elfhunter
Rising Star
Hello all.
I shall introduce myself in the hopes of soon joining the brave explorers on the rest of the forums. I am a 20something from the Midwest. I've been studying, enjoying, enlightening, and experimenting with psychedelics since my junior year of high school. I began studying altered states of consciousness sometime during my 7th or 8th grade at school. When I first started studying, I was curious about NDEs, OBEs, and the like. The impetus was a rapid succession of lucid dreams, abduction-like experiences, a near-death fall from a cliff I sustained, the resulting heavy NOS trip I underwent unwillingly at the dentist (when I fell from the cliff, I shattered my back four molars... when I went to have them scraped and filled, the dental assistant, who to her credit or defense, was new, unknowingly reversed the proportions of NOS and O2), and brief self-discovered experiments with isolation/sensory deprivation. I found quickly that I was susceptible to altered states of consciousness when I began meditating and concentrating on the seemingly endless landscape of my own mind.
As I progressed on my journey to alternate realities, I began to explore substances like MJ, psilocybe and muscaric mushrooms, HBWR, morning glory, and other exotic plants, fungi, and seeds. As I began to study online and at the library, I was delighted to find a surprising amount of information was readily available. I got into esoteric literature and started reading books like SOMA, Cleansing the Door of Perception, Food of the Gods, Fingerprints of the Gods, Supernatural, The Tibetan Book of the Dead, and the like. I was skeptical with a lot of the reports, and found myself seriously questioning the possibilities of psychedelics. How can plants and even animals in some cases (Bufo Alvaris) be catalysts for complete mind manifestation? It seemed impossible.
Having grown up in a religious household, it was taboo for me to even think about altered consciousness (or so I thought), much less to use meditation or even worse, substances to achieve said states. I began to read scripture that I felt was very similar to some trips that had been described online and in some of the aforementioned books. I also started to make connections between my lucid dreams and the DMT landscape.
Once I had been in college for awhile, I took a semester in Rome, Italy. While there, I journeyed north to the great Stoner Mecca. Amsterdam. In Amsterdam, I "did too much... I went too far!" to quote Terence. I had a smoking session in isolation while at a luxurious 5-star hotel in the Art District (it sounds like fantasy, but a gorgeous, extremely trust-funded bisexual girl I had been dating in Rome, a very Paris Hilton-esque blonde... and her quasi-girlfriend decided to fly me out and have me scope the place out before they came up to meet me... I will never forget any of the experiences that ensued). I say smoking session lightly, because I smoked the largest joint of the very best cannabis I've ever seen, as quickly as possible. After a bout of extreme paranoia, I settled into the bay window seat to get my wits about me. Quickly, I found myself strapped to a wooden chair with leather bindings conversing with a rather tall, surprised, and irate curly-dirty-blonde-haired woman in a blue silk dress. The conversation was almost exclusively based on her desire to convince me that I could not see her and my increasing rage to convince her that she was wrong. She stood about 5 rows back in an auditorium behind 3 rather confused looking bald men in black suits. To the back left of the building sat a handful of indistinguishable technicians whizzing away at some awful machine which I assumed was meant to send me back into the comatose realm of the living.
For some months afterwards, I would occasionally hear a strong buzzing sound and my body would start to collapse in on itself. The buzzing grew incredibly loud and then popped. I found myself in a darkened hallway with some faint and foreign geometric tiles on the wall. Mind you, this was "on the natch" and I had not yet experienced the DMT realm via the entheogen itself. Anyway, I would occasionally, in this hallway, see a bright crack up ahead, which one day was explained to me by a rather dark and raspy individual slightly to my left and behind me (which I caught only glimpses of in my peripheral vision) to be the doorway through which my spirit guide awaited me.
To make a long story short, I figured I would try my hand at DMT. Some years ago, I began my exploration into the processes of DMT. After researching, at length, the time-tested traditions of the Peruvian shamans, and other ayahuasceros, I found some enlightening articles on the internet and purchased (with surprising ease) the necessary apparati and ingredients. After a few failed attempts, I finally found the right "cookbook" and in a short amount of time, had a little vial of a faintly yellowed powder sitting in my freezer. There it sat for some time.
I had heard very few people discuss dimethyltryptamine in any polite company, but by happenstance overheard a man speaking of "being launched through the wormhole into this great glistening dome" at a local bar/coffeeshop. Brazenly (and perhaps foolishly at the time), I walked up to him and his friend (they were both substantially older than me... one was 30 something, the other 40 something) and said, "I'm sorry to bother... and this may seem like a weird question... but I overheard you talking. Are you talking about DMT?" This sparked a rather lengthy discussion, the conclusion of which lead us all to exchange numbers and set up a date. None of us had done it before, but we had all researched to some great degrees.
As it turns out, the older of the two men was a former radio-show host... he had talked to all of my heroes. He was a friend of McKenna's before he passed... still kept in contact with his brother. He had discussed DMT on-air with Rick Strassman. He had explored the minds of Sheliak (McKenna's Time-Wave Zero compatriot) and Hancock, and had delved into topics of interest with a myriad of other authors, commentators, psychonauts, conspiracy theorists, and so on. Needless to say, I was floored. I asked him if it would be possible for me to talk to any of these people and pitch some of my theories. I won't name names, but in no time, I was emailing some of the top researchers on the subject. It was incredible. But there was one little elephant in the room still... I was practically writing essays on the fundamentals of space travel... and had yet to set foot into a spaceship.
We set the tentative date, and after a grand journey to find the right equipment, the appropriate setting, a free day, and all the things that come with blasting off through the shimmering cellophaned edge of the known universe on a laserbeam... we put flame to glass. What followed was one of the most impactful journeys of my life. I won't detail the whole experience, because I don't wanna blow my whole load on my introduction, but I will say this. I have 10s, maybe even bordering a hundred or so hours of audio recorded experiences. From the buzz leading up to the journey, to the (usually) silent reverie of the trip itself, and then to the detailed and sometimes astonishing accounts of the experience. I have poured through these audio clips in baffled recollection of their power. Peoples' lives have been radically altered in a few moments of iridescently bathed terrifying bliss. New languages have formed, telepathies have forged, unbreakable bonds have coalesced between former strangers, and a whole lot of love and understanding has erupted from the Vesuvian bowels of the DMT realm.
You see, in my quest for understanding the workings of the human mind, I studied the human mind. I have yet to graduate (I'm one of those quasi-dropouts who instead of committing to an actual degree, decided that I would start studying things I find interesting. Learning for the sake of learning!), but am 160 some-odd hours into a 120-hour psychology degree. I studied drugs and behavior, physiological psychology, deviant behavior, sleep and dreaming, and many more topics that I found to be aligned with my true study... DMT. If time is any indication, I would consider myself somewhat of a DMT scholar... and having said that, know that there is almost a limitless amount of things I have yet to learn about it.
My desire as a member of DMT-NEXUS is to not only garner the wisdom of my fellow journeyers, but to also impart my struggles and triumphs in the sacred landscape of the pineal universe. Oh... and if you made it this far, you should know a few things about my writing style. This is an essay. As such, it is almost unavoidable for me to write somewhat verbosely and with a lot of ancillary adumbrations... and a whole lot of ellipses. I don't always talk like this though. I promise. I'm actually very approachable, and I have a human dialect as well. It's just that when I get on a roll and start thinking/talking about subjects on which there are faintly any true descriptions, I have to wain rhetorical and somewhat glossalalially. Translation: Sometimes, I use a lot of big words and talk too much. Sometimes I don't even make sense to myself. But hey, at least I can tell you one thing. I'm honest!
It's been a pleasure writing to you and introducing myself. I hope to hear from many of you in the near future.
With peace, love, and an adventurous heart,
J
I shall introduce myself in the hopes of soon joining the brave explorers on the rest of the forums. I am a 20something from the Midwest. I've been studying, enjoying, enlightening, and experimenting with psychedelics since my junior year of high school. I began studying altered states of consciousness sometime during my 7th or 8th grade at school. When I first started studying, I was curious about NDEs, OBEs, and the like. The impetus was a rapid succession of lucid dreams, abduction-like experiences, a near-death fall from a cliff I sustained, the resulting heavy NOS trip I underwent unwillingly at the dentist (when I fell from the cliff, I shattered my back four molars... when I went to have them scraped and filled, the dental assistant, who to her credit or defense, was new, unknowingly reversed the proportions of NOS and O2), and brief self-discovered experiments with isolation/sensory deprivation. I found quickly that I was susceptible to altered states of consciousness when I began meditating and concentrating on the seemingly endless landscape of my own mind.
As I progressed on my journey to alternate realities, I began to explore substances like MJ, psilocybe and muscaric mushrooms, HBWR, morning glory, and other exotic plants, fungi, and seeds. As I began to study online and at the library, I was delighted to find a surprising amount of information was readily available. I got into esoteric literature and started reading books like SOMA, Cleansing the Door of Perception, Food of the Gods, Fingerprints of the Gods, Supernatural, The Tibetan Book of the Dead, and the like. I was skeptical with a lot of the reports, and found myself seriously questioning the possibilities of psychedelics. How can plants and even animals in some cases (Bufo Alvaris) be catalysts for complete mind manifestation? It seemed impossible.
Having grown up in a religious household, it was taboo for me to even think about altered consciousness (or so I thought), much less to use meditation or even worse, substances to achieve said states. I began to read scripture that I felt was very similar to some trips that had been described online and in some of the aforementioned books. I also started to make connections between my lucid dreams and the DMT landscape.
Once I had been in college for awhile, I took a semester in Rome, Italy. While there, I journeyed north to the great Stoner Mecca. Amsterdam. In Amsterdam, I "did too much... I went too far!" to quote Terence. I had a smoking session in isolation while at a luxurious 5-star hotel in the Art District (it sounds like fantasy, but a gorgeous, extremely trust-funded bisexual girl I had been dating in Rome, a very Paris Hilton-esque blonde... and her quasi-girlfriend decided to fly me out and have me scope the place out before they came up to meet me... I will never forget any of the experiences that ensued). I say smoking session lightly, because I smoked the largest joint of the very best cannabis I've ever seen, as quickly as possible. After a bout of extreme paranoia, I settled into the bay window seat to get my wits about me. Quickly, I found myself strapped to a wooden chair with leather bindings conversing with a rather tall, surprised, and irate curly-dirty-blonde-haired woman in a blue silk dress. The conversation was almost exclusively based on her desire to convince me that I could not see her and my increasing rage to convince her that she was wrong. She stood about 5 rows back in an auditorium behind 3 rather confused looking bald men in black suits. To the back left of the building sat a handful of indistinguishable technicians whizzing away at some awful machine which I assumed was meant to send me back into the comatose realm of the living.
For some months afterwards, I would occasionally hear a strong buzzing sound and my body would start to collapse in on itself. The buzzing grew incredibly loud and then popped. I found myself in a darkened hallway with some faint and foreign geometric tiles on the wall. Mind you, this was "on the natch" and I had not yet experienced the DMT realm via the entheogen itself. Anyway, I would occasionally, in this hallway, see a bright crack up ahead, which one day was explained to me by a rather dark and raspy individual slightly to my left and behind me (which I caught only glimpses of in my peripheral vision) to be the doorway through which my spirit guide awaited me.
To make a long story short, I figured I would try my hand at DMT. Some years ago, I began my exploration into the processes of DMT. After researching, at length, the time-tested traditions of the Peruvian shamans, and other ayahuasceros, I found some enlightening articles on the internet and purchased (with surprising ease) the necessary apparati and ingredients. After a few failed attempts, I finally found the right "cookbook" and in a short amount of time, had a little vial of a faintly yellowed powder sitting in my freezer. There it sat for some time.
I had heard very few people discuss dimethyltryptamine in any polite company, but by happenstance overheard a man speaking of "being launched through the wormhole into this great glistening dome" at a local bar/coffeeshop. Brazenly (and perhaps foolishly at the time), I walked up to him and his friend (they were both substantially older than me... one was 30 something, the other 40 something) and said, "I'm sorry to bother... and this may seem like a weird question... but I overheard you talking. Are you talking about DMT?" This sparked a rather lengthy discussion, the conclusion of which lead us all to exchange numbers and set up a date. None of us had done it before, but we had all researched to some great degrees.
As it turns out, the older of the two men was a former radio-show host... he had talked to all of my heroes. He was a friend of McKenna's before he passed... still kept in contact with his brother. He had discussed DMT on-air with Rick Strassman. He had explored the minds of Sheliak (McKenna's Time-Wave Zero compatriot) and Hancock, and had delved into topics of interest with a myriad of other authors, commentators, psychonauts, conspiracy theorists, and so on. Needless to say, I was floored. I asked him if it would be possible for me to talk to any of these people and pitch some of my theories. I won't name names, but in no time, I was emailing some of the top researchers on the subject. It was incredible. But there was one little elephant in the room still... I was practically writing essays on the fundamentals of space travel... and had yet to set foot into a spaceship.
We set the tentative date, and after a grand journey to find the right equipment, the appropriate setting, a free day, and all the things that come with blasting off through the shimmering cellophaned edge of the known universe on a laserbeam... we put flame to glass. What followed was one of the most impactful journeys of my life. I won't detail the whole experience, because I don't wanna blow my whole load on my introduction, but I will say this. I have 10s, maybe even bordering a hundred or so hours of audio recorded experiences. From the buzz leading up to the journey, to the (usually) silent reverie of the trip itself, and then to the detailed and sometimes astonishing accounts of the experience. I have poured through these audio clips in baffled recollection of their power. Peoples' lives have been radically altered in a few moments of iridescently bathed terrifying bliss. New languages have formed, telepathies have forged, unbreakable bonds have coalesced between former strangers, and a whole lot of love and understanding has erupted from the Vesuvian bowels of the DMT realm.
You see, in my quest for understanding the workings of the human mind, I studied the human mind. I have yet to graduate (I'm one of those quasi-dropouts who instead of committing to an actual degree, decided that I would start studying things I find interesting. Learning for the sake of learning!), but am 160 some-odd hours into a 120-hour psychology degree. I studied drugs and behavior, physiological psychology, deviant behavior, sleep and dreaming, and many more topics that I found to be aligned with my true study... DMT. If time is any indication, I would consider myself somewhat of a DMT scholar... and having said that, know that there is almost a limitless amount of things I have yet to learn about it.
My desire as a member of DMT-NEXUS is to not only garner the wisdom of my fellow journeyers, but to also impart my struggles and triumphs in the sacred landscape of the pineal universe. Oh... and if you made it this far, you should know a few things about my writing style. This is an essay. As such, it is almost unavoidable for me to write somewhat verbosely and with a lot of ancillary adumbrations... and a whole lot of ellipses. I don't always talk like this though. I promise. I'm actually very approachable, and I have a human dialect as well. It's just that when I get on a roll and start thinking/talking about subjects on which there are faintly any true descriptions, I have to wain rhetorical and somewhat glossalalially. Translation: Sometimes, I use a lot of big words and talk too much. Sometimes I don't even make sense to myself. But hey, at least I can tell you one thing. I'm honest!
It's been a pleasure writing to you and introducing myself. I hope to hear from many of you in the near future.
With peace, love, and an adventurous heart,
J
