NeitherHere
Lucid dreamer, clusterhead, and librarian
Tonight I took 2.5g of reduced cubensis tea mixed in black tea with my partner and took a large unweighed dose of acrb DMT at apx the 3 hour mark alone.
Let it be known that I do not condone the inexperienced taking high or unknown dosages, especially alone. I have extensive solo trip experience and am more than comfortable in doing this. Please be responsible. Now onto the report
We ate chicken nachos and put on "Cop Out" while we waited for the mushrooms to kick in. With all the stress lately we've become a bit distant trying to get things back in order. Tonight presented itself as the opportune time to reground and reconnect.
At the t:1:30 mark we jumped in the shower and got ourselves clean while appreciating each other intimately. Eventually the hot water ran dry so we evacuated to the living room to proceed. 2.5g was barely perceptible visually but we could both tell the medicine was working. Helping us recenter with each other and refind the fire we once had.
We finished the movie and I decided it was about time I go outside to address some issues within the ether. My machine was loaded with an unknown amount of DMT. Preloaded with the hardened red oil of a previous extraction which has proven highly effective and recently soaked in fresh crystal clear oil from a fresh extraction. There was a lot in there.
I proceeded to take a few deep breaths. Prayed to the spice to help me find answers to questions I couldn't quite formulate, protect me in the beyond, and help me find peace in the chaos all around.
I took a small hit as usual to test the waters. Nothing
I took another larger hit and held it. Nothing
I took another even larger hit and held it longer. Nothing.
But I felt compelled to persist. The cubensis onboard is holding the reigns and it must be as disoriented as me to get lift off I told myself.
My fourth hit I pulled and pulled until I sincerely became concerned about the absolute lack of activity. I was seemingly locked out. Rapping my knuckles on the door of hyperspace I was essentially being ignored.
I had ran the piece almost dry and nothing noticable. While disappointed I told myself that I was attempting to reactivate and already activated segment of my brain. "You can't turn a light on any more than it already is friend".
So I resigned to going back inside and laying down. I put the machine away, crawled into the fuzzy blankets, and closed my eyes.
This is when I noticed a white crocodile swimming peacefully and rhythmically in grey tone river from above as if I was a bird. This crocodile mutated into a large grey anaconda in the same jungle river.
While interesting it seemed mildly underwhelming so I proceeded to look around. This is when I realized I was at ground level among the animals and foliage.
This sense of being watched washed over me and I noticed a black Jaguar / big cat watching me from the foliage. It started as a black jaguar and began shaoeshifting into various things increasingly unnerving. A sense of disdain washed over me. This internal dialogue came over me "i will not be hunted, I will NOT be intimidated"
I imagined emitting a bright overwhelming light of passive tolerance and acceptance. You will not intimidate me. But I understand that this is not personal. Jaguar does what it is meant to do.
Almost immediately as I began to emit light I was seemingly teleported beneath and within a fractal pyramid with a beacon of light shooting from its point. I watched in awe studying it from within watching it's parts move in an almost rhythmic and intentionally clocked way. It was all in harmony. Cogs to a machine.
The trip was short lived and resource expensive but I feel like I've gained understanding with this entity that I feel has been following me in my day to day life this year.
In coming down and talking about it in chat I realized that I wasn't so much teleported as much as I had become said pyramid. We were one in the same. The saying your body is a castle comes to mind. When I said "I will not be intimidated, have LIGHT!" I myself had become this greyscale pyramid shooting an incomprehensibly blinding bright light from the top. While inside of this pyramid form I realized that there was nothing. Nothing but me and this beacon. The predator lurking in the back attempting to stalk me was no more. It realized that I was not prey but equal if not more powerful. It vanished immediately as if by command. A big big house cat just trying to eat. But I am not to be eaten.
When I came back down to the emerging peak of my cubensis trip I realized that I felt "normal". Still tripping but back to baseline.
I probably will not do this experience again. When I say I consumed more DMT than all of my previous trips combined I mean it. It was excessive. BUT the spice heard me. It was patient and tolerant of my tenacity. While not producing vibrant colors I think the muted undertones were intentional. So as to not distract me from the monster in the brush.
The white crocodile
The grey anaconda
The black Jaguar
They all have their meaning. I have yet to figure it out in its entirety. But I'm eternally grateful for the experiences the spice willfully affords me in this fleeting life. An incredibly rare experience few get to receive and even fewer seem readily willing to digest beyond the recreation. The spice is not a toy. It is not a substance to be partied about it is ancient technology with great power capable of true shamanistic visions.
I will be proceeding with changa/aya work as soon as possible. There is much to learn. But I will wait patiently for the time that it comes to fruition.
This report written at "peak" of cubensis post blast. Please bare in mind typos and misuse of words is bound to happen with me. I will revise and edit at a later date while not under the medicines influence.
Thank you for your time
Let it be known that I do not condone the inexperienced taking high or unknown dosages, especially alone. I have extensive solo trip experience and am more than comfortable in doing this. Please be responsible. Now onto the report
We ate chicken nachos and put on "Cop Out" while we waited for the mushrooms to kick in. With all the stress lately we've become a bit distant trying to get things back in order. Tonight presented itself as the opportune time to reground and reconnect.
At the t:1:30 mark we jumped in the shower and got ourselves clean while appreciating each other intimately. Eventually the hot water ran dry so we evacuated to the living room to proceed. 2.5g was barely perceptible visually but we could both tell the medicine was working. Helping us recenter with each other and refind the fire we once had.
We finished the movie and I decided it was about time I go outside to address some issues within the ether. My machine was loaded with an unknown amount of DMT. Preloaded with the hardened red oil of a previous extraction which has proven highly effective and recently soaked in fresh crystal clear oil from a fresh extraction. There was a lot in there.
I proceeded to take a few deep breaths. Prayed to the spice to help me find answers to questions I couldn't quite formulate, protect me in the beyond, and help me find peace in the chaos all around.
I took a small hit as usual to test the waters. Nothing
I took another larger hit and held it. Nothing
I took another even larger hit and held it longer. Nothing.
But I felt compelled to persist. The cubensis onboard is holding the reigns and it must be as disoriented as me to get lift off I told myself.
My fourth hit I pulled and pulled until I sincerely became concerned about the absolute lack of activity. I was seemingly locked out. Rapping my knuckles on the door of hyperspace I was essentially being ignored.
I had ran the piece almost dry and nothing noticable. While disappointed I told myself that I was attempting to reactivate and already activated segment of my brain. "You can't turn a light on any more than it already is friend".
So I resigned to going back inside and laying down. I put the machine away, crawled into the fuzzy blankets, and closed my eyes.
This is when I noticed a white crocodile swimming peacefully and rhythmically in grey tone river from above as if I was a bird. This crocodile mutated into a large grey anaconda in the same jungle river.
While interesting it seemed mildly underwhelming so I proceeded to look around. This is when I realized I was at ground level among the animals and foliage.
This sense of being watched washed over me and I noticed a black Jaguar / big cat watching me from the foliage. It started as a black jaguar and began shaoeshifting into various things increasingly unnerving. A sense of disdain washed over me. This internal dialogue came over me "i will not be hunted, I will NOT be intimidated"
I imagined emitting a bright overwhelming light of passive tolerance and acceptance. You will not intimidate me. But I understand that this is not personal. Jaguar does what it is meant to do.
Almost immediately as I began to emit light I was seemingly teleported beneath and within a fractal pyramid with a beacon of light shooting from its point. I watched in awe studying it from within watching it's parts move in an almost rhythmic and intentionally clocked way. It was all in harmony. Cogs to a machine.
The trip was short lived and resource expensive but I feel like I've gained understanding with this entity that I feel has been following me in my day to day life this year.
In coming down and talking about it in chat I realized that I wasn't so much teleported as much as I had become said pyramid. We were one in the same. The saying your body is a castle comes to mind. When I said "I will not be intimidated, have LIGHT!" I myself had become this greyscale pyramid shooting an incomprehensibly blinding bright light from the top. While inside of this pyramid form I realized that there was nothing. Nothing but me and this beacon. The predator lurking in the back attempting to stalk me was no more. It realized that I was not prey but equal if not more powerful. It vanished immediately as if by command. A big big house cat just trying to eat. But I am not to be eaten.
When I came back down to the emerging peak of my cubensis trip I realized that I felt "normal". Still tripping but back to baseline.
I probably will not do this experience again. When I say I consumed more DMT than all of my previous trips combined I mean it. It was excessive. BUT the spice heard me. It was patient and tolerant of my tenacity. While not producing vibrant colors I think the muted undertones were intentional. So as to not distract me from the monster in the brush.
The white crocodile
The grey anaconda
The black Jaguar
They all have their meaning. I have yet to figure it out in its entirety. But I'm eternally grateful for the experiences the spice willfully affords me in this fleeting life. An incredibly rare experience few get to receive and even fewer seem readily willing to digest beyond the recreation. The spice is not a toy. It is not a substance to be partied about it is ancient technology with great power capable of true shamanistic visions.
I will be proceeding with changa/aya work as soon as possible. There is much to learn. But I will wait patiently for the time that it comes to fruition.
This report written at "peak" of cubensis post blast. Please bare in mind typos and misuse of words is bound to happen with me. I will revise and edit at a later date while not under the medicines influence.
Thank you for your time
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again, like my last trip I found myself searching a jungle. Things weren't so clear this time but i could hear birds and monkeys singing in the distance. I kept travelling through the dense brush. But it was thick like a corn field, until it wasn't anymore. I out of the thick brush came this expansive clearing. The land appeared salted, not even grass grew here. In the middle of this clearing stood a stone pyramid that reached toward the sky at impressive height. 
