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Rising Star
Hi there :d
I was doing some early morning reading, recounting some memories of my life. I found this place and have been looking for some time now for a space to share thoughts. Winter usually brings about some nostalgia for me as I have had a majority of my psychedelic journeys right around this season. I live in florida, I love pot, and really enjoy psychs especially the personal time I have had with them. I feel lucky to have had these profound experiences, and an opportunity to expand my awareness as well as the positive, life reaffirming energy I get from them.
I have been blessed by the spirits of some kind people in my life - one in particular, my best friend, and trustworthy trip buddy, who has been there as a shaman, a guide, a true help and sitter as well. Set and setting can be so conducive, so enriching. Because of him and another I was able to have my first DMT trip this past summer.
I remember going to the house, I remember feeling especially different just before entering, knowing what I was about to do. I waited so long to try and I was finally getting my opportunity.
The first hit came on harsh, like burnt rubber, sort of itchy. Stung the lungs, but I don't mind the burn so much. The third hit comes and everything gets blurry, I see white flashes sort of a smoke color invading my line of sight.
I close my eyes.
I feel my self moving, moving very fast, kind of floating forwards, increasing speed like I'm falling from the atmosphere through a portal in my couch... I sink so far in, my body crumples like paper.
I feel wind, I am flying towards something enormous, some huge ball but it's not distinguishable, it's hidden behind tons of what look like spinning helicopter blades, facing a 90 degree angle directly at my line of sight, blocking the light, but at the same time spiraling outward folding away from the light. It is huge and almost mechanical looking, but shaped much like a flower of some kind. Tons of pinwheels everywhere.
I'm floating into this dome. What feels like god changing the channel happens; I teleport somewhere and, about 2 inches away from my face is something so large, that my periphials blur and almost cross - the left and right arms of this entity seem to extend out into eternity, into my periphials, refracting forever behind it like a medicine cabinet door reflection in the bathroom mirror. It's dancing like a woman, like some sensual dancing woman. But hard, resolute, strong, and intimidating, and actually I am almost terrified but more in awe and overcome with a sense of humility that somehow, I had forgotten about this, like I've been here before, or that I had somehow forgotten something that I know so well... in reverence..
The channel flip happens again. This time I am in a tight space. My vision is obscured and I am face to face with something, some life form that is being born before me. I feel I am in front of a birth canal, it's exerting energy that emits from the center, at first it's dark, very dark, but then light pours through the center, not bright, but HD in detail, sort of a dim black light effect in this tight void I am in. The beings head squeezes from the center to greet me, and looks right at me... It's skin is covered in this deep purple glowing HD light, there is no other light source but the head of the entity in this room, I can almost feel it's breath, it's skin, the contours of the chin and lips move, and it speaks to me, but sounds do not come out... It speaks in my mind, but those aren't even words, somehow I know, I feel what it wants to impart to me...
I feel welcomed, it feels like mother... it smiles at me and I can still remember the warm glow from that moment... I have never felt more accepted in my life... I feel so happy to be here with this being, this very almost playful moment of color and light.
The story begins to take a turn when my empathy tacks on to another side of this experience: this purple being begins to cry... I feel immediately saddened as if to ask "why? why is this happening to you?" the whole beings face turns its gaze away from me to cry, it's whole head begins to disintegrate into tears... there is something different now though, a large formation on it's right side, covered in what looks like eyes glows red, and painful... it looks at me, and it pierces me, and the whole scene, this little void begins to rain, and I can't help but say (as silly as I feel it sounds) that I was told "to be careful" "to respect nature" in some way, which to me, was very specific, something to do with how limited our lives and the planet are, in "this" time, something that I shouldn't forget...
I'm glad it happened as with all my psychedelic trips. Something I cherish for what I have learned and even the betterment of the relationship with friends and family it has brought me.
thanks
I was doing some early morning reading, recounting some memories of my life. I found this place and have been looking for some time now for a space to share thoughts. Winter usually brings about some nostalgia for me as I have had a majority of my psychedelic journeys right around this season. I live in florida, I love pot, and really enjoy psychs especially the personal time I have had with them. I feel lucky to have had these profound experiences, and an opportunity to expand my awareness as well as the positive, life reaffirming energy I get from them.
I have been blessed by the spirits of some kind people in my life - one in particular, my best friend, and trustworthy trip buddy, who has been there as a shaman, a guide, a true help and sitter as well. Set and setting can be so conducive, so enriching. Because of him and another I was able to have my first DMT trip this past summer.
I remember going to the house, I remember feeling especially different just before entering, knowing what I was about to do. I waited so long to try and I was finally getting my opportunity.
The first hit came on harsh, like burnt rubber, sort of itchy. Stung the lungs, but I don't mind the burn so much. The third hit comes and everything gets blurry, I see white flashes sort of a smoke color invading my line of sight.
I close my eyes.
I feel my self moving, moving very fast, kind of floating forwards, increasing speed like I'm falling from the atmosphere through a portal in my couch... I sink so far in, my body crumples like paper.
I feel wind, I am flying towards something enormous, some huge ball but it's not distinguishable, it's hidden behind tons of what look like spinning helicopter blades, facing a 90 degree angle directly at my line of sight, blocking the light, but at the same time spiraling outward folding away from the light. It is huge and almost mechanical looking, but shaped much like a flower of some kind. Tons of pinwheels everywhere.
I'm floating into this dome. What feels like god changing the channel happens; I teleport somewhere and, about 2 inches away from my face is something so large, that my periphials blur and almost cross - the left and right arms of this entity seem to extend out into eternity, into my periphials, refracting forever behind it like a medicine cabinet door reflection in the bathroom mirror. It's dancing like a woman, like some sensual dancing woman. But hard, resolute, strong, and intimidating, and actually I am almost terrified but more in awe and overcome with a sense of humility that somehow, I had forgotten about this, like I've been here before, or that I had somehow forgotten something that I know so well... in reverence..
The channel flip happens again. This time I am in a tight space. My vision is obscured and I am face to face with something, some life form that is being born before me. I feel I am in front of a birth canal, it's exerting energy that emits from the center, at first it's dark, very dark, but then light pours through the center, not bright, but HD in detail, sort of a dim black light effect in this tight void I am in. The beings head squeezes from the center to greet me, and looks right at me... It's skin is covered in this deep purple glowing HD light, there is no other light source but the head of the entity in this room, I can almost feel it's breath, it's skin, the contours of the chin and lips move, and it speaks to me, but sounds do not come out... It speaks in my mind, but those aren't even words, somehow I know, I feel what it wants to impart to me...
I feel welcomed, it feels like mother... it smiles at me and I can still remember the warm glow from that moment... I have never felt more accepted in my life... I feel so happy to be here with this being, this very almost playful moment of color and light.
The story begins to take a turn when my empathy tacks on to another side of this experience: this purple being begins to cry... I feel immediately saddened as if to ask "why? why is this happening to you?" the whole beings face turns its gaze away from me to cry, it's whole head begins to disintegrate into tears... there is something different now though, a large formation on it's right side, covered in what looks like eyes glows red, and painful... it looks at me, and it pierces me, and the whole scene, this little void begins to rain, and I can't help but say (as silly as I feel it sounds) that I was told "to be careful" "to respect nature" in some way, which to me, was very specific, something to do with how limited our lives and the planet are, in "this" time, something that I shouldn't forget...
I'm glad it happened as with all my psychedelic trips. Something I cherish for what I have learned and even the betterment of the relationship with friends and family it has brought me.
thanks
