wiglo
Rising Star
Hi all,
I've been a guest here for quite some time now and I feel it's time to participate as both and observer and potential collaborator. I've added a wealth of knowledge perusing through these forums that have helped me formulate even more questions! For as long as I can remember, I wanted to know more. During my childhood, I had this feeling in my gut that there was more to the universe than our physical senses could interpret. During my adolescence (late 80s early 90s) I picked up Aldous Huxley's The Doors of Perception at the local library - (mostly because I was big into the Doors at the time and I made a correlation there) - This was all before the internet and we played MUD on BBS chat boards, so coming across information was mostly dedicated to the physical library
I hadn't had my head broken open yet and I didn't even know what that would be like, if such a thing even existed. But I searched and searched. I was never one to "party" with the things I found. They were generally self experiments in a room by myself with a pen and paper. The goal? The answers to these questions:
Who am I really?
Why am I here?
Where did I come from?
Where is everything else?
There MUST be more than this!
And of course, I sought the answers and didn't really get them with Mescaline and LSD. I didn't even get there with psilocybin although I felt it was closer in the direction I wanted to go. By this time, I had done significant research, but never did I read about the spice. Not once. Literature at the time was limited and the internet was still in it's infancy. I thought I had reached the end of my journey. Then one day, my company relocated me to Manhattan. There I met my room mate and he introduced me to the spice.
My first experience with spice was terrifying to say the least. My room mate had known that I had experimented earlier with other types, but he quite outright refused to even say much about what I was about to experience except that it was bigger than the others. And even if he had tried to explain in more detail, it still wouldn't have prepared me for the journey I was about to take. Here is that journey, as best as I can recall it.
My room mate, his two friends were in our small East Village apt in the early 2000s. They sat me down on the living room couch and handed me a glass pipe. In this pipe was a tiny amount of spice, all three of them trying to make sure it was all correct, or it would be wasted. I didn't know his two friends much but I trusted my room mate. I thought I was ready for the spice. As it turns out, I really wasn't expecting what I saw.
Immediately after the flame released that white smoke, I was told to take deep breaths. My first thought was "wow this tastes and smells like burnt vegetative plastic!" These sensation were so unique, they stuck with me for the entire session. Immediately, I saw the walls disintegrate into arabesque structures. I found myself in a dome, as the cloud of another reality enveloped the one I was used to in a metter of seconds. I closed my eyes when the site of my room mate's friends turned demonic as they looked at me. As I went under, they teased me visually (this actually happened in daily reality) and they took on not really what I would call a demonic form, but more of what a trickster gremlin might look like, perhaps deceiving imps. I needed to close my eyes to escape those imps, and I became increasingly worried until I saw my room mate. He was shrouded in white light and seemed almost angelic to me, surrounded again by arabesque structures and electronic buzz sounds, almost as if an insect would sound if they intended to speak with me. This vision gave me some sort of calming effect for that moment and then I entered the room.
I found myself in this room, mostly white with yellow and green native american-type tapestries that were in and of themselves beaming with creativity and lining my surroundings. In the center of this room (as far as center, it was a feeling, not an actual description of space and time) a white box appeared. Soon after I saw red ribbons emanate from the center outwardly, infinitely. At this moment, I had thought I died. My thought was "Oh great, these dudes just killed me with this thing and now I'm stuck here. And I didn't get to say goodbye." And with that thought, I truly believed I had died and that's when it became blissful. I had fully allowed my consciousness to "separate" from my physical identity. I had easily come to terms with dying and decided to make the best of my situation because "at least this isn't the end!" but I was still stuck in this fractal room the size of the universe. Even though I was in stasis in this room, it felt very familiar. Even though I could not have imagined what I was experiencing in my daily life, it was still familiar. I had been here before. It's so familiar.
At this moment, my eyes opened, the world I was in started to slither away from the center, seemingly creating and unfolding space that permeated through to this "known" reality. The fractals started to crumble, the static insect noise lessened and the colors became less vibrant. I was back to where I started in a blink of an eye, my life forever changed.
And through all this, I heard no voices and did not come in contact other beings. My room mates said I hadn't gone far enough. At the time, I had no way of knowing what going far really meant, there was nothing to base "far" on! That there were levels through which you could permeate was not realized until the next time when I had my first encounter with the beings and knowledge was then bestowed upon me that felt... right.
And so here, I share with you my first experience with the spice and I hope that you welcome me into your realm as there is still much for me to learn and perhaps some to teach.
Much love and respect.
I've been a guest here for quite some time now and I feel it's time to participate as both and observer and potential collaborator. I've added a wealth of knowledge perusing through these forums that have helped me formulate even more questions! For as long as I can remember, I wanted to know more. During my childhood, I had this feeling in my gut that there was more to the universe than our physical senses could interpret. During my adolescence (late 80s early 90s) I picked up Aldous Huxley's The Doors of Perception at the local library - (mostly because I was big into the Doors at the time and I made a correlation there) - This was all before the internet and we played MUD on BBS chat boards, so coming across information was mostly dedicated to the physical library
I hadn't had my head broken open yet and I didn't even know what that would be like, if such a thing even existed. But I searched and searched. I was never one to "party" with the things I found. They were generally self experiments in a room by myself with a pen and paper. The goal? The answers to these questions:
Who am I really?
Why am I here?
Where did I come from?
Where is everything else?
There MUST be more than this!
And of course, I sought the answers and didn't really get them with Mescaline and LSD. I didn't even get there with psilocybin although I felt it was closer in the direction I wanted to go. By this time, I had done significant research, but never did I read about the spice. Not once. Literature at the time was limited and the internet was still in it's infancy. I thought I had reached the end of my journey. Then one day, my company relocated me to Manhattan. There I met my room mate and he introduced me to the spice.
My first experience with spice was terrifying to say the least. My room mate had known that I had experimented earlier with other types, but he quite outright refused to even say much about what I was about to experience except that it was bigger than the others. And even if he had tried to explain in more detail, it still wouldn't have prepared me for the journey I was about to take. Here is that journey, as best as I can recall it.
My room mate, his two friends were in our small East Village apt in the early 2000s. They sat me down on the living room couch and handed me a glass pipe. In this pipe was a tiny amount of spice, all three of them trying to make sure it was all correct, or it would be wasted. I didn't know his two friends much but I trusted my room mate. I thought I was ready for the spice. As it turns out, I really wasn't expecting what I saw.
Immediately after the flame released that white smoke, I was told to take deep breaths. My first thought was "wow this tastes and smells like burnt vegetative plastic!" These sensation were so unique, they stuck with me for the entire session. Immediately, I saw the walls disintegrate into arabesque structures. I found myself in a dome, as the cloud of another reality enveloped the one I was used to in a metter of seconds. I closed my eyes when the site of my room mate's friends turned demonic as they looked at me. As I went under, they teased me visually (this actually happened in daily reality) and they took on not really what I would call a demonic form, but more of what a trickster gremlin might look like, perhaps deceiving imps. I needed to close my eyes to escape those imps, and I became increasingly worried until I saw my room mate. He was shrouded in white light and seemed almost angelic to me, surrounded again by arabesque structures and electronic buzz sounds, almost as if an insect would sound if they intended to speak with me. This vision gave me some sort of calming effect for that moment and then I entered the room.
I found myself in this room, mostly white with yellow and green native american-type tapestries that were in and of themselves beaming with creativity and lining my surroundings. In the center of this room (as far as center, it was a feeling, not an actual description of space and time) a white box appeared. Soon after I saw red ribbons emanate from the center outwardly, infinitely. At this moment, I had thought I died. My thought was "Oh great, these dudes just killed me with this thing and now I'm stuck here. And I didn't get to say goodbye." And with that thought, I truly believed I had died and that's when it became blissful. I had fully allowed my consciousness to "separate" from my physical identity. I had easily come to terms with dying and decided to make the best of my situation because "at least this isn't the end!" but I was still stuck in this fractal room the size of the universe. Even though I was in stasis in this room, it felt very familiar. Even though I could not have imagined what I was experiencing in my daily life, it was still familiar. I had been here before. It's so familiar.
At this moment, my eyes opened, the world I was in started to slither away from the center, seemingly creating and unfolding space that permeated through to this "known" reality. The fractals started to crumble, the static insect noise lessened and the colors became less vibrant. I was back to where I started in a blink of an eye, my life forever changed.
And through all this, I heard no voices and did not come in contact other beings. My room mates said I hadn't gone far enough. At the time, I had no way of knowing what going far really meant, there was nothing to base "far" on! That there were levels through which you could permeate was not realized until the next time when I had my first encounter with the beings and knowledge was then bestowed upon me that felt... right.
And so here, I share with you my first experience with the spice and I hope that you welcome me into your realm as there is still much for me to learn and perhaps some to teach.
Much love and respect.
