wednesdayayay
Rising Star
Hello fellow transdimensional creatures and mappers of the space aberration has come to call home
I have been reading here for a while now but want to start being a part of these conversations.
Some thoughts that have been weighing on my mind lately
I have been feeling lately like two things are dying or have really already died the arts of storytelling and hand writing. Where people would sit and recant the stories that their grandfather and father told them that one day they will pass on to their own children. There are no communal celebrations anymore where a whole village or town goes to see the plays put on for the furthering of intellect as with the greeks.
I feel like time flows from future to past just as much as it does from past to future. That before I ever tried salvia or caffeine I had already perfected my blend for changa, that before my first step as a child I had grown a wonderful bond betwixt myself and the caapi plant. That even as I was being born so was I also dying and even as I have already died I have also been born again and again.
I have been trying to search through intense bodily sensations of pain or pleasure until finding it is just a feeling of which if i can let go of my pre conceived idea of what it should be, that it can be nothing. I have been observing more that our bodies and objects around us are constantly in flux and the atoms being released carry with them an idea or a memory of a place or an object or a sound or smell. these atoms flow in and out of everything all life has within it ideas and memories of all past life and perhaps of life that has yet to be. This could be a part of the spirit or magic of some plants, some plants or fungi could perhaps be attractors for specific kinds of memory laden atoms. Which when consumed release these ideas and spirit and magic all at different times or all together. Also though all vegetable matter holds different compositions of these memories and when we eat any of them they are providing these things for us some of them are just more apparent. So perhaps the huge amount of physical space it would take to hold our collective memories and ideas is that on which we walk and eat from.
For myself closing my eyes is the way to approach my psychedelic experiences, in silence (other than the sounds which naturally occur outside or around me), alone or with a very close person, laying down or sitting cross legged allowing the experience to be what it will naturally be without trying to shape it by anything other than intention. I believe intention is a powerful tool, when used in combination with any kind of drug at all. I would like to explore more of the world of smudging and cleansing an area, I tried this with my first changa experience with what I consider much success in combination with intention, respect and the honest pledge of integration that vision will be remembered for a long time to come.
I claim to be a practitioner or improvisation in all aspects of life that i can involve it. I feel like improvisation celebrates infinite possibility and that nothing we can do is wrong or write but simply is. I feel as if improvisation is an expression of not wanting to know all the answers but instead to provide your own unique answers that are just as true. I feel like trying to better myself through different plant tools and spirits and earnest contemplation on things like why i shut off to things i don't like or why i feel like i am always in the unique position of being right (I have recently let go of an additional piece of my old self that held such things close to himself, not capable of sharing things that I think I am not doing to my best and fullest ability, or even admitting that to myself).
I believe in a media fast wherein for lengths of time your cut off the music and movies and instead listen to yourself and the things you have to say and think, or that other people have to think through speech. I feel like people are a lot more capable than they lead themselves to believe both physically and mentally. I am hoping to gain some other peoples ideas of icaros and to study them in general. I like the idea of aural manipulation of altered states.
This of course is all just speculative mind babbling.
A couple of months ago a friends foghat found himself in the middle of a spice extraction after reading about it for 4+ years (the preceding 8 months much more intensely than the rest of the time but he said it always came back to wanting to start working with a cactus spirit or a part of the spirit of ayahuasca ) he used the STB method on 250g of MHRB and he performed a recrystallization after a mostly light yellow powdery substance was coaxed into his container.
Now he has only tried smoking straight spice 3 or 4 times his first time achieving results he told me that a ship could be seen off in the distance (with eyes closed) whose smoke (the spoken word of god) was begat of the praise of hundreds of thousands of transmutated individuals of whom not one thought they would feel they earthly presence they had felt separately but in this instant he relived all of the wonder and awe of these people and of the people who are yet to become or simply be. The ship was lined with a thin boarder filled with the moving images of something moving it's hand with long slender fingers, the outside panels were also filled with the same images moving along the curves and bends of the chassis of this transdimensional vehicle. It looked like running a strip of 35mm film over a flashlight but in three dimensions being projected or played on the skin of the vehicle.
This was off in the distance and he knew when he had come out of this that one day he would be on that ship looking out on himself looking in on the other.
I tried a couple more times with not as much success. I read about snorting spice which i don't really like snorting much but something struck me about this like i was supposed to do it. I waited for the right day, pulled together a pile of what looked (the battery on my scale was dead, I now know I should have waited) like 50-75mg and went at it, this produced a very intense sensation like crystals were settling on the inside of my nose........ the curtains acting as an entrance to "the room" began to sway as if signaling with smoke i knew although with added nosial sensation this was happening, the CEV was an amazing bright light with the idea of death and rebirth being sounded in the visuals, unfortunately as i didn't talk much about this i lost a lot of it but the death and rebirth idea sticks with me
I started reading about changa and realizing this is what I have already done and began to do and experienced this was realized all at one in a deja vu like moment.
So foghat's foghorn "fairly" gathered some herbs and mumurmured an appropriate Shakespeare passage over the jar for extracting the essence of the changa;
"rubble cudgel royal anne stuffed bull;
wire yearn, hand call drone bub bowl.
phil "A" oaf-a chimney flake,
envy calm drun coil band rake;
I of nude't, sand tow huff rug,
wu'll ole at, and tunga off dob,
adlerists' orfuk, hand slimed- warmsting,
live certz's lek, if owleigh's wombing,-
fort "A" ch-yarn of poe 'er fewel trub ule,
lick a shell-bra'th hoyle stand nuptial.
rubble cudgel royal anne stuffed bull;
wire yearn, hand call drone bub bowl.
skill-ale of drag ham, t 'ewth of woolfth;
which his monmey, ma' n sulf
of the rave ind salseesh hark;
rute of him locke dibb 'ed er' a lark;
"live 'ere" oaf flats beaming who;
hall of oat, sand ships uth ewe
silverded'n va swoon's "eek lips";
hose off lurck, and star far hips;
ling her oath bur th'stray engulled bay bee
D'hitch-de-lizer deebye a crag,-
may "kchk the grew ule th'hick land stab":
sad wheretew aye tight grrrr's shaw drone,
fower voll in grin heed "Ee ants",
rubble cudgel royal anne stuffed bull;
wire yearn, hand call drone bub bowl.
stewl sit wit "ha" b-na am boons bload't,
S'ven la churn is fir 'n'n gewd."
here is what was used
white caapi vine - 60g.
cielio caapi leaves - 45g.
salvia 3 scoops of extracted light green powder, should have been about - 10 g. ("fairly" says his first drug experience ever {not counting sugar, caffeine} was salvia, before marihuana, or even alcohol {beyond wine sips with diner with family, thank all of us [see "god"] for the de-demonization of alcohol})
white sage - 8-10g. fresh almost debilitatingly powerful smelling (maybe it was just that this was my first time working with fresh white sage)
blue lilly - 12g.
calea - 10 g.
This was held for 1.5 weeks and evaporated onto 10 g. crushed up caapi leaves (more solvent has been extracting for the last 2.5 weeks and he'll see what comes out of that)
5 g. was put aside for mushroom exploration or some other form of potentiation
The other 5 g. had the 1.5 g. of spice evaporated onto it. (We need to thank many times over the dmt nexus, this has been the driving force behind foghat's successful extractions, and seeing that there is still a wonderful community of near minded thinkers always makes us smile){he also made a batch of 50% spice when he found 300 mg he had set aside at the beginning of the whole changa process now he has that set aside apart from the 30% he said he is saving it for a special time.}
After a session the name of this blend became quite apparent ( "tongue speck speak" ) at least modeled on "fairly's" biochemistry this name makes sense
A fried friend recently tried .5 g mushrooms that had soaked an hour in lemon juice with some smoked caapi extract (changa minus the spice) and this was fairly intense. Wonderfully clear CEV and minor OEV when focusing or whenever he found himself looking at something for more than a couple of seconds.
has anyone tried adding things like copal of frankincense to changa?
Having read a small portion about the enigmaticus my mind started working out how I might help shape it with my experience in Pure Data. In pure data where i am most comfortable i was already thinking that since sounds in your environment when in the trance like state sometimes are incorporated into your vision as is similar with dreams, why then should we not play with this idea. Then potentially on an even bigger scale, here is how in my head this could go,
I go to the enigmaticus having felt her pull for the early morning knowing it has already happened but has yet to be in my limited view of time and start it up (there would have to be some authentication to use the microphone {and webcam]) allow her to access your computer's microphone and then thrust into it are the sounds that you are making or have made through a series of delays and randomization of those delay by the current incoming audio or amplitude or some such factor. So then onto these delays that could be minutes long you would hear snippets of what was being said later that could then easily be effected by audio effects. As I am not too versed in this world of changa yet I don't know but the voices I heard were pretty solid not to warbly or the pitch wasn't changing so maybe effects aren't the way to go but I like the idea of sounds or things you say being played back randomly (obviously being able to be turned off and on {and it would most likely have to be listened to with headphones at that point[*randomly according to the sounds you are making though so in reality you are controlling it, though you as the end user might not immediately know how]}) possibly then taking your whole recorded session and taking a random amount or user defined amount of audio to apply if so desired by the following user in their session to eventually make guiding voices of others who's voices sound familiar. Hearing the things other people have heard in their experiences and having sounds be incorporated into your experience being the ultimate goal these two things I think would add greatly to the enigmaticus. Let me know and I will dig up a link for the program I wrote for RjDj on the iphone that I am basing these ideas on (also since I was a child I always wanted to be able to hear backwards with hearing aids perhaps but could never achieve it, until I worked on another program for RjDj that lets you hear everything around you in reverse, now I need more work on learning to talk backwards).
Also the webcam could be used much in the same way, showing the end user's viewable room and then overlaying other worlds and moving geometric and symbolic pathways on which are walking the creatures made of pure language, or submitted pictures. Further manipulations could then take place but I always go with CEV so the what's and when's would be up to an OEV explorer.
my first drug experience was with salvia plain leaf after 3 or 4 attempts (this was before I realized how important ceremony and set and setting were, luckily everything was perfect but this is a very cold version of what happened to me as I did not quite know what to really make of the following events I probably forgot the details of what was going on but here is what I can remember)
for some reason it just switched on and decided we were "ready", this began a life long love of closing one's eyes to behold the moving images and erratic uninhibited imagination. without knowing that our eyes were closed, people in a circle almost looking like a small sine wave, electrical discharge, and then moving back into looking like people they then radiated out from where i felt my head would be if it were still there into what felt very much like i had become ourselves at 7 years old getting ready to go on a hay ride when the barn turned into a series of ever expanding roman arches, they were growing as i was being pulled into and eventually through them. this led to the blackest black we have still yet to see wherein a light brown to tan leathery looking breifcase was swinging in and out of sight in the great plains of our closed eyes. We first realized we had died, not in a worrying or uncomfortable sort of way but just that it had happened and that this was the outcome, as i realized this the briefcase began to swing and then we knew that inside this locked case was us, somehow contained within this thing was the very essence and being that is ourselves. I would imagine there was more but we then slowly started coming back out to utter amazement that we had just died and it wasn't "bad" at all.
i have a longer report about my first session with changa where i smoked it three times in about an hour i'll post here in a bit
EDIT: clarification
I have been reading here for a while now but want to start being a part of these conversations.
Some thoughts that have been weighing on my mind lately
I have been feeling lately like two things are dying or have really already died the arts of storytelling and hand writing. Where people would sit and recant the stories that their grandfather and father told them that one day they will pass on to their own children. There are no communal celebrations anymore where a whole village or town goes to see the plays put on for the furthering of intellect as with the greeks.
I feel like time flows from future to past just as much as it does from past to future. That before I ever tried salvia or caffeine I had already perfected my blend for changa, that before my first step as a child I had grown a wonderful bond betwixt myself and the caapi plant. That even as I was being born so was I also dying and even as I have already died I have also been born again and again.
I have been trying to search through intense bodily sensations of pain or pleasure until finding it is just a feeling of which if i can let go of my pre conceived idea of what it should be, that it can be nothing. I have been observing more that our bodies and objects around us are constantly in flux and the atoms being released carry with them an idea or a memory of a place or an object or a sound or smell. these atoms flow in and out of everything all life has within it ideas and memories of all past life and perhaps of life that has yet to be. This could be a part of the spirit or magic of some plants, some plants or fungi could perhaps be attractors for specific kinds of memory laden atoms. Which when consumed release these ideas and spirit and magic all at different times or all together. Also though all vegetable matter holds different compositions of these memories and when we eat any of them they are providing these things for us some of them are just more apparent. So perhaps the huge amount of physical space it would take to hold our collective memories and ideas is that on which we walk and eat from.
For myself closing my eyes is the way to approach my psychedelic experiences, in silence (other than the sounds which naturally occur outside or around me), alone or with a very close person, laying down or sitting cross legged allowing the experience to be what it will naturally be without trying to shape it by anything other than intention. I believe intention is a powerful tool, when used in combination with any kind of drug at all. I would like to explore more of the world of smudging and cleansing an area, I tried this with my first changa experience with what I consider much success in combination with intention, respect and the honest pledge of integration that vision will be remembered for a long time to come.
I claim to be a practitioner or improvisation in all aspects of life that i can involve it. I feel like improvisation celebrates infinite possibility and that nothing we can do is wrong or write but simply is. I feel as if improvisation is an expression of not wanting to know all the answers but instead to provide your own unique answers that are just as true. I feel like trying to better myself through different plant tools and spirits and earnest contemplation on things like why i shut off to things i don't like or why i feel like i am always in the unique position of being right (I have recently let go of an additional piece of my old self that held such things close to himself, not capable of sharing things that I think I am not doing to my best and fullest ability, or even admitting that to myself).
I believe in a media fast wherein for lengths of time your cut off the music and movies and instead listen to yourself and the things you have to say and think, or that other people have to think through speech. I feel like people are a lot more capable than they lead themselves to believe both physically and mentally. I am hoping to gain some other peoples ideas of icaros and to study them in general. I like the idea of aural manipulation of altered states.
This of course is all just speculative mind babbling.
A couple of months ago a friends foghat found himself in the middle of a spice extraction after reading about it for 4+ years (the preceding 8 months much more intensely than the rest of the time but he said it always came back to wanting to start working with a cactus spirit or a part of the spirit of ayahuasca ) he used the STB method on 250g of MHRB and he performed a recrystallization after a mostly light yellow powdery substance was coaxed into his container.
Now he has only tried smoking straight spice 3 or 4 times his first time achieving results he told me that a ship could be seen off in the distance (with eyes closed) whose smoke (the spoken word of god) was begat of the praise of hundreds of thousands of transmutated individuals of whom not one thought they would feel they earthly presence they had felt separately but in this instant he relived all of the wonder and awe of these people and of the people who are yet to become or simply be. The ship was lined with a thin boarder filled with the moving images of something moving it's hand with long slender fingers, the outside panels were also filled with the same images moving along the curves and bends of the chassis of this transdimensional vehicle. It looked like running a strip of 35mm film over a flashlight but in three dimensions being projected or played on the skin of the vehicle.
This was off in the distance and he knew when he had come out of this that one day he would be on that ship looking out on himself looking in on the other.
I tried a couple more times with not as much success. I read about snorting spice which i don't really like snorting much but something struck me about this like i was supposed to do it. I waited for the right day, pulled together a pile of what looked (the battery on my scale was dead, I now know I should have waited) like 50-75mg and went at it, this produced a very intense sensation like crystals were settling on the inside of my nose........ the curtains acting as an entrance to "the room" began to sway as if signaling with smoke i knew although with added nosial sensation this was happening, the CEV was an amazing bright light with the idea of death and rebirth being sounded in the visuals, unfortunately as i didn't talk much about this i lost a lot of it but the death and rebirth idea sticks with me
I started reading about changa and realizing this is what I have already done and began to do and experienced this was realized all at one in a deja vu like moment.
So foghat's foghorn "fairly" gathered some herbs and mumurmured an appropriate Shakespeare passage over the jar for extracting the essence of the changa;
"rubble cudgel royal anne stuffed bull;
wire yearn, hand call drone bub bowl.
phil "A" oaf-a chimney flake,
envy calm drun coil band rake;
I of nude't, sand tow huff rug,
wu'll ole at, and tunga off dob,
adlerists' orfuk, hand slimed- warmsting,
live certz's lek, if owleigh's wombing,-
fort "A" ch-yarn of poe 'er fewel trub ule,
lick a shell-bra'th hoyle stand nuptial.
rubble cudgel royal anne stuffed bull;
wire yearn, hand call drone bub bowl.
skill-ale of drag ham, t 'ewth of woolfth;
which his monmey, ma' n sulf
of the rave ind salseesh hark;
rute of him locke dibb 'ed er' a lark;
"live 'ere" oaf flats beaming who;
hall of oat, sand ships uth ewe
silverded'n va swoon's "eek lips";
hose off lurck, and star far hips;
ling her oath bur th'stray engulled bay bee
D'hitch-de-lizer deebye a crag,-
may "kchk the grew ule th'hick land stab":
sad wheretew aye tight grrrr's shaw drone,
fower voll in grin heed "Ee ants",
rubble cudgel royal anne stuffed bull;
wire yearn, hand call drone bub bowl.
stewl sit wit "ha" b-na am boons bload't,
S'ven la churn is fir 'n'n gewd."
here is what was used
white caapi vine - 60g.
cielio caapi leaves - 45g.
salvia 3 scoops of extracted light green powder, should have been about - 10 g. ("fairly" says his first drug experience ever {not counting sugar, caffeine} was salvia, before marihuana, or even alcohol {beyond wine sips with diner with family, thank all of us [see "god"] for the de-demonization of alcohol})
white sage - 8-10g. fresh almost debilitatingly powerful smelling (maybe it was just that this was my first time working with fresh white sage)
blue lilly - 12g.
calea - 10 g.
This was held for 1.5 weeks and evaporated onto 10 g. crushed up caapi leaves (more solvent has been extracting for the last 2.5 weeks and he'll see what comes out of that)
5 g. was put aside for mushroom exploration or some other form of potentiation
The other 5 g. had the 1.5 g. of spice evaporated onto it. (We need to thank many times over the dmt nexus, this has been the driving force behind foghat's successful extractions, and seeing that there is still a wonderful community of near minded thinkers always makes us smile){he also made a batch of 50% spice when he found 300 mg he had set aside at the beginning of the whole changa process now he has that set aside apart from the 30% he said he is saving it for a special time.}
After a session the name of this blend became quite apparent ( "tongue speck speak" ) at least modeled on "fairly's" biochemistry this name makes sense
A fried friend recently tried .5 g mushrooms that had soaked an hour in lemon juice with some smoked caapi extract (changa minus the spice) and this was fairly intense. Wonderfully clear CEV and minor OEV when focusing or whenever he found himself looking at something for more than a couple of seconds.
has anyone tried adding things like copal of frankincense to changa?
Having read a small portion about the enigmaticus my mind started working out how I might help shape it with my experience in Pure Data. In pure data where i am most comfortable i was already thinking that since sounds in your environment when in the trance like state sometimes are incorporated into your vision as is similar with dreams, why then should we not play with this idea. Then potentially on an even bigger scale, here is how in my head this could go,
I go to the enigmaticus having felt her pull for the early morning knowing it has already happened but has yet to be in my limited view of time and start it up (there would have to be some authentication to use the microphone {and webcam]) allow her to access your computer's microphone and then thrust into it are the sounds that you are making or have made through a series of delays and randomization of those delay by the current incoming audio or amplitude or some such factor. So then onto these delays that could be minutes long you would hear snippets of what was being said later that could then easily be effected by audio effects. As I am not too versed in this world of changa yet I don't know but the voices I heard were pretty solid not to warbly or the pitch wasn't changing so maybe effects aren't the way to go but I like the idea of sounds or things you say being played back randomly (obviously being able to be turned off and on {and it would most likely have to be listened to with headphones at that point[*randomly according to the sounds you are making though so in reality you are controlling it, though you as the end user might not immediately know how]}) possibly then taking your whole recorded session and taking a random amount or user defined amount of audio to apply if so desired by the following user in their session to eventually make guiding voices of others who's voices sound familiar. Hearing the things other people have heard in their experiences and having sounds be incorporated into your experience being the ultimate goal these two things I think would add greatly to the enigmaticus. Let me know and I will dig up a link for the program I wrote for RjDj on the iphone that I am basing these ideas on (also since I was a child I always wanted to be able to hear backwards with hearing aids perhaps but could never achieve it, until I worked on another program for RjDj that lets you hear everything around you in reverse, now I need more work on learning to talk backwards).
Also the webcam could be used much in the same way, showing the end user's viewable room and then overlaying other worlds and moving geometric and symbolic pathways on which are walking the creatures made of pure language, or submitted pictures. Further manipulations could then take place but I always go with CEV so the what's and when's would be up to an OEV explorer.
my first drug experience was with salvia plain leaf after 3 or 4 attempts (this was before I realized how important ceremony and set and setting were, luckily everything was perfect but this is a very cold version of what happened to me as I did not quite know what to really make of the following events I probably forgot the details of what was going on but here is what I can remember)
for some reason it just switched on and decided we were "ready", this began a life long love of closing one's eyes to behold the moving images and erratic uninhibited imagination. without knowing that our eyes were closed, people in a circle almost looking like a small sine wave, electrical discharge, and then moving back into looking like people they then radiated out from where i felt my head would be if it were still there into what felt very much like i had become ourselves at 7 years old getting ready to go on a hay ride when the barn turned into a series of ever expanding roman arches, they were growing as i was being pulled into and eventually through them. this led to the blackest black we have still yet to see wherein a light brown to tan leathery looking breifcase was swinging in and out of sight in the great plains of our closed eyes. We first realized we had died, not in a worrying or uncomfortable sort of way but just that it had happened and that this was the outcome, as i realized this the briefcase began to swing and then we knew that inside this locked case was us, somehow contained within this thing was the very essence and being that is ourselves. I would imagine there was more but we then slowly started coming back out to utter amazement that we had just died and it wasn't "bad" at all.
i have a longer report about my first session with changa where i smoked it three times in about an hour i'll post here in a bit
EDIT: clarification
