Methtical
Rising Star
Salutations friends,
Tonight SWIM decided to try once again the magic of the spice. This was the second time, previously (see thread "What sorecery is this??") SWIM knew he hadn;t broken through, so this time he was going to make a good attempt at doing so.
A friend who had loaded The Machine previously set it up again. He estimates between 30-50mg (eyeballed). SWIM knew it was likely that he would need multiple doses for the desired effects, so mentally prepared himself.
The flame was brought forth and SWIM began to inhale. He took as large a breath as he could and held it back. The friend began to remove the Machine but SWIM held on to it determined to take another, he was having trouble holding this one in so breathed it back a bit more to keep it there. At this point he realised there was no way he could take a second pull, so sat back. He closed his eyes and kept holding on, the phosphenes were vibrating and SWIM let out a huge breath.
Not messing around this time. It was teleportation straight into it. A being jumped down from above and took a stance to his left, the colours.......oh the colours..... the 4D experience went into hyperdrive and he saw everything molding into and out of itself and these patterns.....more like symbols embossed in each kind of 'brick' that he saw.
THe being was made of energy and had a form that I can only liken to a stick man with a candle flame head, but more fuzzy than a candle flame. There were others there too, perhaps 3 or 4 in total. The main being grabbed SWIMS head and was moving it around, they were telling SWIM 'Hi there, don't worry, just having a look at you' and pointed towards the centre, as if to say 'look this way.... look at this!!", he felt he was being examined, like being given a full medical to check everything was as it should be. On the right hand side something else connected a cable or tube to his head, plugging him in if you will. They kept moving his head around and altering his position just so slightly as they were inspecting him.
In the middle the amazing patterns were continuing, then out from nowhere another being came......this one he can only think to describe as a glove puppet crocodile with big bulging eyes. It came right up close to SWIMS face and opened its mouth, but this was used just to tilt his head back again, and then it sat there checking him out for a while.
Throughout this they were talking to each other......he heard their language.....they were telling him their name and he was trying to figure out how on earth the human tounge could replicate this. It was if it was spelt "BSDGKJ" (you must understand this does not even come close for a fraction of a second). As he was thinking about this , he was told by them not to concern himself with it, keep observing. More talking between themselves, it was like they communicated with each other this way, but could also communicate telepathically with SWIM in his own language as well. Every now and then they would tell him "ok, inhale now", and SWIM would remember to breath in (it felt like he hadnt been breathing at all) and then they would continue.
SWIM can;t remember the transition, but it seemed they had completed their work and disappeared, SWIM repeated "thank you.....tahnk you!!" in his head and telepathically waved goodbye.
SWIM thought it might be wearing off now, but it was not so. SWIM went through some tunnels (wormholes) and was staring into fractals that never ever ended. The whole time SWIM was close to bursting out with laughter from pure joy and astonishment, wondering how he could ever begin to describe this. At this point his perception on reality was in tatters, words become meaningless, everything that had ever happened in the history of the universe was inconsequential, it was all folly, there was no up or down, left or right, there was nothing and everything.
In some ways this was making SWIM sad, and he kept trying to grasp meaning in everything, and started trying to remember things from the earthly plain....where he;d been today, who his girlfriend was and how much he loved her, yet attempting this was only met with the feeling that it was all inconsequential. SWIM decided to move his head towards the light, and felt comfort in doing this, he told himself to stop thinking and enjoy the view because he knew it would be gone again soon.
He then experimented with putting his hands over his eyes completely, and realised this did not block out all light.......light was coming from within....interesting!
SWIM felt the effects largely wearing off and the normal view of his phosphenes was returning. His friends asked how he was, which was met with "oh my god, amazing....amazing!!!" etc. HE began to explain his visions but each time he started a sentence he knew that the words needed had never been created and never can be, it is pointless to a large extent to even begin to try to explain this, it must be experienced to ever know what another voyager is referring to properly.
SWIM took a while to reach baseline again, and spent the next hour thinking over everything that had occured.
There is so much more to all this but SWIM is just writing what he can recall now since he believes that he will probably remember less the next morning, which is something that SWIM is disappointed in - that his memory fades quickly afterwards.
This will certainly occupy SWIMs mind for a considerable time, there is much to ponder over.
Thanks for reading friends.
Methtical
Tonight SWIM decided to try once again the magic of the spice. This was the second time, previously (see thread "What sorecery is this??") SWIM knew he hadn;t broken through, so this time he was going to make a good attempt at doing so.
A friend who had loaded The Machine previously set it up again. He estimates between 30-50mg (eyeballed). SWIM knew it was likely that he would need multiple doses for the desired effects, so mentally prepared himself.
The flame was brought forth and SWIM began to inhale. He took as large a breath as he could and held it back. The friend began to remove the Machine but SWIM held on to it determined to take another, he was having trouble holding this one in so breathed it back a bit more to keep it there. At this point he realised there was no way he could take a second pull, so sat back. He closed his eyes and kept holding on, the phosphenes were vibrating and SWIM let out a huge breath.
Not messing around this time. It was teleportation straight into it. A being jumped down from above and took a stance to his left, the colours.......oh the colours..... the 4D experience went into hyperdrive and he saw everything molding into and out of itself and these patterns.....more like symbols embossed in each kind of 'brick' that he saw.
THe being was made of energy and had a form that I can only liken to a stick man with a candle flame head, but more fuzzy than a candle flame. There were others there too, perhaps 3 or 4 in total. The main being grabbed SWIMS head and was moving it around, they were telling SWIM 'Hi there, don't worry, just having a look at you' and pointed towards the centre, as if to say 'look this way.... look at this!!", he felt he was being examined, like being given a full medical to check everything was as it should be. On the right hand side something else connected a cable or tube to his head, plugging him in if you will. They kept moving his head around and altering his position just so slightly as they were inspecting him.
In the middle the amazing patterns were continuing, then out from nowhere another being came......this one he can only think to describe as a glove puppet crocodile with big bulging eyes. It came right up close to SWIMS face and opened its mouth, but this was used just to tilt his head back again, and then it sat there checking him out for a while.
Throughout this they were talking to each other......he heard their language.....they were telling him their name and he was trying to figure out how on earth the human tounge could replicate this. It was if it was spelt "BSDGKJ" (you must understand this does not even come close for a fraction of a second). As he was thinking about this , he was told by them not to concern himself with it, keep observing. More talking between themselves, it was like they communicated with each other this way, but could also communicate telepathically with SWIM in his own language as well. Every now and then they would tell him "ok, inhale now", and SWIM would remember to breath in (it felt like he hadnt been breathing at all) and then they would continue.
SWIM can;t remember the transition, but it seemed they had completed their work and disappeared, SWIM repeated "thank you.....tahnk you!!" in his head and telepathically waved goodbye.
SWIM thought it might be wearing off now, but it was not so. SWIM went through some tunnels (wormholes) and was staring into fractals that never ever ended. The whole time SWIM was close to bursting out with laughter from pure joy and astonishment, wondering how he could ever begin to describe this. At this point his perception on reality was in tatters, words become meaningless, everything that had ever happened in the history of the universe was inconsequential, it was all folly, there was no up or down, left or right, there was nothing and everything.
In some ways this was making SWIM sad, and he kept trying to grasp meaning in everything, and started trying to remember things from the earthly plain....where he;d been today, who his girlfriend was and how much he loved her, yet attempting this was only met with the feeling that it was all inconsequential. SWIM decided to move his head towards the light, and felt comfort in doing this, he told himself to stop thinking and enjoy the view because he knew it would be gone again soon.
He then experimented with putting his hands over his eyes completely, and realised this did not block out all light.......light was coming from within....interesting!
SWIM felt the effects largely wearing off and the normal view of his phosphenes was returning. His friends asked how he was, which was met with "oh my god, amazing....amazing!!!" etc. HE began to explain his visions but each time he started a sentence he knew that the words needed had never been created and never can be, it is pointless to a large extent to even begin to try to explain this, it must be experienced to ever know what another voyager is referring to properly.
SWIM took a while to reach baseline again, and spent the next hour thinking over everything that had occured.
There is so much more to all this but SWIM is just writing what he can recall now since he believes that he will probably remember less the next morning, which is something that SWIM is disappointed in - that his memory fades quickly afterwards.
This will certainly occupy SWIMs mind for a considerable time, there is much to ponder over.
Thanks for reading friends.
Methtical
