I dunno how I am going to explain this one...no words spewing from the depths of my soul can ever recreate the picture that was forever etched into the canvas of my dream last solstice..
Ms Manic Minxx and I spent a peaceful afternoon at the beach before retreating back to my house at night to celebrate the celestial event in the best way we know.
I am within you..I am without you..Syncronicity abound I have woken up into a realm of wonder so fantastic my wildest dreams pale in comparison...I am in love..
massage oil came out..incense was burned and mushroom tea was consumed..
...you are my miracle...Worlds upon worlds of ecstatic rapture await every moment I am with you..I am you and you are me..
Enter hyperspace..its all you..its all me..its all us...we are cosmos..
The old world is gone now..cast back out into that great ocean as the ripples of causuistry lap the shores of my being and a new existance remains..we are hypespace..we are hyperspace..oh my god we really are hyperspace..I cant tell anymore where I end and you begin..I dont even want to..
Squares and triangles...primordial glyphs beaming from the very core of your soul into mine..Deoxy-ribonucleic-acid transmission...I am inside of you now and you are inside of me..
Hyperspace...hyperspace..did we smoke?..I dont even know which one I am anymore..it doesnt matter..I am we..we are eternal..
Soulmates...I see you. Shamanizing into the distance with that glimmer in your eyes that burns with the flame of the primordial torch..magic..you are magic..THIS is alchemy..and you are the opus magnus..
Dissolved..dissolved like never before..the landscape of hyperspace is before me, a mirror casting shimmering fractaline reflections of your soul..gifts from god...
Our world is dying..decaying...crumbling to pieces before us..we are in need of new stories..new myths to fill the blank spaces left behind in a dying worlds last attempt sustain the unsustainable..the first of those myths is love. We need love..
....
Adorable mandarins were squeezed into two cups of a reviling mushroom tea...
Everything became very cold... Fractal and I huddled beneath blankets and held each other as the dark mirage mistaken for reality slowly dripped away to reveal the absolute cosmic truth that we are both but mirrors of something incomprehensibly divine.
Entwined in blackness, I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against him, drunk with tryptamines. The resonance and energy of the contact gave way to a sea of visions. Ego dissolved as we were locked together, and like Alice through the rabbit hole, my consciousness effortlessly tumbled into him. Physical boundaries were erased as an ecstatic energy circuit was generated, in perfect stillness and perfect silence. Chakras illuminated. Visions with an overwhelmingly changa flavor kicked in, and I experienced an entry sequence, the opening of a gate to hyperspace through another person.
Tryptamine body-management (as opposed to sober body-management; I've posted before about how I suspect tryptamines enable the brain to run the body more efficiently, improved circulation, flexibility, intuitive awareness of pressure points, etc.) activated, and unlike with the overwhelming rush and brevity of a smoked experience, I was gifted the entire evening to explore my being through a coherent, egoless mind state.
We kissed. The awareness in my tongue shifted: it was now solely an instrument of the brain, used for communication and conducting some kind of cosmic/ecstatic/electric/orgasmic energy. Kissing with mushrooms was something I had to surrender myself into, the resonance only became possible when my mind was silent and consciousness was permitted to move through the body unobstructed by thought. It felt like our brains were communicating on some highly organized and structured level, communicating and exchanging information. The nature of the communication was far too profound for my rational mind to grasp, but the mushrooms held my mind in check just enough to allow it to observe the process, without interfering or interjecting.
Rushing currents of ecstatic joy unlike any other kind of cosmic happiness previously known surged and exploded through me. Not just one wave, not just two, but a neverending cascade of waves of joy crashed through the limits of my being.
We continued to mushroom-kiss (*this would potentially look strange to a rational person :twisted: ), and our beings merged completely. We are all the universe; he became my sacred gate to the universe to show me that. With every kiss I saw stars, blossoms, rainclouds, forests, ancient glyphs, and our bodies made of light; everything that exists within the universe, all thought and creation, numbers and time, life and emotion, I found inside him. But we were both open, connecting, one and the same thing, reflecting itself.
This went on for hours, sacred, cosmic exploration of shared soul-space. It was not a fleeting vision, it was a mutual state we were able to explore, recreate, and revel in... the most beautiful cosmic union.
This was honestly, the most profound, powerful, and moving experience I have had with any psychedelic to date--not to undermine any work that I have done with Ayahuasca, but there is much to be said for mushrooms, the winter solstice, and the most loving company.
I just want to send my love to everyone here. The universe is the most beautiful place.
Ms Manic Minxx and I spent a peaceful afternoon at the beach before retreating back to my house at night to celebrate the celestial event in the best way we know.
I am within you..I am without you..Syncronicity abound I have woken up into a realm of wonder so fantastic my wildest dreams pale in comparison...I am in love..
massage oil came out..incense was burned and mushroom tea was consumed..
...you are my miracle...Worlds upon worlds of ecstatic rapture await every moment I am with you..I am you and you are me..
Enter hyperspace..its all you..its all me..its all us...we are cosmos..
The old world is gone now..cast back out into that great ocean as the ripples of causuistry lap the shores of my being and a new existance remains..we are hypespace..we are hyperspace..oh my god we really are hyperspace..I cant tell anymore where I end and you begin..I dont even want to..
Squares and triangles...primordial glyphs beaming from the very core of your soul into mine..Deoxy-ribonucleic-acid transmission...I am inside of you now and you are inside of me..
Hyperspace...hyperspace..did we smoke?..I dont even know which one I am anymore..it doesnt matter..I am we..we are eternal..
Soulmates...I see you. Shamanizing into the distance with that glimmer in your eyes that burns with the flame of the primordial torch..magic..you are magic..THIS is alchemy..and you are the opus magnus..
Dissolved..dissolved like never before..the landscape of hyperspace is before me, a mirror casting shimmering fractaline reflections of your soul..gifts from god...
Our world is dying..decaying...crumbling to pieces before us..we are in need of new stories..new myths to fill the blank spaces left behind in a dying worlds last attempt sustain the unsustainable..the first of those myths is love. We need love..
....Adorable mandarins were squeezed into two cups of a reviling mushroom tea...
Everything became very cold... Fractal and I huddled beneath blankets and held each other as the dark mirage mistaken for reality slowly dripped away to reveal the absolute cosmic truth that we are both but mirrors of something incomprehensibly divine.
Entwined in blackness, I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against him, drunk with tryptamines. The resonance and energy of the contact gave way to a sea of visions. Ego dissolved as we were locked together, and like Alice through the rabbit hole, my consciousness effortlessly tumbled into him. Physical boundaries were erased as an ecstatic energy circuit was generated, in perfect stillness and perfect silence. Chakras illuminated. Visions with an overwhelmingly changa flavor kicked in, and I experienced an entry sequence, the opening of a gate to hyperspace through another person.
Tryptamine body-management (as opposed to sober body-management; I've posted before about how I suspect tryptamines enable the brain to run the body more efficiently, improved circulation, flexibility, intuitive awareness of pressure points, etc.) activated, and unlike with the overwhelming rush and brevity of a smoked experience, I was gifted the entire evening to explore my being through a coherent, egoless mind state.
We kissed. The awareness in my tongue shifted: it was now solely an instrument of the brain, used for communication and conducting some kind of cosmic/ecstatic/electric/orgasmic energy. Kissing with mushrooms was something I had to surrender myself into, the resonance only became possible when my mind was silent and consciousness was permitted to move through the body unobstructed by thought. It felt like our brains were communicating on some highly organized and structured level, communicating and exchanging information. The nature of the communication was far too profound for my rational mind to grasp, but the mushrooms held my mind in check just enough to allow it to observe the process, without interfering or interjecting.
Rushing currents of ecstatic joy unlike any other kind of cosmic happiness previously known surged and exploded through me. Not just one wave, not just two, but a neverending cascade of waves of joy crashed through the limits of my being.
We continued to mushroom-kiss (*this would potentially look strange to a rational person :twisted: ), and our beings merged completely. We are all the universe; he became my sacred gate to the universe to show me that. With every kiss I saw stars, blossoms, rainclouds, forests, ancient glyphs, and our bodies made of light; everything that exists within the universe, all thought and creation, numbers and time, life and emotion, I found inside him. But we were both open, connecting, one and the same thing, reflecting itself.
This went on for hours, sacred, cosmic exploration of shared soul-space. It was not a fleeting vision, it was a mutual state we were able to explore, recreate, and revel in... the most beautiful cosmic union.
This was honestly, the most profound, powerful, and moving experience I have had with any psychedelic to date--not to undermine any work that I have done with Ayahuasca, but there is much to be said for mushrooms, the winter solstice, and the most loving company.
I just want to send my love to everyone here.
The universe is the most beautiful place.
) 
