SpiceGirl
Rising Star
Hey guys, I was taking out some trash today as I cleaned the apartment and found a notepad sitting on the ground, page open. Noone was around so I figured someone threw it out, I began reading the open page and it's a trip report! Brought it home and typed it up, here it is for you guys to read too:
Just landed a while ago and began to write. I cannot begin to say how much lucid dreaming, or at least trying to remember or writing down your dreams helps in retrieving and paying attention and exploring hyperspace. To summarize in a preface, in my trip I learned about being woman. The stereotypes that have been instilled into me just weren't there. I watched, trying to take in every little bit as I could. The colors began dancing with each other and morphing around. I began going through many images, 'surfing' hyperspace if you will, until I found a familiar object - interestingly a crazy alien structure, and only a fragment of it. It was a white plastic clothes hamper, and it was exactly as I had seen it before.
The clothes hamper has particular interest to me: In my previous sacrament, it was what immediately arrested my attention upon closing my eyes. It was upside down, and the square holes that are on the sides of the real ones were circular in this one and the definition was very sharp, but all made of the dark sparkly colors that become so bright on our eyelids. I felt it was pure white, although it was all awash in color - the color forming it all to begin with, Anyway, the definition was so sharp, it left an anchor impression on me, allowing me to remember more of the trip and meditate upon it throughout the next day. When it appeared tonight it all made sense.
For some reason that hamper had child-like memories. I realized that I was willing and asking to experience some specific, wonderful dream evidently, and wasn't getting what I wanted, but understood that it was all necessary and would automatically invert to what I wanted if I just went with it. I want to note that in this there was no fretting that I wasn't getting what I wanted, it was though I had the duality to feel both with no complication at all. This is how I love the spice, as it coheses with my mind very well, and I simply experienced this dialog, feeling nothing but calm intrigue as I watched the flowing scenes form in the focus of my conscience. I saw the baby crib, and it transformed into a baby, in a moderately older woman's arms. I saw the beauty in her, mothering her child, and became one with the concept. I don't know any good way to explain this, but it felt as though it was morphing, and I understood all of it as it morphed - as if I was morphing in sync with it perhaps? This was in feeling of course, as how would you visualize understanding the concept? I guess by the vision then morphing, as it did. I noticed her hair, and how it flowed down and into the baby. As I followed this, it began to rise up like a wave, washing both the child and the mother into the silhouette of a slender woman, melding into the hair on her back as she was about to step into the shower. I should note here that I saw no shower, merely knew this was happening. I realized that she was myself, and simultaneously felt that she was a particular old friend of mine from back home. I realized why we connected so well, and it was partly the essence that was being shown here, which we both exhibited, but which there are no words to describe, as would be expected of such.
It continued to morph, but alas I can remember no further, this was the gist however. The second vision was MORE than what I wanted before the first vision, and so much better than I could have ever imagined. I am currently reading The Soul's Code by James Hillman, and am just reading what he has to about intuition. Has anyone else read any of his works? Some of this has some interesting mixings with DMT - I may try writing about it if it continues to speak to me like it has been. Does anyone else get this sort of thing happen to them? Where you see a vision, or an image, or scene, or what have you and 'know' the rest? It IS like intuition, you don't NEED to see the rest of the image because you are so well acquainted with whatever it is, you know it like the back of your hand or some such? Very interesting stuff.
Also, I've been reading Alan Watts today and whilst Salvia tricked me once again, DMT went above and beyond the call of duty. I know that one day Salvia and I will get along, but regardless, I also remember after seeing the woman in the shower and seeing myself and my friends essences all aligned, my mind filled with the thoughts of God playing hide-and-seek. It was immediately after, as it morphed much more, but it did eventually come. I am honestly unsure of any timing during any of this one, but I believe the entire event lasted roughly 20 minutes total, erring on the side of less, at least for more intensity of course - just going by the clock after I walked into the kitchen. Which reminds me, the vision stopped, I believe it was one of those "Do you want it to end? I can make it end if you'd like" and you don't but it feels like they didn't hear you and didn't intend to but accidentally made it end. I sat there and could still see the visuals, but they weren't morphing as fast and I had to relax or 'focus' in some way, although it's not entirely focusing because it's not difficult, but after doing it for a brief moment, and it working fine, I begin to tell myself "You shouldn't HAVE to do anything" because I've read it so much and I stop. I began to think about opening my eyes and wondering if it'd all look normal. I then decided no, I will focus a bit and then have full trust that it will be pretty, and did, and just that happened. It was quite amazing, I opened my eyes to a particular poster of .hack//SIGN with this glow around the characters floating in what appears to be a void, they always seem to pop out and they were popping out with that chroma-colored plastic effect and I just started giggling, partially in awe and partially in thanks to whatever allowed this to happen. I stood up and found myself stumbling like bambi for a step or two, but then I felt completely capable of doing anything and exploring the world in this atonished state. I walked into my bathroom and exclaimed out loud how awesome the patterns on the walls are for tripping and such. I pondered taking mushrooms tonight as I glanced into the mirror. I made faces and smiled at it and left to the kitchen, that's when I saw the clock, pretty sure it had been 20-ish minutes. Anyway I checked my water distiller to see if there's enough to start my next extraction, and unfortunately there wasn't. At some point during this physical world walking adventure, I did feel a tinge of nausea. It was easily faught but definitely detectable - I knew if I stopped moving it would go away, and that it was merely because I haven't eaten in a while. Before I pushed off I drank a sip of water and it actually felt bad because my stomach was so empty, not sure if anyone else gets that, but I decided it'd be better to push off and eat later, and now that I am done typing this I am going to go eat - and hopefully soon the water will be nice and distilled for ..drinking.
Just landed a while ago and began to write. I cannot begin to say how much lucid dreaming, or at least trying to remember or writing down your dreams helps in retrieving and paying attention and exploring hyperspace. To summarize in a preface, in my trip I learned about being woman. The stereotypes that have been instilled into me just weren't there. I watched, trying to take in every little bit as I could. The colors began dancing with each other and morphing around. I began going through many images, 'surfing' hyperspace if you will, until I found a familiar object - interestingly a crazy alien structure, and only a fragment of it. It was a white plastic clothes hamper, and it was exactly as I had seen it before.
The clothes hamper has particular interest to me: In my previous sacrament, it was what immediately arrested my attention upon closing my eyes. It was upside down, and the square holes that are on the sides of the real ones were circular in this one and the definition was very sharp, but all made of the dark sparkly colors that become so bright on our eyelids. I felt it was pure white, although it was all awash in color - the color forming it all to begin with, Anyway, the definition was so sharp, it left an anchor impression on me, allowing me to remember more of the trip and meditate upon it throughout the next day. When it appeared tonight it all made sense.
For some reason that hamper had child-like memories. I realized that I was willing and asking to experience some specific, wonderful dream evidently, and wasn't getting what I wanted, but understood that it was all necessary and would automatically invert to what I wanted if I just went with it. I want to note that in this there was no fretting that I wasn't getting what I wanted, it was though I had the duality to feel both with no complication at all. This is how I love the spice, as it coheses with my mind very well, and I simply experienced this dialog, feeling nothing but calm intrigue as I watched the flowing scenes form in the focus of my conscience. I saw the baby crib, and it transformed into a baby, in a moderately older woman's arms. I saw the beauty in her, mothering her child, and became one with the concept. I don't know any good way to explain this, but it felt as though it was morphing, and I understood all of it as it morphed - as if I was morphing in sync with it perhaps? This was in feeling of course, as how would you visualize understanding the concept? I guess by the vision then morphing, as it did. I noticed her hair, and how it flowed down and into the baby. As I followed this, it began to rise up like a wave, washing both the child and the mother into the silhouette of a slender woman, melding into the hair on her back as she was about to step into the shower. I should note here that I saw no shower, merely knew this was happening. I realized that she was myself, and simultaneously felt that she was a particular old friend of mine from back home. I realized why we connected so well, and it was partly the essence that was being shown here, which we both exhibited, but which there are no words to describe, as would be expected of such.
It continued to morph, but alas I can remember no further, this was the gist however. The second vision was MORE than what I wanted before the first vision, and so much better than I could have ever imagined. I am currently reading The Soul's Code by James Hillman, and am just reading what he has to about intuition. Has anyone else read any of his works? Some of this has some interesting mixings with DMT - I may try writing about it if it continues to speak to me like it has been. Does anyone else get this sort of thing happen to them? Where you see a vision, or an image, or scene, or what have you and 'know' the rest? It IS like intuition, you don't NEED to see the rest of the image because you are so well acquainted with whatever it is, you know it like the back of your hand or some such? Very interesting stuff.
Also, I've been reading Alan Watts today and whilst Salvia tricked me once again, DMT went above and beyond the call of duty. I know that one day Salvia and I will get along, but regardless, I also remember after seeing the woman in the shower and seeing myself and my friends essences all aligned, my mind filled with the thoughts of God playing hide-and-seek. It was immediately after, as it morphed much more, but it did eventually come. I am honestly unsure of any timing during any of this one, but I believe the entire event lasted roughly 20 minutes total, erring on the side of less, at least for more intensity of course - just going by the clock after I walked into the kitchen. Which reminds me, the vision stopped, I believe it was one of those "Do you want it to end? I can make it end if you'd like" and you don't but it feels like they didn't hear you and didn't intend to but accidentally made it end. I sat there and could still see the visuals, but they weren't morphing as fast and I had to relax or 'focus' in some way, although it's not entirely focusing because it's not difficult, but after doing it for a brief moment, and it working fine, I begin to tell myself "You shouldn't HAVE to do anything" because I've read it so much and I stop. I began to think about opening my eyes and wondering if it'd all look normal. I then decided no, I will focus a bit and then have full trust that it will be pretty, and did, and just that happened. It was quite amazing, I opened my eyes to a particular poster of .hack//SIGN with this glow around the characters floating in what appears to be a void, they always seem to pop out and they were popping out with that chroma-colored plastic effect and I just started giggling, partially in awe and partially in thanks to whatever allowed this to happen. I stood up and found myself stumbling like bambi for a step or two, but then I felt completely capable of doing anything and exploring the world in this atonished state. I walked into my bathroom and exclaimed out loud how awesome the patterns on the walls are for tripping and such. I pondered taking mushrooms tonight as I glanced into the mirror. I made faces and smiled at it and left to the kitchen, that's when I saw the clock, pretty sure it had been 20-ish minutes. Anyway I checked my water distiller to see if there's enough to start my next extraction, and unfortunately there wasn't. At some point during this physical world walking adventure, I did feel a tinge of nausea. It was easily faught but definitely detectable - I knew if I stopped moving it would go away, and that it was merely because I haven't eaten in a while. Before I pushed off I drank a sip of water and it actually felt bad because my stomach was so empty, not sure if anyone else gets that, but I decided it'd be better to push off and eat later, and now that I am done typing this I am going to go eat - and hopefully soon the water will be nice and distilled for ..drinking.
