WookieStardust
Rising Star
Hi all!
So first of all, I'll just say that I'm not normally one for joining forums and such, however this particular website has unknowingly helped me out tremendously (was *this* close to giving myself serotonin syndrome recently). This essay is terribly overdue, and I look forward to contributing what I can to this community
. It starts a little heavy, but I'm assuming most of you are familiar with "a little heavy" so yeah... Plus I can't paint the picture I wish to paint in any less words...
ONWARD!
Oldest of 3 boys, loving family (in their own way). Hardworking, relatively conservative parents. Old man is a miner, rarely drinks, never touched anything that wasn't prescribed by a doc. Mother is a verrry occasional stoner (unknown to father haha), love a bit of wine here and there. Loves her horses more. I grew up in a mining town of about 3000. Nearest set of traffic lights was 150km away.
Got to about 15, was very new to drinking (like 4 or 5 "nights out" under my belt) and nearly literally drank myself to death. Primarily because I was too naive to know that it was possible. Was with 4 people, of which I trusted 1. I drank a 6 pack of beer, nearly 700ml of smirnoff and half a liter of tequila in just over two hours. Stupid right? Woke up from a medically induced coma 5 days later. June will be the 10 year anniversary of that little incident. If it wasn't for the 2 that didn't run when I hit the deck I wouldn't be here right now. You'll see the significance of mentioning this soon, if you haven't already picked it...
So a few years later I end up bailing out of school about 6 months before grad coz i'd lost interest since coming back. I knew a high school certificate wasn't worth shit for me and so I started working in all kinds of jobs until I decided for sure on what to do. Last year I began studying audio engineering. It's perfect. Nowadays alcohol hasn't ever really been a problem, nothing i've ever had to seriously worry about anyways. These days i'm hitting it hard if I buy 2 6 packs in a week. Having said this, there was a bad 8-month binge of synthetic weed, about 4 years ago. Those were dark days, and mainly that way because I had drug tests to worry about. Haven't touched it since a very close encounter with a trip to the hospital. Ever since, anything that I've ever knowingly ingested has been researched extensively. These days it's pretty much mj and psyches. We work together like a rapper and his beat
My view on psyches come from a healing perspective, and have been that way ever since my first lsd trip in my room by myself. I believe that although they are certainly not the answer, they can serve as a very effective catalyst for some serious breakthroughs and self improvement. Even if it's just a camping trip with a couple of friends and some liberty caps, or a night in with Shpongle.
^^^Totally open to discussion on this standpoint.
I've experienced the sense of communal unity that comes with mushies, I've experienced being hypnotized on lsd whilst watching fractals move around to psytrance on my headphones, rapidly figuring out the answer to many of life's little secrets, illusions and wonders. I've never tried FB DMT, but changa... Oh my.
So during a recent experiment with my Rokit v5 and about .085g of 55% enhanced leaf, i experienced some serious deja vu.
It was my first time in hyperspace in a dark room AND music. I went with Time, by Pink Floyd. A song that although I probably should be, I'm not very familiar with. Before I knew it I was getting examined by some sort of light going from right to left in my vision (which has happened before). The light went away and I was in this dark blue low-lit room about the size of your average bedroom, and a giant entity that reminds me of Shadow Man from Adventure Time, comes through the roof and shrinks down to an equal height while lifting me up with an outstretched hand. We leave the room and before I know it, a whole bunch of swirling geometric shapes appear in my vision. I hear this calm male voice saying "all the pretty things are just sideshows", and then the shapes spread out to make up the very next place I was in, Shadow Man disappears. Eventually the shapes settle into these fluro/neon (yet somewhat organic looking) walls of a hallway as golden hieroglyphic symbols. The place itself seemed to be a mixture of mainly pink/red with spots and lines of blue/green/purple, etc mixed in. I didn't look at the floor, but I felt like I was on some kind of horizontal escalator.
Next thing there's a bright white light in the distance, and I'm going straight for it, not rapidly, but quick enough. My initial intention (at least from what I can remember) was "boo-yah! I bet that goes somewhere good!". However by the time the light feels like it's getting close I start to panic, like, really panic. Nothing about the light changed, and I wasn't moving any faster or slower. But I felt like all of a sudden I knew where I was going, because I'd been there before. When I was comatose.
Nearly immediately after I begin to panic, I start the decent back in to this reality. Back down the hallway, back through the blue room with the shadow entity calmly waving goodbye... Where I saw a flash of the silhouette of a completely different entity sitting in the lotus position. I open my eyes in exact synchronicity with the lines "Home, home again. I like to be here when I can" playing in my headphones. And boom, back in my bedroom.
The place I was going... Or at least where I thought I was going... Has distinct memories attached to it. During the resurfacing from my coma, I remember a separate room that I didn't visit during this time in hyperspace, but was made up of exactly the same architecture. It was here that I spoke to an entity that I could only call a combination of my higher self, my spirit guide, and a gatekeeper all in one. I pushed it to the back of my mind when I was younger, naturally I wasn't sure what to do with it. Even if I could talk to someone who wouldn't call me crazy, they certainly wouldn't take a 15 year old seriously. Or worse, they would. But this entity... It made me laugh, cry, angry, left me in awe, comforted me... It told me things that I can't recall in the slightest.
So I feel like I panicked during this trip because I knew where I was going and I was NOT prepared for it. Like someone who gets a once-off opportunity to meet their idol, and they freeze.
I'm going to finish this up with... This higher-self entity, has anybody else on here ever experienced anything like this? And can anybody point me in the right direction for literature on using psychedelics as a catalyst for a somewhat meditative, trance-like state?
Or should I consider what happened during the trip I spoke of to be purely a chance encounter?
Thanks for reading
Safe travels
So first of all, I'll just say that I'm not normally one for joining forums and such, however this particular website has unknowingly helped me out tremendously (was *this* close to giving myself serotonin syndrome recently). This essay is terribly overdue, and I look forward to contributing what I can to this community
. It starts a little heavy, but I'm assuming most of you are familiar with "a little heavy" so yeah... Plus I can't paint the picture I wish to paint in any less words...ONWARD!
Oldest of 3 boys, loving family (in their own way
). Hardworking, relatively conservative parents. Old man is a miner, rarely drinks, never touched anything that wasn't prescribed by a doc. Mother is a verrry occasional stoner (unknown to father haha), love a bit of wine here and there. Loves her horses more. I grew up in a mining town of about 3000. Nearest set of traffic lights was 150km away. Got to about 15, was very new to drinking (like 4 or 5 "nights out" under my belt) and nearly literally drank myself to death. Primarily because I was too naive to know that it was possible. Was with 4 people, of which I trusted 1. I drank a 6 pack of beer, nearly 700ml of smirnoff and half a liter of tequila in just over two hours. Stupid right? Woke up from a medically induced coma 5 days later. June will be the 10 year anniversary of that little incident. If it wasn't for the 2 that didn't run when I hit the deck I wouldn't be here right now. You'll see the significance of mentioning this soon, if you haven't already picked it...
So a few years later I end up bailing out of school about 6 months before grad coz i'd lost interest since coming back. I knew a high school certificate wasn't worth shit for me and so I started working in all kinds of jobs until I decided for sure on what to do. Last year I began studying audio engineering. It's perfect. Nowadays alcohol hasn't ever really been a problem, nothing i've ever had to seriously worry about anyways. These days i'm hitting it hard if I buy 2 6 packs in a week. Having said this, there was a bad 8-month binge of synthetic weed, about 4 years ago. Those were dark days, and mainly that way because I had drug tests to worry about. Haven't touched it since a very close encounter with a trip to the hospital. Ever since, anything that I've ever knowingly ingested has been researched extensively. These days it's pretty much mj and psyches. We work together like a rapper and his beat
My view on psyches come from a healing perspective, and have been that way ever since my first lsd trip in my room by myself. I believe that although they are certainly not the answer, they can serve as a very effective catalyst for some serious breakthroughs and self improvement. Even if it's just a camping trip with a couple of friends and some liberty caps, or a night in with Shpongle.
^^^Totally open to discussion on this standpoint.
I've experienced the sense of communal unity that comes with mushies, I've experienced being hypnotized on lsd whilst watching fractals move around to psytrance on my headphones, rapidly figuring out the answer to many of life's little secrets, illusions and wonders. I've never tried FB DMT, but changa... Oh my.
So during a recent experiment with my Rokit v5 and about .085g of 55% enhanced leaf, i experienced some serious deja vu.
It was my first time in hyperspace in a dark room AND music. I went with Time, by Pink Floyd. A song that although I probably should be, I'm not very familiar with. Before I knew it I was getting examined by some sort of light going from right to left in my vision (which has happened before). The light went away and I was in this dark blue low-lit room about the size of your average bedroom, and a giant entity that reminds me of Shadow Man from Adventure Time, comes through the roof and shrinks down to an equal height while lifting me up with an outstretched hand. We leave the room and before I know it, a whole bunch of swirling geometric shapes appear in my vision. I hear this calm male voice saying "all the pretty things are just sideshows", and then the shapes spread out to make up the very next place I was in, Shadow Man disappears. Eventually the shapes settle into these fluro/neon (yet somewhat organic looking) walls of a hallway as golden hieroglyphic symbols. The place itself seemed to be a mixture of mainly pink/red with spots and lines of blue/green/purple, etc mixed in. I didn't look at the floor, but I felt like I was on some kind of horizontal escalator.
Next thing there's a bright white light in the distance, and I'm going straight for it, not rapidly, but quick enough. My initial intention (at least from what I can remember) was "boo-yah! I bet that goes somewhere good!". However by the time the light feels like it's getting close I start to panic, like, really panic. Nothing about the light changed, and I wasn't moving any faster or slower. But I felt like all of a sudden I knew where I was going, because I'd been there before. When I was comatose.
Nearly immediately after I begin to panic, I start the decent back in to this reality. Back down the hallway, back through the blue room with the shadow entity calmly waving goodbye... Where I saw a flash of the silhouette of a completely different entity sitting in the lotus position. I open my eyes in exact synchronicity with the lines "Home, home again. I like to be here when I can" playing in my headphones. And boom, back in my bedroom.
The place I was going... Or at least where I thought I was going... Has distinct memories attached to it. During the resurfacing from my coma, I remember a separate room that I didn't visit during this time in hyperspace, but was made up of exactly the same architecture. It was here that I spoke to an entity that I could only call a combination of my higher self, my spirit guide, and a gatekeeper all in one. I pushed it to the back of my mind when I was younger, naturally I wasn't sure what to do with it. Even if I could talk to someone who wouldn't call me crazy, they certainly wouldn't take a 15 year old seriously. Or worse, they would. But this entity... It made me laugh, cry, angry, left me in awe, comforted me... It told me things that I can't recall in the slightest.
So I feel like I panicked during this trip because I knew where I was going and I was NOT prepared for it. Like someone who gets a once-off opportunity to meet their idol, and they freeze.
I'm going to finish this up with... This higher-self entity, has anybody else on here ever experienced anything like this? And can anybody point me in the right direction for literature on using psychedelics as a catalyst for a somewhat meditative, trance-like state?
Or should I consider what happened during the trip I spoke of to be purely a chance encounter?
Thanks for reading
Safe travels
