Shifting Sky
Rising Star
Hello friends,
I am a student of the world, and I call myself Shifting Sky. Psychedelics comprise the larger part of a very formative chapter in my personal mental development. From the first time I experienced hallucination, the shifting skies have been a leitmotif, even in sobriety. The far-from-novel wisdom of cliches now lost within our social amalgam drives me closer to the nature that we all share to varying degrees, as friends, humans, mammals, living things all together.
DMT has intrigued me for quite some time. I have never experienced the spice, but am presently amassing the mental and physical means to involve myself. That said, I consider myself a relatively (to my local setting) experienced user of psychedelic drugs, namely LSD, psilocybin, and a variety of phenethylamines. Maybe it's just lately, but I really enjoy tripping, losing most of any familiarity with consciousness. Both the depth and ubiquity of DMT have drawn me here - acquiring drugs is often dangerous, followed by the logistical challenge of finding a long, stress-free block of time to use them, without distraction. This leads to some rewarding introspection, however I have found myself often at a certain threshold that I am unable to pass. For me, these days, it isn't practical to increase dosage of available drugs to break through... so I've turned my sights in this direction.
I have been experiencing personal difficulty in life lately. Over the last two weeks, I have experimented with a variety of RCs, coinciding with a dramatic shift in my closest relationships. Circumstance has stranded me here, smarter and wiser than I've ever been, yet somehow also more isolated, lost with myself. From my perspective this is a terrible state to be in: the leitmotif of my most recent mushroom trip was true loneliness, arising from the oneness that occurs in true unity. It's that true loneliness is completely indistinguishable from true togetherness, and somehow most days I embody both positions, surrounded by others but rather completely mentally isolated... there's a path, and I'm following it, and I can't stop, but recently it has taken some twists and turns; I know I'm still on the path and I know that it will inevitably lead to some sort of conclusion, some well-illuminated direction and motivation, but right now, it's all but gone.
Now, I await reagents and life. I'm hoping that through this community I can approach DMT, and through DMT I can approach my life. In this realm of psychedelic metaphor, DMT is life; I'm not expecting something particularly good or bad, but particularly both; the intensity of emotion and feeling rebounds in all directions. The unpleasantness of facing deep, true fear is one thing, but when it comes down to it, I really fear waking up each day to the misty haze of insecurity and doubt.
Life is like the sky, it never stops shifting.
I am a student of the world, and I call myself Shifting Sky. Psychedelics comprise the larger part of a very formative chapter in my personal mental development. From the first time I experienced hallucination, the shifting skies have been a leitmotif, even in sobriety. The far-from-novel wisdom of cliches now lost within our social amalgam drives me closer to the nature that we all share to varying degrees, as friends, humans, mammals, living things all together.
DMT has intrigued me for quite some time. I have never experienced the spice, but am presently amassing the mental and physical means to involve myself. That said, I consider myself a relatively (to my local setting) experienced user of psychedelic drugs, namely LSD, psilocybin, and a variety of phenethylamines. Maybe it's just lately, but I really enjoy tripping, losing most of any familiarity with consciousness. Both the depth and ubiquity of DMT have drawn me here - acquiring drugs is often dangerous, followed by the logistical challenge of finding a long, stress-free block of time to use them, without distraction. This leads to some rewarding introspection, however I have found myself often at a certain threshold that I am unable to pass. For me, these days, it isn't practical to increase dosage of available drugs to break through... so I've turned my sights in this direction.
I have been experiencing personal difficulty in life lately. Over the last two weeks, I have experimented with a variety of RCs, coinciding with a dramatic shift in my closest relationships. Circumstance has stranded me here, smarter and wiser than I've ever been, yet somehow also more isolated, lost with myself. From my perspective this is a terrible state to be in: the leitmotif of my most recent mushroom trip was true loneliness, arising from the oneness that occurs in true unity. It's that true loneliness is completely indistinguishable from true togetherness, and somehow most days I embody both positions, surrounded by others but rather completely mentally isolated... there's a path, and I'm following it, and I can't stop, but recently it has taken some twists and turns; I know I'm still on the path and I know that it will inevitably lead to some sort of conclusion, some well-illuminated direction and motivation, but right now, it's all but gone.
Now, I await reagents and life. I'm hoping that through this community I can approach DMT, and through DMT I can approach my life. In this realm of psychedelic metaphor, DMT is life; I'm not expecting something particularly good or bad, but particularly both; the intensity of emotion and feeling rebounds in all directions. The unpleasantness of facing deep, true fear is one thing, but when it comes down to it, I really fear waking up each day to the misty haze of insecurity and doubt.
Life is like the sky, it never stops shifting.