Remapped
Juju Stone
Hi, I just found the nexus last night. I tried the Spice 2 months ago and have been obsessed ever since. I just want to throw my experiance into the melting pot becuase I believe the best shot we have at understanding this Technology or Experiance or whatever is to weave a sort of patchwork composite of our experiances. Bear with me because I know alot of you are experianced voyagers, and even ones people who arent, I would love to hear any similarities with your story. PLEASE, IF ANY OF YOU RETURN VOYAGERS HERE CAN ELABORATE ON ANY OF THIS, DO IT. I never was an alien believer, but after Spice I see that its not as simple as other planets with green men and spaceships.
Well any-who, I was in the prescence of an experianced voyager of Spice Land, with a proper vaporiser pipe and a huge tube full of the Spice and he let people go down for free. I lay in the total darkness on his bed while he held the pipe to my lips. I took a cleansing breath then he started the torch and let a large amount of smoke fill the chamber. I inhaled and was struck by the bizareness of the taste
As I blew out I remember thinking "I am already in way over my head, and I have to take 2 more?!". Bear in mind I had at least 6 years experiance with hallucinogens.
I took the second toke and the room began dissolving, being replaced by fuzzy pixalated light patterns. I get pulled foraward through the tunnel. My spice-sitter told me that I took a total of "4 champ hits" before I fell back. I come to in what I know now to be the Dome. Now my experiance may be a little disordered chronologically but nonethless this is what I saw.I was lying down looking up at 4 tall beings in the room. They were Mantis with triangular heads. One was clearly in charge while the others were more of orderlies. They had a definate Egyptian vibe, but only looking back on it. The "leader" got RIGHT up in my face. He communicated with me vaguely. I had a sensation of my body being wet? or that my hands were in fluid or something. Now before I go into what happened here I must first describe the Dome. Spatial dimensions dont exist there as they do here. The space in between the walls and my point of view wasnt full of air, but rather a Wave of ever shifting pixal windowpanes with were filled in with golden red numbers, mystic symbols, alphabets, geomatries, and runes. I could (to paraphrase Terrence) turn it into yet another metaphor by saying it was similar to how a cut jewel or diamond has many facets, or sides, but in the space between the walls and ceiling and me, there were zillions of facets that crawled on Tentacle Waves, and each facet had symbols and alphabets and patterns crawling within it. I guess an easier way to say it would be that things there dont have definitive outlines or boundries, rather they are at once distinct and part of the rolling wave of pattern-space.
Now, I never felt fear or hesitation really, in the sense of these creatures being threatening, but clearly they possesed unimaginable motivations. They seemed to have a "buissness as usual attitude". However, paradoxes seem to occur often in this place, and they were both interested in me as a specimen and yet disinterested or disaffected by the routine. I certainly remember feeling helpless and in awe that I, as this little speck of ego, could possibly let myself get so fucked up or die or whatever happened to get me here, that I could be witnessing these things that were so foreign I had no idea what was going on. The sound I could describe as being a sort of background internal roar, with an overlay or clicks, whistles, pops, and crackles.
At this point the leader is right up in my grill. When I tried to focus on him, he seemed to be less of a giant Preying Mantis bug, but more of a Mantoid or Mantis-esque collage consisting of a Large Triangle that his Eye sat in, this within a sphere, orbited by a bunch of smaller gyroscopic eggs with geomatries and patterns within them. His body was largely Mechanical in nature, deep emerald color, and I distinctly remember seeing his right forearm in the lower left-hand area of my viewpoint. This arm was grey and green, with mechanical Cogs spinning and tubes coming out of it. It kind of writhed in a technical manner. There seemed to be eyeballs on this arm also. His whole presence was at once part of the faceted tentacle geomatries, and distinct from them. God, things move so differant there. I felt electric currents in my body. Anyways. The leader raised his arm-thing and JAMMED IT IN MY FUCKING FOREHEAD. Right between the eyes. And then I was quite aware of what was happening. I may have been just a tendril of consciousness, totally unaware that Earth even existed, but I watched this happen with complete lucidity. There wasn't much room for meandering thought, but I was definitly lucid. The Leader spoke my last name, he said "You are a M****lia (my last name). You are your fathers son." He said more I dont remember. Then I was certain of what they were doing. They were mapping my brain, they were not cleaning it, but rehardwiring it. They were uploading my existence into the great log of hyperspace. I am an artist, a musician, and a thinker. For those of you familier with Mckennas talks about the elves being "meme traders, connasuiers of ideas", or those of you who have read daniel Pinchbecks wonderful book "Breaking open the Head", well they were probably entertained. They seemed to be doing a series of imcomprehensible tasks, that they carried out with the deliberate and clinical vibe despite the fucking crazyness I was seeing around them. They were glad I came, of this I'm sure. after a bit I think they played a trick on me. As I felt them going through my brain, mapping it out, I became aware that my breathing and biological functions were simply programs they were running. Breath in, whoosh, breathe out, beep. Repeat. The first thing I remembered about myself, me as Jake M, the ego, was once I heard that a quote "laughter is one of a shamans best weapons". I laughed. Then I could see myself from multiple angles at once, lying down, completely like an Alex Grey painting, with all the veins and chakras and pathways lit up and swarming with lights and colored energies. at this point I think I got a joke played on me by something. All of a sudden out of this total chaos I had been in, EVERYTHING dissapears for a minute and I am in the kitchen at the house I was on DMT in. I thought "wait what the fuck reality exists? what happened? I'm not dead? and my trip sitter and our friend were sitting at the table pointing at me and laughing, only it wasnt quite them when I looked close, and my confusion seemed to be the object of their laughing, I was the blunt of a joke I didnt understand. All of a sudden our other friend in the house comes gliding up but hes just a sillouette and when he gets closer I see hes not my friend at all but this little guy with his arm outstretched as if balancing a tray sliding toward me as if ice skating. this I am convinced was an elf. he was hovering too though. He came right up to me and pointed or something, and all of a sudden I was back in DMT land! So the Pyramid Eye Mantis thing stops and then im in a hallway going backwards down it, and its filled with these crazy fucking clowns and freeks and fun mirrors and the patterns become more colorful with pinks and oranges and reds and they are sticking their heads out of the doors as i am dragged backwards, they are grinning and there are a thousand million laughs and shouts and words I dont understand and then I'm back on the bed and I remember snow outside and I asked if I puked because of the liquid on me in DMT world and he says no. I take a sip of water and light a Cigg with shaking hands and tell my sitter there was no possible fucking way he could have prepared me for that.
I have learned so much about the vast ecology that actually exists behind the curtains, but it has just raised more questions. Any one else please share if any of this makes sense to you.
Well any-who, I was in the prescence of an experianced voyager of Spice Land, with a proper vaporiser pipe and a huge tube full of the Spice and he let people go down for free. I lay in the total darkness on his bed while he held the pipe to my lips. I took a cleansing breath then he started the torch and let a large amount of smoke fill the chamber. I inhaled and was struck by the bizareness of the taste
As I blew out I remember thinking "I am already in way over my head, and I have to take 2 more?!". Bear in mind I had at least 6 years experiance with hallucinogens.
I took the second toke and the room began dissolving, being replaced by fuzzy pixalated light patterns. I get pulled foraward through the tunnel. My spice-sitter told me that I took a total of "4 champ hits" before I fell back. I come to in what I know now to be the Dome. Now my experiance may be a little disordered chronologically but nonethless this is what I saw.I was lying down looking up at 4 tall beings in the room. They were Mantis with triangular heads. One was clearly in charge while the others were more of orderlies. They had a definate Egyptian vibe, but only looking back on it. The "leader" got RIGHT up in my face. He communicated with me vaguely. I had a sensation of my body being wet? or that my hands were in fluid or something. Now before I go into what happened here I must first describe the Dome. Spatial dimensions dont exist there as they do here. The space in between the walls and my point of view wasnt full of air, but rather a Wave of ever shifting pixal windowpanes with were filled in with golden red numbers, mystic symbols, alphabets, geomatries, and runes. I could (to paraphrase Terrence) turn it into yet another metaphor by saying it was similar to how a cut jewel or diamond has many facets, or sides, but in the space between the walls and ceiling and me, there were zillions of facets that crawled on Tentacle Waves, and each facet had symbols and alphabets and patterns crawling within it. I guess an easier way to say it would be that things there dont have definitive outlines or boundries, rather they are at once distinct and part of the rolling wave of pattern-space.
Now, I never felt fear or hesitation really, in the sense of these creatures being threatening, but clearly they possesed unimaginable motivations. They seemed to have a "buissness as usual attitude". However, paradoxes seem to occur often in this place, and they were both interested in me as a specimen and yet disinterested or disaffected by the routine. I certainly remember feeling helpless and in awe that I, as this little speck of ego, could possibly let myself get so fucked up or die or whatever happened to get me here, that I could be witnessing these things that were so foreign I had no idea what was going on. The sound I could describe as being a sort of background internal roar, with an overlay or clicks, whistles, pops, and crackles.
At this point the leader is right up in my grill. When I tried to focus on him, he seemed to be less of a giant Preying Mantis bug, but more of a Mantoid or Mantis-esque collage consisting of a Large Triangle that his Eye sat in, this within a sphere, orbited by a bunch of smaller gyroscopic eggs with geomatries and patterns within them. His body was largely Mechanical in nature, deep emerald color, and I distinctly remember seeing his right forearm in the lower left-hand area of my viewpoint. This arm was grey and green, with mechanical Cogs spinning and tubes coming out of it. It kind of writhed in a technical manner. There seemed to be eyeballs on this arm also. His whole presence was at once part of the faceted tentacle geomatries, and distinct from them. God, things move so differant there. I felt electric currents in my body. Anyways. The leader raised his arm-thing and JAMMED IT IN MY FUCKING FOREHEAD. Right between the eyes. And then I was quite aware of what was happening. I may have been just a tendril of consciousness, totally unaware that Earth even existed, but I watched this happen with complete lucidity. There wasn't much room for meandering thought, but I was definitly lucid. The Leader spoke my last name, he said "You are a M****lia (my last name). You are your fathers son." He said more I dont remember. Then I was certain of what they were doing. They were mapping my brain, they were not cleaning it, but rehardwiring it. They were uploading my existence into the great log of hyperspace. I am an artist, a musician, and a thinker. For those of you familier with Mckennas talks about the elves being "meme traders, connasuiers of ideas", or those of you who have read daniel Pinchbecks wonderful book "Breaking open the Head", well they were probably entertained. They seemed to be doing a series of imcomprehensible tasks, that they carried out with the deliberate and clinical vibe despite the fucking crazyness I was seeing around them. They were glad I came, of this I'm sure. after a bit I think they played a trick on me. As I felt them going through my brain, mapping it out, I became aware that my breathing and biological functions were simply programs they were running. Breath in, whoosh, breathe out, beep. Repeat. The first thing I remembered about myself, me as Jake M, the ego, was once I heard that a quote "laughter is one of a shamans best weapons". I laughed. Then I could see myself from multiple angles at once, lying down, completely like an Alex Grey painting, with all the veins and chakras and pathways lit up and swarming with lights and colored energies. at this point I think I got a joke played on me by something. All of a sudden out of this total chaos I had been in, EVERYTHING dissapears for a minute and I am in the kitchen at the house I was on DMT in. I thought "wait what the fuck reality exists? what happened? I'm not dead? and my trip sitter and our friend were sitting at the table pointing at me and laughing, only it wasnt quite them when I looked close, and my confusion seemed to be the object of their laughing, I was the blunt of a joke I didnt understand. All of a sudden our other friend in the house comes gliding up but hes just a sillouette and when he gets closer I see hes not my friend at all but this little guy with his arm outstretched as if balancing a tray sliding toward me as if ice skating. this I am convinced was an elf. he was hovering too though. He came right up to me and pointed or something, and all of a sudden I was back in DMT land! So the Pyramid Eye Mantis thing stops and then im in a hallway going backwards down it, and its filled with these crazy fucking clowns and freeks and fun mirrors and the patterns become more colorful with pinks and oranges and reds and they are sticking their heads out of the doors as i am dragged backwards, they are grinning and there are a thousand million laughs and shouts and words I dont understand and then I'm back on the bed and I remember snow outside and I asked if I puked because of the liquid on me in DMT world and he says no. I take a sip of water and light a Cigg with shaking hands and tell my sitter there was no possible fucking way he could have prepared me for that.
I have learned so much about the vast ecology that actually exists behind the curtains, but it has just raised more questions. Any one else please share if any of this makes sense to you.
