Neuronaut
Rising Star
I’ve been chewing over my last three or four journeys for the past couple weeks, trying to figure out what they mean. I'm not any closer, so hopefully writing it all out will help me.
I went to Antrocles’ home where he told me I’d be working with the African Dreamer’s blend. We were able to break a new butane pipe lighter that was slightly less powerful than a fighter jet, which apparently caused combustion in the pipe and filled the entire room with smoke. Not that I’d know, as I had just left the planet.
This trip was the deepest I had gone at that point; not in terms of what I would see or discover, but in that sense of how unaware I was of my own body and conscious mind.
I remember feeling like I was being pulled up. There was a tether around my soul and I was being pulled up through a plane of existence without structure. I saw colors, rich and vivid, with each one making me feel different. For example, reds and oranges would make me feel warm and safe when I was pulled through them, with blues and purples leaving me feeling cold and cleansed, but nothing specific or designs so intricate I couldn’t begin to describe them.
The most notable change, and one that’s happened every time since, is I hear music, tones of differing vibrations. It was alien and beautiful. Impossible Machine thinks it might be the carrier wave, but it changes a lot. If anyone else hears music when they go under (or is it up) please drop me a line to discuss it even more in depth.
The colors and shapes began to pass faster and faster until everything went white. I don’t know how long I was there in the white, but I eventually turned around and saw the silhouettes of other beings. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and I didn’t try to make my presence known for fear that they’d make me leave. The silhouettes had the bodies of people, but the heads of animals like the Egyptian Pantheon.
The second trip was a week or so later, and it was taken with Cappi tea. Apparently I missed the magic 20 minute mark and did not have the 40 minute long epic trip that Impossible Machine had, but at the same time, I don’t think I would have had that anyway. I’m seeing exactly what I need to see at this point.
The spice has a say.
The journey with the cappi was unbelievably intense, with shapes and colors so vivid, that I felt that I was among them, rather than just watching them. Right before laying back and closing my eyes, I remember saying “there’s that fucking music, again.”
Upon reflection I think the first part of this trip, was my previous experience, just sped up, and in higher definition.
What happened next was strange and different and weird and wonderful in ways beyond comprehension. I lived a life with a female being. I lived days, months, maybe even years in this impossibly intricate, detailed, vibrant city. It was awash with vivid colors and designs that were like ocular poetry. Then when a segment or chapter of the life ended, the world came apart, and there were these enormous beings behind the world, and they switched it out. They effectively struck the “set” that was the world, and behind them I saw engines, churning and working. They’d wave and smile at me, knowing I’d have a great time, then the world would be put into place, seal it up, and I’d forget I ever saw them and began to live out the next part of that life.
Apparently there was some movement, but hopefully Antrocles or Impossible Machine can come in and talk about that as I wasn’t exactly “there.” I guess I sat straight up for a minute or so.
I slowly came out of it, and really every experience since this one, I come out of it, and open my eyes and still see things. Lots of stuff with color, like all the people around me will be made of light, different colors and shades of it assembling together to make a luminous version of my friends. I’d pay careful attention to my hands, and watch as my skin would turn up into a bright, clean, and beautiful quality to coming back down into an ashen gray that looked like I was dead.
It was bouncing back between the potential of my soul, and the limitations of my body.
A week after that one, I went again, using perhaps the purest crystals I had ever worked with, which yielded only shapes and colors. Antrocles decided I needed to go again, and switched me back to spice with some yellow to them.
I’m fairly certain I’m hard-wired for the spice with the plant fat, because I found myself back in the city, with that female energy, but instead of it just being the two of us, there were dozens of beings, our friends I suppose. Again, I went around with them, laughing with them, listening to their music, basically the stuff I do now, but in an impossible metropolis of incredible color and definition.
I worked with it again one last time before flying home for the holidays to see my family, this time the Dreamer’s Blend with yellow spice and once again was in the city. The last two times I was there it was mostly indoors. Either homes or clubs I guess would be the closest approximation, but this last trip was all outdoors. I went through streets and saw beings in the thousands, maybe even the millions. Everyone seemed to know each other, and every being I passed knew I wasn’t originally from there, but knew what I was doing and greeted me warmly. I walked through parks with purple trees and brilliant orange flying creatures. I stared at my own incandescent reflection in living water.
Again, apparently there was movement in these last couple of journeys and in the last one I spoke quite a bit about looping “the endings with the beginnings” and said something about coming back and then “to be continued” before my eyes opened and I spoke with Antrocles about the experience.
Ant and Impossible Machine were there for most of these trips so hopefully they can discuss some of my verbal communication and movement.
I went to Antrocles’ home where he told me I’d be working with the African Dreamer’s blend. We were able to break a new butane pipe lighter that was slightly less powerful than a fighter jet, which apparently caused combustion in the pipe and filled the entire room with smoke. Not that I’d know, as I had just left the planet.
This trip was the deepest I had gone at that point; not in terms of what I would see or discover, but in that sense of how unaware I was of my own body and conscious mind.
I remember feeling like I was being pulled up. There was a tether around my soul and I was being pulled up through a plane of existence without structure. I saw colors, rich and vivid, with each one making me feel different. For example, reds and oranges would make me feel warm and safe when I was pulled through them, with blues and purples leaving me feeling cold and cleansed, but nothing specific or designs so intricate I couldn’t begin to describe them.
The most notable change, and one that’s happened every time since, is I hear music, tones of differing vibrations. It was alien and beautiful. Impossible Machine thinks it might be the carrier wave, but it changes a lot. If anyone else hears music when they go under (or is it up) please drop me a line to discuss it even more in depth.
The colors and shapes began to pass faster and faster until everything went white. I don’t know how long I was there in the white, but I eventually turned around and saw the silhouettes of other beings. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and I didn’t try to make my presence known for fear that they’d make me leave. The silhouettes had the bodies of people, but the heads of animals like the Egyptian Pantheon.
The second trip was a week or so later, and it was taken with Cappi tea. Apparently I missed the magic 20 minute mark and did not have the 40 minute long epic trip that Impossible Machine had, but at the same time, I don’t think I would have had that anyway. I’m seeing exactly what I need to see at this point.
The spice has a say.
The journey with the cappi was unbelievably intense, with shapes and colors so vivid, that I felt that I was among them, rather than just watching them. Right before laying back and closing my eyes, I remember saying “there’s that fucking music, again.”
Upon reflection I think the first part of this trip, was my previous experience, just sped up, and in higher definition.
What happened next was strange and different and weird and wonderful in ways beyond comprehension. I lived a life with a female being. I lived days, months, maybe even years in this impossibly intricate, detailed, vibrant city. It was awash with vivid colors and designs that were like ocular poetry. Then when a segment or chapter of the life ended, the world came apart, and there were these enormous beings behind the world, and they switched it out. They effectively struck the “set” that was the world, and behind them I saw engines, churning and working. They’d wave and smile at me, knowing I’d have a great time, then the world would be put into place, seal it up, and I’d forget I ever saw them and began to live out the next part of that life.
Apparently there was some movement, but hopefully Antrocles or Impossible Machine can come in and talk about that as I wasn’t exactly “there.” I guess I sat straight up for a minute or so.
I slowly came out of it, and really every experience since this one, I come out of it, and open my eyes and still see things. Lots of stuff with color, like all the people around me will be made of light, different colors and shades of it assembling together to make a luminous version of my friends. I’d pay careful attention to my hands, and watch as my skin would turn up into a bright, clean, and beautiful quality to coming back down into an ashen gray that looked like I was dead.
It was bouncing back between the potential of my soul, and the limitations of my body.
A week after that one, I went again, using perhaps the purest crystals I had ever worked with, which yielded only shapes and colors. Antrocles decided I needed to go again, and switched me back to spice with some yellow to them.
I’m fairly certain I’m hard-wired for the spice with the plant fat, because I found myself back in the city, with that female energy, but instead of it just being the two of us, there were dozens of beings, our friends I suppose. Again, I went around with them, laughing with them, listening to their music, basically the stuff I do now, but in an impossible metropolis of incredible color and definition.
I worked with it again one last time before flying home for the holidays to see my family, this time the Dreamer’s Blend with yellow spice and once again was in the city. The last two times I was there it was mostly indoors. Either homes or clubs I guess would be the closest approximation, but this last trip was all outdoors. I went through streets and saw beings in the thousands, maybe even the millions. Everyone seemed to know each other, and every being I passed knew I wasn’t originally from there, but knew what I was doing and greeted me warmly. I walked through parks with purple trees and brilliant orange flying creatures. I stared at my own incandescent reflection in living water.
Again, apparently there was movement in these last couple of journeys and in the last one I spoke quite a bit about looping “the endings with the beginnings” and said something about coming back and then “to be continued” before my eyes opened and I spoke with Antrocles about the experience.
Ant and Impossible Machine were there for most of these trips so hopefully they can discuss some of my verbal communication and movement.
