I was thinking going on a trip, beyond, and while i was thinking i felt myself drifting there. I hadn’t even fi____ thin_____ half a thought be______ I found my____ half‑there, half‑here, in fact there, while the other half was beyond, or here, somehow simultaneously in both places. I went there and tried to, but no, as if upon myself, since there was no one else, and all that came to mind was the vagina, a triangle pointing its sharpest angle downward, in fact more like half an hourglass, a cone or a funnel with its tip pointing down. I kept repeating obsessively, mantroid, "vagina", the cone, with its Archimedean fixed point I could grab with my left hand, so I could lift the slackened earth, and aah, I realized I was losing syllables, bleeding syllables, almost into syncope, they were draining through the orifice of the clepsidroid conish funnel. I stretched out my free hand, the right one, groping through the darkness, seeking for my lost syllables, while with the other I was holding on fruitfully to the vagina. Nishedkingforeself, I found them but alas, they were mixed together in an azeotropic soup, that it made no sense to try to untangle them, so I left them flat to the darkness, the obol paid for crossing the intraclepsidric Styx. Once I let that syllabic mush sink into the void, I realized I was holding on to death. The vagina was Death itself, and Death was a funnel, in truth the gate through which we pass when we die over there so we can be born here. Oh Death, thee, beautiful cosmic Goddess of nonandallexistence, thee who births life from nothing and turns life back into nothingness, weightless yet brimming with energy. And now I open my right eye, keeping the left one closed closed, while with the left hand I hold on to the Goddess, and with the right- the pen, the second half of the hourglass, the backwards funnel, that spits ink into word, the cone with its sharpangle pointing upward, sealing forever the wedding of Logos and Gaia, spirit and flesh, half of me living behind the closed eye whilst the other half before the opened one.
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Exp. Report Hieros Gamos
- Thread starter vlad665
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Experience report
smoalkiest
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This was cool to read, I'm sure even cooler to experience if this was a trip report
well, it is a soberish trip report. i learned to access these states of mind endogenously, and dont ask me for the process because i think its individual. its jungian in part, gurdjieffian in part, psychedellic in part amd alot of dissection of the self to intimately know every dark corner of own psyche. so, 1st one the one whit the question to mckenna, where are the elves, was done under the influence, while the second one under the influence of an endogenous called state where i can write it down, basicly in a liminal inbetween state. found i have a softspot for writing so i write it down in my way instead of the usual trip reports
