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Impulse Experiences: Ongoing Compilation
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In case you're wondering, I'm still smoalking pretty regularly 
This is likely going to be a stream of consciousness. I don't feel like putting everything in a linear order, and it doesn't seem appropriate for the experience that I just landed from.
In a tarot spread recently, acutally it's on my profile, but one of the cards talks about "a situation that has been stalling..." the entire spread was regarding going deeper more regularly with psychedelics.
I've been spastic today. Highly stressed, and anxious. I feel like while in some ways I am doing better there's still a great deal that is falling apart. And so much shit rides on me... I also have been sleeping poorly, but hey it's Spring, and Spring tends to fuck me up a little bit. I brought that spastic energy into the space.
Because the power was out this morning, my routine was a bit thrown off. So I took a later shower and my journey was immediately after that. Initially, it was going to simply be a meditation, but I've been making new considerations that led me to putting the pipe to my lips. One of those considerations is paying more attention to the biochemical aspects of my mental health. IF some people take an antidepressant everyday, THEN I don't see a problem with my mindful medicine (particularly changa) use as I see fit. It also helps with certain mental dysfunctions I've been experiencing that are likely related to depression and mental health, burnout, and something else I don't want to mention to avoid forum drama.
After opening the space and saying my invocation, I attuned myself, repeating, "commit, surrender, trust." I changed things up this time, internally saying "truuuuuusssst" as I took my hit. I was trying to get more in this one hit than I normally do in two when I have a similar approach. I laid down and in a very short period of time I said "uh, oh" that oh so natural and familiar response that I tend to avoid. I got a little unnerved and opened my eyes, you know to get a semblance of "everything is okay, you're okay" which led me to immediately and simultaneously laugh and say sorry to the space to have it meet me in the same moment with "it's okay, we got you."
Then the channeling came. I closed my eyes and could see... idk what, though there was a glimpse of a space in a journey that I had forgotten about... anyway, while laughing at myself and everything that was going on, my body began to vibrate, and I noticed that my back was holding a tremendous amount of tension. Then came the shaking and discharging. Before this, I remember feeling like I had been flattened into the ground, and there was a tension in my throat and neck as though my head wasn't tilted back enough... but it was. Therefore, this was a cue from the space. I had been taught by the space recently how to open up that space energetically, so performed that practice. This generated a glossalalia, extremely complex, that resonated with the discharge and convulsing of my body. It was clearing. The glossalalia was a tandem effort and there was so much complex information. This then led to a validation of the ways in which I think that are hard to put words to, but show themselves ostensibly... it even brought up some recent interactions.
Then, gliding me down softly, they left me with a "see you next time, and it better be soon."
Now back to studying and trying to get life in order. The inner monster is rearing its head.
One love
This is likely going to be a stream of consciousness. I don't feel like putting everything in a linear order, and it doesn't seem appropriate for the experience that I just landed from.
In a tarot spread recently, acutally it's on my profile, but one of the cards talks about "a situation that has been stalling..." the entire spread was regarding going deeper more regularly with psychedelics.
I've been spastic today. Highly stressed, and anxious. I feel like while in some ways I am doing better there's still a great deal that is falling apart. And so much shit rides on me... I also have been sleeping poorly, but hey it's Spring, and Spring tends to fuck me up a little bit. I brought that spastic energy into the space.
Because the power was out this morning, my routine was a bit thrown off. So I took a later shower and my journey was immediately after that. Initially, it was going to simply be a meditation, but I've been making new considerations that led me to putting the pipe to my lips. One of those considerations is paying more attention to the biochemical aspects of my mental health. IF some people take an antidepressant everyday, THEN I don't see a problem with my mindful medicine (particularly changa) use as I see fit. It also helps with certain mental dysfunctions I've been experiencing that are likely related to depression and mental health, burnout, and something else I don't want to mention to avoid forum drama.
After opening the space and saying my invocation, I attuned myself, repeating, "commit, surrender, trust." I changed things up this time, internally saying "truuuuuusssst" as I took my hit. I was trying to get more in this one hit than I normally do in two when I have a similar approach. I laid down and in a very short period of time I said "uh, oh" that oh so natural and familiar response that I tend to avoid. I got a little unnerved and opened my eyes, you know to get a semblance of "everything is okay, you're okay" which led me to immediately and simultaneously laugh and say sorry to the space to have it meet me in the same moment with "it's okay, we got you."
Then the channeling came. I closed my eyes and could see... idk what, though there was a glimpse of a space in a journey that I had forgotten about... anyway, while laughing at myself and everything that was going on, my body began to vibrate, and I noticed that my back was holding a tremendous amount of tension. Then came the shaking and discharging. Before this, I remember feeling like I had been flattened into the ground, and there was a tension in my throat and neck as though my head wasn't tilted back enough... but it was. Therefore, this was a cue from the space. I had been taught by the space recently how to open up that space energetically, so performed that practice. This generated a glossalalia, extremely complex, that resonated with the discharge and convulsing of my body. It was clearing. The glossalalia was a tandem effort and there was so much complex information. This then led to a validation of the ways in which I think that are hard to put words to, but show themselves ostensibly... it even brought up some recent interactions.
Then, gliding me down softly, they left me with a "see you next time, and it better be soon."
Now back to studying and trying to get life in order. The inner monster is rearing its head.
One love
It's funny when things just happen.
One thing that I've wanted to get in the habit of doing, but rarely do, is redose more, as well as just sit with a pipe loaded with changa and hit it to my liking. I tend to be so anxious and fraught that I have to hurry, or at least I feel I need to. Just get the hits in and out of the way, and then I'm not taking much in. And then I end up with a mild frustration resting underneath the surface of my skin because while I'm satisfied that I did something, it's usually not "enough." And round and round we go.
I've been sitting at my altar with my nightly after streaming on many nights. The changa pipe has been on the altar, with changa in it, all week because of a weeklong ritual I put myself through. Earlier in the night something told me to look at the pipe and so I glanced over and the idea to journey was then implanted into my mind in a more prominent way. This makes me think about if sometimes entities or hyperspace embeds messages in the mind that seem part and parcel like one's own thoughts, but they aren't. I wonder this because I feel like something set me up.
I took a few sips of my tea after eating some of an edible and taking a dab and then proceeded to take one hit off the pipe... then another a few minutes later... then another a few minutes later... and.... yeah...
A journey complete with visuals, glossolalia, energetic discharging, dancing, joy, interaction... all the good stuff.
Then, another thought, that may have been mine, but I'm not really sure, came in and asked "glad you made this choice, huh?" Which caused me to burst out in laughter.
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One thing that I've wanted to get in the habit of doing, but rarely do, is redose more, as well as just sit with a pipe loaded with changa and hit it to my liking. I tend to be so anxious and fraught that I have to hurry, or at least I feel I need to. Just get the hits in and out of the way, and then I'm not taking much in. And then I end up with a mild frustration resting underneath the surface of my skin because while I'm satisfied that I did something, it's usually not "enough." And round and round we go.
I've been sitting at my altar with my nightly after streaming on many nights. The changa pipe has been on the altar, with changa in it, all week because of a weeklong ritual I put myself through. Earlier in the night something told me to look at the pipe and so I glanced over and the idea to journey was then implanted into my mind in a more prominent way. This makes me think about if sometimes entities or hyperspace embeds messages in the mind that seem part and parcel like one's own thoughts, but they aren't. I wonder this because I feel like something set me up.
I took a few sips of my tea after eating some of an edible and taking a dab and then proceeded to take one hit off the pipe... then another a few minutes later... then another a few minutes later... and.... yeah...
A journey complete with visuals, glossolalia, energetic discharging, dancing, joy, interaction... all the good stuff.
Then, another thought, that may have been mine, but I'm not really sure, came in and asked "glad you made this choice, huh?" Which caused me to burst out in laughter.
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Yeeeeeah baby, that's what I'm talking about!!! Reading your beautiful spotantenous journeys really ignites a fire in me, a fire that calls me to DMT...the day is coming, I can feel it. But I need to be patient.
Careful, that's how they snatch your pineal and auction it among themselves!!!
Thank you brother! I'm hoping to keep the changa train going! Hop on! All aboard!
And they auctioned it back to me, so it's all good
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And they auctioned it back to me, so it's all good
One love
Changa Musings
Executive decision: Instead of making a bunch of blends to put into my fireproof box, I will instead just put all of the necessary ingredients inside the box for the desire number of batches I'd like to make. I figured this would be better because I have a couple batches that smell a little...
forum.dmt-nexus.me
Change is constant and we are no exception. Sometimes, maybe even most of the time, that change can be a little unnerving.
I mentioned this journey already in the post above, but I didn't cover a certain base. Something that has been bothering me, but to some degree I don't feel like I can help.
A thought that had been making rounds throughout the day, symptomatic of just hardship, was "not giving a f*ck..."
And that thought was prevalent when I chose to grab the pipe last night and pull harder than I normally do... I just didn't give a f*ck. That's not to say the reverence, respect, and connection that I usually focus on, quite the contrary, but I'm so worn out that I didn't have the energy to deal with the normal blocks that come up for me in these ventures these days. I'm also tired of these blocks. I'm also tired of being tired of them...
But then I'm a little torn, because there's still a part of me that is apathetic as previously mentioned about how deep I go as long as I have some sense of necessary satisfaction from my efforts. Maybe that's part of it, that I'm only partly satisfied often times.
The not giving a f mentality I've often viewed as more problematic than beneficial. But at the same time, if part of my neurotic issues is caring too much, than maybe this is an inflection point of balance for me. Perhaps it's more of what empowerment looks like. Maybe a cue that I don't have to worry about a great deal that causes me stress. I don't know, I'm just spit-balling.
Thanks for reading.
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rkba
Titanium Teammate
I have an unfounded fear -by personal experience- for murky water. I'll wade knee deep, but after that, fear of the unseen creatures takes foothold. My foot!
Then Creation showed me gently my fallacy. It put me on a cross-path with a woman, 15yrs older than me, that swam across a semi-large (~75-100m across) flowing river that was very murky. Sat on the other side and swam back. During the conversation afterwards she revealed that this was part of a weekly routine that she has since childhood. She had been doing this for more than 50yrs!
Here we have alligators, water moccasins, and very large fish in all waterbodies. On top of if that, I read somewhere that bullsharks can swim upriver for many hundreds of miles inland... Bullsharks!
Yet, she was still alive and had all her limbs attached. Now, maybe this was the song of a river-siren, trying to lure me into the river, or maybe the crosspath was created to show me the mechanisms of unfounded inhibitions. Inhibiting me to explore the unknown.
A lot of our inhibitions/fears are based on stories and not necessarily personal experiences. Ideally, one would evaluate each inhibition against the validity of its base and re-adjust as needed.
Life gives you many examples, and many opportunities, to re-adjust -- if one pleases to do so. In the end it doesn't matter which path one chooses, but the path aligned with ones own Heart seems to be preferable.
Then Creation showed me gently my fallacy. It put me on a cross-path with a woman, 15yrs older than me, that swam across a semi-large (~75-100m across) flowing river that was very murky. Sat on the other side and swam back. During the conversation afterwards she revealed that this was part of a weekly routine that she has since childhood. She had been doing this for more than 50yrs!
Here we have alligators, water moccasins, and very large fish in all waterbodies. On top of if that, I read somewhere that bullsharks can swim upriver for many hundreds of miles inland... Bullsharks!
Yet, she was still alive and had all her limbs attached. Now, maybe this was the song of a river-siren, trying to lure me into the river, or maybe the crosspath was created to show me the mechanisms of unfounded inhibitions. Inhibiting me to explore the unknown.
A lot of our inhibitions/fears are based on stories and not necessarily personal experiences. Ideally, one would evaluate each inhibition against the validity of its base and re-adjust as needed.
Life gives you many examples, and many opportunities, to re-adjust -- if one pleases to do so. In the end it doesn't matter which path one chooses, but the path aligned with ones own Heart seems to be preferable.
Uhhhh, I don't know where to put this...
After this "experience," I guess i could say that I'm "tapped in."
I spent a lot of time at the center reorganizing things for some changes that are happening. Sometimes when I leave the center I feel a bit activated, like a trip is coming on.
When I got home, I did my normal stuff, laying on my shakti mat and eating some jambalaya and chicken and nuggets before making some Sleeptime Extra with some kirkii added. I took a dab, ate an edible and sat/laid at my altar, alternating between playing my steel tongue drum and listening to music. I got up towards the end, took another dab, and did a yoga flow.
Afterwards, I went down to the kitchen to get some snacks before getting ready for bed. I felt kind of odd walking down the stairs. Then, everything in the kitchen was extra vibrant, with a strange hue to everything, again, like the come up for a trip.
Even my phone looked like it does when a trip is hitting me. I called a friend just to have someone to talk to about it. I wasn't freaking out, but it was very strange.
It's like the cannabis and yoga flow tapped into an energy system that woke me up even more.
Or I'm just tapped in
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After this "experience," I guess i could say that I'm "tapped in."
I spent a lot of time at the center reorganizing things for some changes that are happening. Sometimes when I leave the center I feel a bit activated, like a trip is coming on.
When I got home, I did my normal stuff, laying on my shakti mat and eating some jambalaya and chicken and nuggets before making some Sleeptime Extra with some kirkii added. I took a dab, ate an edible and sat/laid at my altar, alternating between playing my steel tongue drum and listening to music. I got up towards the end, took another dab, and did a yoga flow.
Afterwards, I went down to the kitchen to get some snacks before getting ready for bed. I felt kind of odd walking down the stairs. Then, everything in the kitchen was extra vibrant, with a strange hue to everything, again, like the come up for a trip.
Even my phone looked like it does when a trip is hitting me. I called a friend just to have someone to talk to about it. I wasn't freaking out, but it was very strange.
It's like the cannabis and yoga flow tapped into an energy system that woke me up even more.
Or I'm just tapped in
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can't help but imagine this being played using one's tongue, but of course it isn't
Like a square peg in a round hole
I'm sure there's a thread around here titled "cannabis - definitely a psychedelic" so yer all good, brutha
Well, yes. The center I work for got its start using cannabis only.I'm sure there's a thread around here titled "cannabis - definitely a psychedelic" so yer all good, brutha
Its just the way in which this happened and the flavor was... different.
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Definitely the planets, I mean, just take a look at this:
we got jupiter conjunct the sun and square to neptune and saturn, themselves at the point of a harmonious arrangement with some other gubbins. No wonder it got a bit weird - and that's without even looking at mercury, or what direction they're moving in
I see they've included Chiron, but imo that's just daft.
we got jupiter conjunct the sun and square to neptune and saturn, themselves at the point of a harmonious arrangement with some other gubbins. No wonder it got a bit weird - and that's without even looking at mercury, or what direction they're moving in
I see they've included Chiron, but imo that's just daft.
So, I was partly just messing around here, but it's something of an amusing coincidence that Neptune just went retrograde:Definitely the planets, I mean, just take a look at this:
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we got jupiter conjunct the sun and square to neptune and saturn, themselves at the point of a harmonious arrangement with some other gubbins. No wonder it got a bit weird - and that's without even looking at mercury, or what direction they're moving in
I see they've included Chiron, but imo that's just daft.
When I take a hit and a certain level of kick hits the back of my throat, it's time to buckle in.
At least when the time is right, I'm aware I'll be ready. But will I remember that past this moment?
I woke up from a nap. I wanted a reason to lay in bed longer. I got up and packed my changa pipe. That makes no sense because I had to get up, but hey here we are (the goal was to avoiding getting up at all, but it was a catch-22).
One hit that made me say, "oh, my" as I felt the intensity in the back of my throat. I set the pipe down and laid back, feeling the rush of the onset.
I caved and opened my eyes. Then I immediately closed them. I could immediately sense the experience dial itself back. Despite this, the majority of the experience was simply being with the anxiety, fear, and nervousness; that dynamic feeling in the gut and chest. Even when I knew nothing more would happen and acknowledged everything was fine, that feeling was still very present.
There seems to have been some pent up energy, disorganized and ungrounded in the regions where the root and sacral chakras reside. Regions of groudedness, stability, and sexual energy and creativity. Focusing on this space, my body began discharging, with that region as the nexus. So I shook under my weighted blanket for a while. As always, a cathartic experience.
Very valuable experience. Very eye opening... inward.
One love
At least when the time is right, I'm aware I'll be ready. But will I remember that past this moment?
I woke up from a nap. I wanted a reason to lay in bed longer. I got up and packed my changa pipe. That makes no sense because I had to get up, but hey here we are (the goal was to avoiding getting up at all, but it was a catch-22).
One hit that made me say, "oh, my" as I felt the intensity in the back of my throat. I set the pipe down and laid back, feeling the rush of the onset.
I caved and opened my eyes. Then I immediately closed them. I could immediately sense the experience dial itself back. Despite this, the majority of the experience was simply being with the anxiety, fear, and nervousness; that dynamic feeling in the gut and chest. Even when I knew nothing more would happen and acknowledged everything was fine, that feeling was still very present.
There seems to have been some pent up energy, disorganized and ungrounded in the regions where the root and sacral chakras reside. Regions of groudedness, stability, and sexual energy and creativity. Focusing on this space, my body began discharging, with that region as the nexus. So I shook under my weighted blanket for a while. As always, a cathartic experience.
Very valuable experience. Very eye opening... inward.
One love
In an effort to reinforce insights and treasures gained from my mushroom journey, with wonderful magical Golden Teachers, last Thursday, I finally came back to changa after about a week away. Instead of being so fraught and self-doubting, I went in aligned, centered in self, being more deeply aware of my capabilities and capacities. There was almost no anxiety, even with the expressed intent to "see the veil."
It's interesting the amazing mileage I'm getting off of these medicines. Naturally, trying to get to the veil, I could have certainly overshot the mark. My journey was from two small pinches of changa out of the jar, and then two pulls, totalling in about 9 seconds of inhaling, and holding each hit for about 20. It's the holding that's the key. I'll always advocate for that.
Once I hit the veil, I didn't want to dissuade the flow, so held on to my pipe for the first several moments, feeling something on the other side of the veil beckoning. I didn't want to open my eyes to put the pipe down until I was more settled in.
When I finally opened my eyes, seeing the smooth texture that comes with certain levels and experiences of DMT, I set the pipe down, swiveled my legs to the side, and in a controlled manner, laid down. I'm really just making note of that to signal to myself that while I'm aware a lot of shit can happen, I also have a great deal of agency and self-regulation as resources to navigate the experience.
From there I just basked, staring at my nebula light on the ceiling and moving my mind and body through voids of mystical and philosophical natures.
Very beautiful. Very confident. I'm taking notes. I'm staying committed.
One love
It's interesting the amazing mileage I'm getting off of these medicines. Naturally, trying to get to the veil, I could have certainly overshot the mark. My journey was from two small pinches of changa out of the jar, and then two pulls, totalling in about 9 seconds of inhaling, and holding each hit for about 20. It's the holding that's the key. I'll always advocate for that.
Once I hit the veil, I didn't want to dissuade the flow, so held on to my pipe for the first several moments, feeling something on the other side of the veil beckoning. I didn't want to open my eyes to put the pipe down until I was more settled in.
When I finally opened my eyes, seeing the smooth texture that comes with certain levels and experiences of DMT, I set the pipe down, swiveled my legs to the side, and in a controlled manner, laid down. I'm really just making note of that to signal to myself that while I'm aware a lot of shit can happen, I also have a great deal of agency and self-regulation as resources to navigate the experience.
From there I just basked, staring at my nebula light on the ceiling and moving my mind and body through voids of mystical and philosophical natures.
Very beautiful. Very confident. I'm taking notes. I'm staying committed.
One love
Even though this happened today, Post in thread 'Why DMT Scares Me' Why DMT Scares Me I went for it again after taking a bath. It was the changa bowl this time, still sitting at my altar, since I initially intended to redose with it after the above journey, but wanted to let that one end on a good note since it was so positive.
I took a hit that kicked me in the back of the throat. This was a little more work, like a workshop, wherein I had to do equal parts shadow work while discerning and giving back what's not mine. And now I'm pleasantly laying in the afterglow with a nice fine line balance of not giving a f.
A lot of self-acceptance was my gift to myself in this one.
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I took a hit that kicked me in the back of the throat. This was a little more work, like a workshop, wherein I had to do equal parts shadow work while discerning and giving back what's not mine. And now I'm pleasantly laying in the afterglow with a nice fine line balance of not giving a f.
A lot of self-acceptance was my gift to myself in this one.
One love
As I am consciously growing into confidence, I am taking notes.
I just had a changa yoga flow, where, while eyes closed for the majority, I could flow in the physical world while being tied into and entwined with another reality behind my eyelids. A jester, or some other being, with what looked like a bandaged face, similar to the stereotypical look of a mummy costume, "peering at me" from "beneath the boards."
This isn't a new kind of experience, but it was a time where it was my direct intention: changa and yoga.
When certain worries are cast aside and I'm willing to "take the risk," or what feels like one, the more I can see and realize and embrace in myself.
One love
I just had a changa yoga flow, where, while eyes closed for the majority, I could flow in the physical world while being tied into and entwined with another reality behind my eyelids. A jester, or some other being, with what looked like a bandaged face, similar to the stereotypical look of a mummy costume, "peering at me" from "beneath the boards."
This isn't a new kind of experience, but it was a time where it was my direct intention: changa and yoga.
When certain worries are cast aside and I'm willing to "take the risk," or what feels like one, the more I can see and realize and embrace in myself.
One love
Never a dull moment with DMT and harmalas, even when you think it'll be a run of the mill experience. Well, that's actually meaningless, at least to me, because there is no run of the mill experience with DMT and harmalas. I was feeling meh today, feeling achy and fatigued. I was trying to study but found it hard to focus. Naturally, I'd been thinking about some changa because I am always kind of thinking about these things.
I packed a bowl of a blend consisting of skullcap, mullein, and blue lotus (I think, seeing as I failed to label the jar and I am too lazy right now to open up the changa creation station to try and match herbs). Taking five or six small hits, I set the bong down and laid back and relaxed into the experience. My degree of relaxation was so great that for the longest time I held my wrists in a kind of T-rex position for a while, realizing I could drop my hands, but allowing everything to just be.
I was also on 1.3mg of psilocin.
The experience seemed to be dying down until it seemed to be ramping up. It didn't really add up or make much sense to me. It was like a delayed onset of some sort, but I wasn't sure what it was relevant to. Did the harmalas delay the DMT onset for some reason? Did the harmalas find a synergy with the psilocin after the DMT wore off. Was there some kind of weird interaction with some of the meds that I am on? Naturally, my mind jumped to the worst case scenario and I was prepared to be deep in hyperspace without any agency, even though the bowl I packed wasn't very big at all. It's such an unknown to me. It's why it scares me.
I tried to call a friend. I'm glad that he didn't answer, because it was something deep down that I knew I could manage and navigate on my own. It was a little bit bumpy, but everything was fine.
There's some humor in this because I was totally okay with something very light and ended up getting so much more. While I am trying to "take it easy" in my life, I am an intense person, and one can only take it so easy with DMT.
One love
I packed a bowl of a blend consisting of skullcap, mullein, and blue lotus (I think, seeing as I failed to label the jar and I am too lazy right now to open up the changa creation station to try and match herbs). Taking five or six small hits, I set the bong down and laid back and relaxed into the experience. My degree of relaxation was so great that for the longest time I held my wrists in a kind of T-rex position for a while, realizing I could drop my hands, but allowing everything to just be.
I was also on 1.3mg of psilocin.
The experience seemed to be dying down until it seemed to be ramping up. It didn't really add up or make much sense to me. It was like a delayed onset of some sort, but I wasn't sure what it was relevant to. Did the harmalas delay the DMT onset for some reason? Did the harmalas find a synergy with the psilocin after the DMT wore off. Was there some kind of weird interaction with some of the meds that I am on? Naturally, my mind jumped to the worst case scenario and I was prepared to be deep in hyperspace without any agency, even though the bowl I packed wasn't very big at all. It's such an unknown to me. It's why it scares me.
I tried to call a friend. I'm glad that he didn't answer, because it was something deep down that I knew I could manage and navigate on my own. It was a little bit bumpy, but everything was fine.
There's some humor in this because I was totally okay with something very light and ended up getting so much more. While I am trying to "take it easy" in my life, I am an intense person, and one can only take it so easy with DMT.
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I need to look this one up - Sounds like an inspiration station too!
Post in thread 'How does your changa look like ?' How does your changa look like ?
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My job is funny. And while sometimes there can be a lull in work, I am so thankful.
I had to guide and journey today when I was scheduled to just be support for the training class that is happening this week. There were an odd number of students, so I tend to be the go-to if I am also around.
So, I got paid to do what I already do for a couple hours and then I got paid to get high and be guided by one of the students. Another day at the office.
I just want to share a few notes from my breathwork cannabis experience.
For how short it was, it's in the running for one of the most intense and meaningful. With breathwork, tetany is often part and parcel of the experience as CO2 levels rise in the body. Usually it takes a few songs before I start to get the bigger effects from the breathwork, like the tetany. My lips started to feel buzzy and numb a few minutes in and my hands started to tingle and close shortly after that, all the while somatically discharging.
A little while in, my hands in claws and feeling a squeezing tightness around my torso and ribcage, the shaking suddenly stopped. The tetany was still increasing, but the breath stopped in its tracks and I felt myself flowing in ecstatic healing waters, for lack of a better description. Then I began shaking again, feeling like I was hiking up a volcanic mountain, and so the breathwork would continue. Then it would taper off and stop again. This happened repeatedly until I found myself in this liminal void that was beautifully relaxing a peaceful, restoring me, which was part of my intention.
The best part to me was the paradox in that I had never experienced tetany so intensely before, but I have also never handled it so well, completely surrendering to it, witnessing and allowing, trusting the process and the experience.
And then I was. Just landed. And hungry. But I have some stuff to unpack around this wonderful experience.
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I had to guide and journey today when I was scheduled to just be support for the training class that is happening this week. There were an odd number of students, so I tend to be the go-to if I am also around.
So, I got paid to do what I already do for a couple hours and then I got paid to get high and be guided by one of the students. Another day at the office.
I just want to share a few notes from my breathwork cannabis experience.
For how short it was, it's in the running for one of the most intense and meaningful. With breathwork, tetany is often part and parcel of the experience as CO2 levels rise in the body. Usually it takes a few songs before I start to get the bigger effects from the breathwork, like the tetany. My lips started to feel buzzy and numb a few minutes in and my hands started to tingle and close shortly after that, all the while somatically discharging.
A little while in, my hands in claws and feeling a squeezing tightness around my torso and ribcage, the shaking suddenly stopped. The tetany was still increasing, but the breath stopped in its tracks and I felt myself flowing in ecstatic healing waters, for lack of a better description. Then I began shaking again, feeling like I was hiking up a volcanic mountain, and so the breathwork would continue. Then it would taper off and stop again. This happened repeatedly until I found myself in this liminal void that was beautifully relaxing a peaceful, restoring me, which was part of my intention.
The best part to me was the paradox in that I had never experienced tetany so intensely before, but I have also never handled it so well, completely surrendering to it, witnessing and allowing, trusting the process and the experience.
And then I was. Just landed. And hungry. But I have some stuff to unpack around this wonderful experience.
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