Jesus Christ, talk about 2 on 1, feel free to jump in at any time Mike
I’ve read the whole thing and I do appreciate the way you like to communicate but I like to leave things open to interpretation and I love to speak in riddles and parables, if we got to the bottom of this quickly and concisely, then what more would there be to do other than judge those not yet as far down the path.
It would have been a very sad day if Robert Hunter told us what all those lyrics really meant.
To be honest, English, or any other human language is an infrastructure nowhere near complex or versatile enough to convey or withstand this type of conversation or experience without misunderstandings taking place, as we have already witnessed.
I’ll try get to the point without the life story, although the life story really is the point, but I’ll try be brief.
For context, we are Australiens, we work mostly with Acacia.
Had been playing with dimmies for at least a couple weeks at this point, small amounts sandwiched in cones (weed+tobacco, remember we’re Aussie) no we were not weighing it, and compared to some of the really strong acid trips I’ve had, I honestly thought I had already “broken through” or seen everything dmt or psychedelics had to offer, I didn’t possibly think there was more than what I was already experiencing in life.
Was beginning to wonder what all the fuss was about and started to test things like, what happens when you smoke small amounts consistently, and was honestly just living the dream, didn’t really have to work, was cashed up, living free in arguably one of the best suburbs in the world, mates that produced the goods, I had made it.
Then one night, I clearly had 1 too many in short succession, Everything just went, I was no longer in my room with my mates, I was in this vast expanse of empty darkness and I knew I had died and that it was for eternity, now remember I had not ever heard about actually breaking through, there was tripping and tripping hard, but not simulated death and rebirth, it’s a lot for a person who doesn’t know much about it, we had only heard that Joe Rogan radio snippet at this time.
In this space, these beings, one on each side of me, aliken to rockem sockem robots, held me in there embrace, for what felt like thousands of years, multiple lives, they knew I was scared, I pleaded with them, I begged, please let me go back, please let me go back, they would ‘communicate’ that you don’t usually get to go back from where I was but after lifetimes of pleading, they let me come back, not before communicating that if I ever returned, they won’t let me come back to reality and my loved ones.
Have since dipped my toes in and been privileged enough to try some of the best(subjective term) acacia around!!! I continue to promote the dmt experience in a positive light, but in all honestly, that was enough for me to know they are there, on the other side, just right there, always, watching, listening, it was enough for me to not really need to break through again, the fear and realisation from that one experience was enough to set me straight.
It completely shaped who I am today and set me on the path that I am still on, I don’t need to break through to calibrate my compass, the first one hit me that hard it’s stuck at true north.
It’s similar to the way Rick Strassman talks about his breakthrough, I mean where do you go from there? And does anyone really need a reminder of that? It’s also very lonely at the top and this reality is the only reality we have free will to the point we can make positive change.
The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to be welcomed back into that space in a constructive and beautiful way, I hear so many cool and beautiful stories then think about my failure to launch and it really cuts me deep.
I’ve spent more than 15 years of my life since then becoming a better person and shaping my life in the way my experience has taught me.
Although all the while still using LSD, nitrous and weed quite excessively, then not too long ago I found this synthetic dimmies, got a lifetimes supply, couple o’s.
Started smoking it out of a crack pipe, was also doing a lot of LSD, nitrous, and amyl around the same time period but not cocktail style, just trying to illustrate how slippery my reality already was, I’m the kinda person that likes to live somewhere as appose to just visit.
Met a girl who already had kids, tried to save her from a dmt seeking abusive meth addict boyfriend, that’s how she found me he was looking for dimmies, we got close and toxic, my ex then popped back up, then all of a sudden I’m juggling reality itself and two women and children pulling me east and west, meanwhile I’m locked in north. Torn to shreds, broken open, irreparable damage to everyone involved.
Then I went sober for a few months, I had no choice, there was no comfort in that space any more, it was the first and longest time being sober since I was a child, it was a living nightmare, I knew if I killed my self I had that dark empty to look forward to so I just sat in hell and endured it, sober as a judge.
In this period of sobriety I had some of the most psychedelic and synchronistic experiences that rival some of the strongest LSD and dmt experiences I’ve had or read about.
Jesus introduced himself to me and it all just sorta fell into place, it’s hard to explain without sounding like ‘that guy’, like I’m not anti drug or pro Christian, but he revealed himself to me, and just like how I met the rockem sockem robots and know they are real, I now know Jesus is real but it happened when I was the most sober I’ve been in more than half my life.
