I just let it take me in and transport me to the next floating scene.
Many of these Other lives were insane and fanciful. One memorable one was ultimately random: I met the ghost of Walt Disney and he tried to demonstrate his new ride concept in a Willy Wonka kind of way on a green hillside with lots of onlookers. The “ride” was a time machine (the mechanism was disappointingly not visible) that took us 9 days into the past. Disney was acting silly, dressed like Raja Ram and had bizarre “toys” in his hands that had nothing to do with the current ride idea.
The demonstration looked insanely weird. Disney made sure he had everyone's attention by cavorting around and directly interacting with individuals in the crowd. Once he had secured the crowd’s attention he telepathically communicated what was going to happen and how excited he was, thinking this would take the Afterlife Tomorrowland to the next level.
He activated the machine out of sight and the entire hillside started kind of humming and glowing. Everyone looked up and around, watching the texture of the reality of the previous days gather around us like giant humongous hair scrunchies and then recede into the distance.
At one gorgeous yet very eerie point near the end I kind of “leveled up.” I suddenly found myself on a surreal and huge, metallic, polished and glinting “game board” with the lives I had been reviewing/living still happening and playing out as circular actions on this board. These lives and actions were circular, 3D and filled with polished points of metallic light. Standing above it all, absolute giants were the observers or gamekeepers or whatever. Anthropomorphic and male and that’s all I have.
It was kind of creepy. They quietly observed in a godlike yet bored and beauacratic manner. It felt a bit judgmental and a bit like waking up in the Matrix. But all of this was negated by the ongoing secure and good feelings and the stunning, polished, glowing beauty of the visuals of this game board.
I leveled back down and got back to the everyday dramas of the lives of Others for awhile. At this point things were coming in waves and beginning to break up. Soon thereafter the main trance broke and I found myself still enjoying the perfect mix of music that really drove these visions
Hyperflow Magic Mushrooms | A Soundtrack For The Psychedelic Practitioner
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