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I hope this is the appropriate place to post this.
Last night I made myself a mild tea using 1 gram of potent psilocybe Natalensis, a bag of rooibos tea and a spoonful of honey.
I don't want to go into detail about the actual trip, but I would like to share a part of it as I wonder if others can recognize these thoughts or whether I am alone with this.
At some point towards the end of the evening I watched a documentary about the universe. It was about all the theories and hypothesis we as humans came up with and which turned out to be true during later experiments. Isn't it fascinating that we are basically able to imagine something into existence? I.e coming up with an idea of how a function of the universe works and decades later we have the tool to actually confirm this idea? I find that ability fascinating and I think that there is a reason why we are "equipped" with this ability.
So I watched this and had these strings of thoughts and a feeling of sadness and something like shame came up. I realized that I have had this feeling during most of my psychedelic experiences. Sometimes even on a normal day. I also feel bliss, one with everything and all these positive emotions, but at some point I get this gloomy feeling I struggle to describe. This feeling has accompanied my journeys for the last two decades and it gets steadily stronger. These days it can get so intense that I feel I can't take it anymore. But the positive aspects of the psychedelic experience give me the strength to go through this, time after time.
I think last night I realized the purpose of this feeling. It took me such a long time to figure it out.
We humans are supposed to do something. The ability to imagine things into existence hasn't been given to us without a reason. We are meant to explore and spread through the universe, but we got distracted somehow and it seems like we missed the temporal window to get things in motion. We have missed the point of our existence and lost our purpose. Isn't that sad? We have come so far from the stone age till now. Look at what we achieved in this relatively short period of our existence compared to the age of the entire universe. It feels like we nearly made it to the finish line and then messed up somehow. That's how it feels and I hope there are still chances to turn things for the better. Maybe it's not shame, but failure that I feel. Maybe it's a mixture of both emotions.
I believe that all matter is conscious. From the entire universe, down to atoms, quarks and strings. It is all conscious and it is all connected, but most people's consciousness leaves out this awareness of interconnectedness. For me the psychedelic experience is one of the tools to tap into that awareness without a lot of effort and it opens up channels that allow me to communicate or rather receive signals from the cosmos or in this particular case with mother nature. Since I can think, I always felt a strong bond or connection to nature. One of the main reasons why I use psychedelics is the fact that these substances allow me to bond with nature in otherwise unimaginable ways. They allow me to communicate with nature as if it is an entity of its own (something I don't even question anymore). Mother nature is ill and she won't get better unless we change our ways now.
This whole realization made me reevaluate my last changa experience, which I initially thought to have been a "lock-out experience". Parts of this experience came up again last night. Especially the moment when it felt as if all surrounding plants leaned towards me in what I thought to be a threatening way. What I didn't write down in my report about this experience was that it felt as if the leaves kind of reached into my mind. Something, and I believe it was nature, tried to desperately communicate something to me via the sound of the carrier wave. This is also why I "wasn't allowed" to close my eyes. It wanted my full attention. It needs help. It needs us to realize what we are actually doing to our home planet and consequently change our ways drastically. But I doubt that we are willing to get out of our comfort zone before we have reached the point of no return.
Dear reader, if you made it this far I want you to know that I still concider the chance of me misinterpretate these feelings. It might just all be in my head. But even if it is, I don't really see harm in entertaining this idea. It makes me put more effort in doing my part of nature conservation and I hope to be a good example to others and especially my children. In the hope that they will be able to grow old in a functional eco system,just like I was allowed to.
I know the above is a bit chaotic. Sometimes I wish English would be my first language as often I struggle to find the right words to express myself properly.
What are your thoughts?
Last night I made myself a mild tea using 1 gram of potent psilocybe Natalensis, a bag of rooibos tea and a spoonful of honey.
I don't want to go into detail about the actual trip, but I would like to share a part of it as I wonder if others can recognize these thoughts or whether I am alone with this.
At some point towards the end of the evening I watched a documentary about the universe. It was about all the theories and hypothesis we as humans came up with and which turned out to be true during later experiments. Isn't it fascinating that we are basically able to imagine something into existence? I.e coming up with an idea of how a function of the universe works and decades later we have the tool to actually confirm this idea? I find that ability fascinating and I think that there is a reason why we are "equipped" with this ability.
So I watched this and had these strings of thoughts and a feeling of sadness and something like shame came up. I realized that I have had this feeling during most of my psychedelic experiences. Sometimes even on a normal day. I also feel bliss, one with everything and all these positive emotions, but at some point I get this gloomy feeling I struggle to describe. This feeling has accompanied my journeys for the last two decades and it gets steadily stronger. These days it can get so intense that I feel I can't take it anymore. But the positive aspects of the psychedelic experience give me the strength to go through this, time after time.
I think last night I realized the purpose of this feeling. It took me such a long time to figure it out.
We humans are supposed to do something. The ability to imagine things into existence hasn't been given to us without a reason. We are meant to explore and spread through the universe, but we got distracted somehow and it seems like we missed the temporal window to get things in motion. We have missed the point of our existence and lost our purpose. Isn't that sad? We have come so far from the stone age till now. Look at what we achieved in this relatively short period of our existence compared to the age of the entire universe. It feels like we nearly made it to the finish line and then messed up somehow. That's how it feels and I hope there are still chances to turn things for the better. Maybe it's not shame, but failure that I feel. Maybe it's a mixture of both emotions.
I believe that all matter is conscious. From the entire universe, down to atoms, quarks and strings. It is all conscious and it is all connected, but most people's consciousness leaves out this awareness of interconnectedness. For me the psychedelic experience is one of the tools to tap into that awareness without a lot of effort and it opens up channels that allow me to communicate or rather receive signals from the cosmos or in this particular case with mother nature. Since I can think, I always felt a strong bond or connection to nature. One of the main reasons why I use psychedelics is the fact that these substances allow me to bond with nature in otherwise unimaginable ways. They allow me to communicate with nature as if it is an entity of its own (something I don't even question anymore). Mother nature is ill and she won't get better unless we change our ways now.
This whole realization made me reevaluate my last changa experience, which I initially thought to have been a "lock-out experience". Parts of this experience came up again last night. Especially the moment when it felt as if all surrounding plants leaned towards me in what I thought to be a threatening way. What I didn't write down in my report about this experience was that it felt as if the leaves kind of reached into my mind. Something, and I believe it was nature, tried to desperately communicate something to me via the sound of the carrier wave. This is also why I "wasn't allowed" to close my eyes. It wanted my full attention. It needs help. It needs us to realize what we are actually doing to our home planet and consequently change our ways drastically. But I doubt that we are willing to get out of our comfort zone before we have reached the point of no return.
Dear reader, if you made it this far I want you to know that I still concider the chance of me misinterpretate these feelings. It might just all be in my head. But even if it is, I don't really see harm in entertaining this idea. It makes me put more effort in doing my part of nature conservation and I hope to be a good example to others and especially my children. In the hope that they will be able to grow old in a functional eco system,just like I was allowed to.
I know the above is a bit chaotic. Sometimes I wish English would be my first language as often I struggle to find the right words to express myself properly.
What are your thoughts?