The main experiences which played a great role in my life

[Mr&Mrs McShulfman]

Hi, I just want to share a few short stories about me and how DMT opened to me the way to the medicines.

A few years before I was dealing with depression and body pains, mostly back pains. I was already experienced with a lot of synthetic drugs and the plants world was calling me. After reading "the plants of the gods" by Hoffman and Shultes the ayahuasca / DMT theme caught my attention. I wanted to try it. One day a friend arrived to the land I was on saying "hey guys I changed 1g of MDMA for 1g of DMT in a party ! Let's try it !". We where 4 persons, 3 beginners and the guy who had the crystals who had tried it once. One friend made a pipe with a plastic bottle and aluminium foil, he put some hashes on top of the aluminium foil and loaded a bunch of DMT on it like he would make for smoking cocaine. The two other smoked their dose and laid down. I was the third, and my friend prepared the pipe for me.
I remember sweating and shaking when my lips touched the tube of the pipe, I finished the dose in 1 big hit. I did not have the time to exhale when the effects started. I saw a huge geometric structure made of transparent tubes that was moving in an impossible way and I heard a voice saying in the back of my head "don't worry you will feel like drops of water". I had the strong sensation that I knew the voice very well, like a member of my family but did not see him. A colorfull liquid started to flow into the tubes and fell onto my body. The voice was right, the sensation was exactly that of water running all over my body. In the same time I had the strong feeling that the whole purpose of me life was to enter in contact with "them" , like some kind of mission. I could feel people walking around me, looking at me but without seeing them. I though "wow this is real, they really exist".

A few days later I was with the same friend who made the pipe, and we had three "doses" that the other guy gave us. It was 3 in the morning and we where ready to go to sleep when a very strange feeling of "alienness" caught me. I asked to the friend "do you feel it ?", he said yes. I said "we have to smoke the DMT now", he agreed. He made another plastic bottle pipe, suddenly a lot of insects where running all around us and on the table (we where outside). I looked at the sky and it was clear that something was happening.
We smoked in one hit and laid down. They came from the stars, they where travelling in some kind of flying purple cloud and they came to us. My eyes were open and this time I saw them so clearly, it was like a village, some groups where occupied with some stuff, there were children running around. A few ones approached very near to my face. They were humanoids but not human, moving with an "animal attitude". They grabbed me as I started to move and made me understand with some kind of telepathy that I had to stay quiet. They were holding my friend to. I obeyed. A strange being composed of a head with grimacing face flew to me and entered into my right hear as the humanoids were holding my head in place. I immediately felt a deep electric buzz in the right part of my head and the whole magic cloud flew back to the stars with his habitants.

After these two first experiences I managed to extract DMT by myself. When I smoked it I almost always arrived in a hospital room with human doctors who were analizing my body with strange technology and they were always manipulating some colorful living liquid that they put into my body to heal me, and sometimes make me vomit.

One night I went into the cockpit of what looked like a flying saucer and when the equipage realized that I was here they kicked me out violently saying that I was not stable enough to be here. This time was hard for me because I realized that I had to take care of feelings that I was unconsciously hiding to myself.

A few month later I smoked my first changa in a bong and this time was a very decisive time. The whole space started to shake so violently that I felt that my body would break down. The shaking vibration threw me to what a was feeling like "another space". Three incredibly powerful entities came around me, I could not see them but their presence was terrifying me. Them warned me that they could kill me in one breathing and then said that if I wanted to go further I had to stop consuming DMT this way and take the plants seriously in a traditional way. This night marked the end of my DMT smoking path.

Some days after I bought a ticket for the amazon jungle. There I followed different traditional diets that led me to meet and accept myself. In this 5 years process until now I went through my personal history from gestation to death and reborn out of time and space into the paradoxical dimension where
everything talks and nothing can be named.

 

[strtman]

So your first and only changa experience was terrifying? And you quit smoking changa?

If I understand your report correctly, this was about five years ago. Did you smoke the changa in the right set and setting? Can it be that you were not ready for it at that specific moment?

Anyway, apart from the fact you were or you were not in a comfortable set and setting, being it now five years later, I certainly would try again. Smoking changa it such a nice thing that I can not imagine giving it up after only one ‘bad trip’.

All the best.

 

[xist]

That’s quite a story. Fits in to the alien abduction theme pretty good

I always believe that you should listen to the plant spirits firstly, but there are more spirits roaming the dreamtime than just plant spirits. These can be teachers, tricksters, well-wishing, malicious, evil, incredibly loving and some just wants to be left alone. They are like people and you should always approach them with caution and humility. Although plants sometimes provide you with some protection based on your intent and mindset, and sometimes they kick you in the nuts when you get too cocky.

I’m always especially careful with pure compounds and even more so if I’m not COMPLETELY sure it is what it is said to be.
These what I’d call ”helper substances” that is found inside plants beside the main compound provides much of the personality to the spirit of the plant. In this case, the DMT(if it even was pure DMT), is void of much of the direction that the helper substances otherwise would provide, and you’re left with the substance, what you bring to the experience and what the environment brings to the experience. That’s why changa is more of an easily directed way of reaching this state, as you can control its ”personality” a little bit more by adding different plants in different ratios. Don’t take me wrong, it can still kick your ass and still have a will of its own, but it is easier to predict where it will take you and what spirits you will encounter.

What have you learned from the dietas concerning this issue? Would love to know

 

[Mr&Mrs McShulfman]

Strtman i think you understood correctly, it was terrifying and after this I realized that I had to engage myself fully in what I was feeling to be the right thing to do. I was followed by fear and sadness and I was hiding myself. I had to leave the village to hunt the beast. I had to go deeper in the labyrinth and find the Minotaur. I had to grow up and that is what I did. In reality I did not have the choice, the time had come. They did to me the honor of coming and they said exactly what I was secretly waiting them to say so yes I stopped smoking DMT and changa this way. It was not a step back and not a step forward, I was falling into the unknown.

I tried again to smoke in different occasions, I didn't like it. Too fast, too short and too superficial.

Xist I hear you pretty good, that sounds like music to me
At this time I was kind of obsessed by the amazon, the natives and their plants (and I'm still ) so I prepared the changa with some peganum harmala extract and a mix of some of the best known plantas maestras. The calling was strong so the response had to be too.
The main part of the dietas was what the psychoanalysts would call a regression. I've seen my entire life, memory after memory until the most unpredictable and unacceptable things. It took time and at one degree of the process I could not really make the difference between me, the devil and god (or maybe alternately) so it is hard to answer to your question. Honestly I feel like I have not learned nothing. I had the "learning sensation" many times but the wind took everything away. All dissolved.
It's like I write a long text about what I think I've learned and I erase it all because when I read it I feel it useless. Maybe I gonna take some time
for feeling and reflexion before writing... Thanks bro

Please tell me something about your dream. How can you describe the relation that you have with the plants, including the trees ? (I'm not asking only to xist but to everyone who feel inspired)

 

[xist]

That’s the thing, trying to explain the teachings is incredibly complicated, and it almost always ends up with you getting lost in your own narrative. That’s why I admire Terence McKenna, he is eloquent enough so that he can describe abstract voncept and ideas that seems impossible to describe for a leighman.
I believe you should pick just one part or one specific event to get a grip on it and put it into words so you can explain it to yourself. It is like describing a map of a country over the phone. It is hard and it takes time, but it is doable, you just have to start somewhere.

When i say ”the dreamtime” I’m talking about a part of the non-ordinary state of reality where everything that has been, is or will be is existing as traces or paths in this state(or dimension if you prefer that word). It is originally an aboriginal concept but other cultures and tradition all have different words and slightly different descriptions of this world.
I’m from scandinavia with norse, finnish and sami ancestry and I have recently begun to do a bit of digging in my native tradition of shamanism and it is strikingly similar to amazonian, siberian, north american and aboriginal shamanic traditions. They all describe the same concepts but they have different ways of explaining them because of the culture the shamans have lived in. This talk of ”everything has a spirit” and that the plants simply told the people of the jungle how to make ayahuasca for instance did not make sense to me at all, but now when I’m beginning to look into my own ancestral traditions I start to draw paralelles and see that they all describe the same thing, but the stories are adapted to the different kinds of people that are listening.

Personally I’ve not really had that much experience with plant spirits directly other than with salvia, but based on that experience I feel that salvia takes you into her as she is a world and also a powerful spirit at the same time. I wish I had more to share on this topic, and I hope to expand my experiences as time moves

 

[Mr&Mrs McShulfman]

Yes that's right. Another "problem" that we have is that the plant itself sometimes doesn't want these teaching to be told that way. It is the same story with all the "god stuff", when you realize the truth you realize at the same time that there is no way to name it and no reason to talk about it. At the same time you are finally free to do it...
Let's try. The relations with the plants may lead to a sensation made reality. You feel and you are part of a family or best said The Family. I think the best word to name this is symbiosis. You do a strict diet in order to open the body and you invite the plant to take place. The spirits enter into the body like we would into a house. First we have to clean the house of all the old stuff that encumber the place and when we feel comfortable we start to really live in it, which means take care of it, invite friends and family, accommodate it to our taste. In that case the house is alive as the body is and I am one of the habitants. If one of my room-mate is a specialist in astrology we will have good conversations about this subject. It works like this, it is all about learning how to live with others. Some spirits are really strong and they can clean and heal and also kill the body if they shock with others so you have to care a lot about your diet (food that you eat, medicines or drugs that you take, people that you have contact with, places where you go, things that you do, ...). These are not rules, it is about relations and how to behave with others. They may be from other city or other country or other planet or they may be other species from other reign, when you do this process you invite them to share with you who they are, and it's always a surprise, for example when you realize that all the darkest beings where in fact taking good care of you when you were fighting with yourself to know what is good or bad. During all this time they were teaching you how to really look at yourself with clear vision, they were building your eyes and cleaning your heart and yes it is scary and it hurts. It works like this, we are all family and the processes we go through are unpredictable.
At the same time you will realize that you are into the plants world. You are now a son of the forest, a son of the earth, of the stars, like every little thing that exist.
At the same time all of this is nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and I choose my words to say this. I choose them with special care because for someone who generate them by his own and unique vision they can lead to another dimension. NOTHING CAN BE KNOWN, THERE IS NO REASON, I DON'T EXIST, NO DIRECTION, THE PARADOX, NO TIME, NO SPACE, INFINITY, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND, THE GREAT MYSTERY, "THE DREAMTIME ".

It is a good thing to see these parallels because parallels never fight, they never touch between themselves and they all are manifestations coming from the same family. I would call this unique route "The Tradition". People fight to affirm their vision but we just have to trust what we feel and with a little bit of practice we can trust what we don't know. Because what we know is always nothing when you face The Unknown

Strange feeling to not erase this text, it makes me feel that I'm talking to myself and so to nobody... scary