OrangeEnergy
Rising Star
Back in 2003, I had recently qualified as a secondary school chemistry teacher, and was teaching 'on supply' in London. I was 32 years old, and had made it to this point in my life with a purely scientific brain. You could keep all of that hippy bollocks, thank you very much, and there was always a rational, scientific explanation for things.
I'd been sent to an old public boys school, and they had done a great job of stifling my budding acting talents, and ultimately turning me into an arrogant, egotistical tosser, much of the time.
At this point, somebody drove into me head on while I was on my motorbike, snapping my femur and various other sundries.
Recovery from this took 9 months to be able to go back to work, being able to walk unaided at this point, but with my leg around 70%.
A girlfriend had introduced me to ashtanga yoga during this recovery period, and it was duck to water, born to do it, where have you been all my life (With my massive Sagittarian ego? Of course it was!).
Initially, I saw it as the undeniable physical challenge that it is, but was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of an amazing teacher, who kept me on the mat when my ego rebelled and I was ready to go back to the gym, and ultimately guided me to India and Mysore, where I returned, numerous times for extended periods, simply to do my practice.
It is no exaggeration or soi-faced hyperbole to say that this practice, ultimately just one of clearing the mind, and focusing on the sound of the pranayama you are performing (Ujai breath, the nasal, darth vader-esque sounding breathing) whilst doing some ancient Indian stretching, altered my perception of myself, the world and universe and my place in it.
I'd got into weed smoking when I was 20, and had occasionally taken mushrooms recreationally, but had never tried anything else and I was totally unaware of ceremonial and healing use.
Early in 2013 I came across ayahuasca and was lucky enough to have a friend introduce me to some great people to do a ceremony with.
I was experiencing mild hallucinations and discomfort during the ceremony, even after the second cup, but had researched enough to know not to expect anything.
Then the shaman rang the bell and quietly announced the ceremony would be ending, but you could stay journeying if you wished. As he said this, I bent over my pail and vomited as quietly as I could, to allow people to hear the other instructions, my stomach cramping, knees to my chest, nose inches from the ground.
From here started a good half hour of feeling truly awful, followed by energising revelations I will never forget.
Following this weekend's ceremonies, I have partaken in a number of other ayahuasca ceremonies, as well as doing two journeys on my own with brew sourced from South America.
My first experience with smoking DMT was with changa, and I had no idea what it was really. I was in India, and a girl I was seeing came over and brought some with her. Four of us rolled a big joint, and I went first....I huffed that thing quickly a few times, before taking a big long toke, as much as I could (I was used to hitting the bong). I remember being able to hear the electricity, which started pulsing, and as it did so, a green and yellow wave began pulsing across the tiles in the roof.
At this point, my friends tell me, I said "Oh SHIT!" and began to convulse on the futon I was lying on.
I have no memory of where I went or what happened, but my first memories coming back were of creatures talking in the room I was in. Visually, I was still in hyperspace, but these were definitely aliens talking, you could hear by the intonations of the sounds that this was a language, but not like any on this planet. Then I remember thinking that language was just sound, and I understood sound so could understand any language. As I thought this, my brain began translating what these creatures were saying. Of course I can understand them, this makes perfect sense, I thought, as I opened my eyes and realised the sounds were the voices of my friends
They had relaxed once I stopped convulsing and seemed to just be relaxed, off tripping somewhere.
After this, for hours, I felt nothing but love and connection, for everything and everybody. It was spectacular.
I have since done a number of solo mushroom journeys, the largest being 11.5g dried cubensis.
I completely lost myself here, and somewhere in hyperspace a thought came to me. I should know who I was. I was a consciousness, but that was all I knew. I didn't know that humans existed, earth existed, that planets existed, that the universe existed, that anything but me, this consciousness existed, but I also knew that not knowing anything else wasn't right, and that I should be able to remember these things. The tendrils of panic tickled the edge of my mind.
Then I smelt the copal I'd burnt at the beginning of the ceremony, remembered I was safe in my bedroom and BOOM, back off into hyperspace I went.
After this experience, I was seeing patterns in nature I realised had been there before, but I'd just not been recognising.
I lost my mum about a year and half ago, and had had to say goodbye to her in Intensive care.
About six months after this I felt the urge to do another mushroom journey, and took 7g this time.
I'm not sure how long it went on for, but I basically was back in the icu with my mum, just begging her not to die. It felt like a very long time. Maybe 2 hours.
The next day I felt stunned, but also almost supernaturally calm. It had definitely been a traumatic experience, but it was what I had needed to get out of my system. Mum had decided she didn't want any more treatment, and we all supported her decision, so I was trying to hold it together as best I could to say goodbye.
She had had cancer, and during her treatment had not been doing well at all, being unable to sleep, being up in the night, taking more tramadol, which wasn't working, and going to bed fearful as she knew the same would happen again.
I baked a try of brownie, did it right with high quality everything, and from the first night she had a piece she slept a minimum of 8 solid hours. She would curl up in bed and announce it was time for 'her chocky', a smile on her face, knowing she was in for a good night's rest.
It is no exaggeration that Marijuana saved her life, and without it she would have never she survived chemo, nevermind beaten declared cancer free. That it wasn't cancer that get her is little comfort, but it makes my blood boil that these plants are denied to people whilst the pharmaceutical/political industry does what it does.
I've recently been introduced to vaping dmt and have just performed my first extraction. A serious learning process, with lots of mistakes learnt from, and producing some rather yellow crystals. Smells like spice though, and has the desired effect!
Have sourced proper equipment and solvent for next attempt, so hoping for better results!
Peace, and happy journeying.
I'd been sent to an old public boys school, and they had done a great job of stifling my budding acting talents, and ultimately turning me into an arrogant, egotistical tosser, much of the time.
At this point, somebody drove into me head on while I was on my motorbike, snapping my femur and various other sundries.
Recovery from this took 9 months to be able to go back to work, being able to walk unaided at this point, but with my leg around 70%.
A girlfriend had introduced me to ashtanga yoga during this recovery period, and it was duck to water, born to do it, where have you been all my life (With my massive Sagittarian ego? Of course it was!).
Initially, I saw it as the undeniable physical challenge that it is, but was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of an amazing teacher, who kept me on the mat when my ego rebelled and I was ready to go back to the gym, and ultimately guided me to India and Mysore, where I returned, numerous times for extended periods, simply to do my practice.
It is no exaggeration or soi-faced hyperbole to say that this practice, ultimately just one of clearing the mind, and focusing on the sound of the pranayama you are performing (Ujai breath, the nasal, darth vader-esque sounding breathing) whilst doing some ancient Indian stretching, altered my perception of myself, the world and universe and my place in it.
I'd got into weed smoking when I was 20, and had occasionally taken mushrooms recreationally, but had never tried anything else and I was totally unaware of ceremonial and healing use.
Early in 2013 I came across ayahuasca and was lucky enough to have a friend introduce me to some great people to do a ceremony with.
I was experiencing mild hallucinations and discomfort during the ceremony, even after the second cup, but had researched enough to know not to expect anything.
Then the shaman rang the bell and quietly announced the ceremony would be ending, but you could stay journeying if you wished. As he said this, I bent over my pail and vomited as quietly as I could, to allow people to hear the other instructions, my stomach cramping, knees to my chest, nose inches from the ground.
From here started a good half hour of feeling truly awful, followed by energising revelations I will never forget.
Following this weekend's ceremonies, I have partaken in a number of other ayahuasca ceremonies, as well as doing two journeys on my own with brew sourced from South America.
My first experience with smoking DMT was with changa, and I had no idea what it was really. I was in India, and a girl I was seeing came over and brought some with her. Four of us rolled a big joint, and I went first....I huffed that thing quickly a few times, before taking a big long toke, as much as I could (I was used to hitting the bong). I remember being able to hear the electricity, which started pulsing, and as it did so, a green and yellow wave began pulsing across the tiles in the roof.
At this point, my friends tell me, I said "Oh SHIT!" and began to convulse on the futon I was lying on.
I have no memory of where I went or what happened, but my first memories coming back were of creatures talking in the room I was in. Visually, I was still in hyperspace, but these were definitely aliens talking, you could hear by the intonations of the sounds that this was a language, but not like any on this planet. Then I remember thinking that language was just sound, and I understood sound so could understand any language. As I thought this, my brain began translating what these creatures were saying. Of course I can understand them, this makes perfect sense, I thought, as I opened my eyes and realised the sounds were the voices of my friends
They had relaxed once I stopped convulsing and seemed to just be relaxed, off tripping somewhere.
After this, for hours, I felt nothing but love and connection, for everything and everybody. It was spectacular.
I have since done a number of solo mushroom journeys, the largest being 11.5g dried cubensis.
I completely lost myself here, and somewhere in hyperspace a thought came to me. I should know who I was. I was a consciousness, but that was all I knew. I didn't know that humans existed, earth existed, that planets existed, that the universe existed, that anything but me, this consciousness existed, but I also knew that not knowing anything else wasn't right, and that I should be able to remember these things. The tendrils of panic tickled the edge of my mind.
Then I smelt the copal I'd burnt at the beginning of the ceremony, remembered I was safe in my bedroom and BOOM, back off into hyperspace I went.
After this experience, I was seeing patterns in nature I realised had been there before, but I'd just not been recognising.
I lost my mum about a year and half ago, and had had to say goodbye to her in Intensive care.
About six months after this I felt the urge to do another mushroom journey, and took 7g this time.
I'm not sure how long it went on for, but I basically was back in the icu with my mum, just begging her not to die. It felt like a very long time. Maybe 2 hours.
The next day I felt stunned, but also almost supernaturally calm. It had definitely been a traumatic experience, but it was what I had needed to get out of my system. Mum had decided she didn't want any more treatment, and we all supported her decision, so I was trying to hold it together as best I could to say goodbye.
She had had cancer, and during her treatment had not been doing well at all, being unable to sleep, being up in the night, taking more tramadol, which wasn't working, and going to bed fearful as she knew the same would happen again.
I baked a try of brownie, did it right with high quality everything, and from the first night she had a piece she slept a minimum of 8 solid hours. She would curl up in bed and announce it was time for 'her chocky', a smile on her face, knowing she was in for a good night's rest.
It is no exaggeration that Marijuana saved her life, and without it she would have never she survived chemo, nevermind beaten declared cancer free. That it wasn't cancer that get her is little comfort, but it makes my blood boil that these plants are denied to people whilst the pharmaceutical/political industry does what it does.
I've recently been introduced to vaping dmt and have just performed my first extraction. A serious learning process, with lots of mistakes learnt from, and producing some rather yellow crystals. Smells like spice though, and has the desired effect!
Have sourced proper equipment and solvent for next attempt, so hoping for better results!
Peace, and happy journeying.
