CatholicPsychonaut
"Nature loves courage"
- Merits
- 42
Last night... Finally had the experience I've been waiting for! I'd been chatting with nexians here, and Quciksilver told me to let go of the need to "break though" and just let it be. He made a joke that the breakthrough experience was a myth, but the point hit home. Loaded between 50 and 60 mg, in The Machine. I realized that one of the mistakes I'd been making was that I needed to let the spice melt slowly on the stainless steel, so there was no vap loss during the melting process. After it melted, I made sure not to apply any direct heat to the end of the bottle, just kind of wave the torch in front of the bottle gently. This did the trick. The last thing I did was to take one more hit than I thought I could handle, taking the last toke as my hands seemed to get big and clumsy and I could hear the hyperspacial hum beginning to "power up". Then, I seemed to "drop in" to large, domed space above a central figure... A head, looked like Jesus, but a flower, or possibly a cthulu-like tentacle array wheere the mouth and chin should be. I could hear my breathing echoing off the vast roof of this place, but my body seemed more like something I was standing on top of (like my chest was the floor of this place) rather than something I was inhabiting. I exhaled one last time, and looked to my left... And I was lost. lost, lost, in a world Joy and Color, and Light and Sound. Lost forever, it would seem. It fees like THIS is what we are made for. Death must certainly be like THIS, to dace with God forever like THIS.
How can Heaven be like the medieval paintings? How can it be a bunch of people gathered around an altar on a well-manicured lawn, worshiping, a worship where I am somehow separate from the One worshiped, from other worshipers, from the very act of worship? THIS.... THIS is Heaven. THIS is Bliss... THIS is the Philosophers' Stone, the First Matter. I am no more and there is only THIS. How could I have wanted anything else but THIS from DMT? Some weird experience, where I met strange entities and conversed with them, if that had happened, I'd have still been "Me." No. THIS. THIS now. Endlessly flowing in and out of Joy, in and out of God, swimming in a sea of God. Singing with Him his Digial Song, the Song which sustains the world, and upon its hearing, disintegrates "me." THIS that we have now.
Translated by: Coleman Barks
From: The Essential Rumi, 1985, Copyright Coleman Barks
How can Heaven be like the medieval paintings? How can it be a bunch of people gathered around an altar on a well-manicured lawn, worshiping, a worship where I am somehow separate from the One worshiped, from other worshipers, from the very act of worship? THIS.... THIS is Heaven. THIS is Bliss... THIS is the Philosophers' Stone, the First Matter. I am no more and there is only THIS. How could I have wanted anything else but THIS from DMT? Some weird experience, where I met strange entities and conversed with them, if that had happened, I'd have still been "Me." No. THIS. THIS now. Endlessly flowing in and out of Joy, in and out of God, swimming in a sea of God. Singing with Him his Digial Song, the Song which sustains the world, and upon its hearing, disintegrates "me." THIS that we have now.
Jalaludin RumiThis we have now is not imagination
This is not grief or joy.
Not a judging state, or an elation,
or sadness, those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.
This is the presence that doesn't.
When grapes turn to wine
they're wanting this
When the night sky pours by
it's really a crowd of beggars
and they all want some of this.
This we have now.
Translated by: Coleman Barks
From: The Essential Rumi, 1985, Copyright Coleman Barks
Ate my last little bit of wild amazonian cacao dark chocolate, which killed that awful taste.
This is how i've felt on nearly all my experiences including my heaviest of.