changa_boi
Rising Star
So the other day I took some acid, and towards the end of my trip I do what I always do and smoked some changa. First couple hits, I'm in changa world and everything is amazing. I felt the familiar sensation of being weightless, and I looked out my window at the empty freeway below my apartment building. I imagined myself being able to fly over it, and I could feel the wind whipping through my astral body as I envisioned myself schooning above the asphalt. Suddenly a voice came into my head.
"Do you want to experience that? I can show you how."
I nodded to myself, yes. The voice told me I needed to purify myself first. I went to the bathroom and suddenly began just yakking up everything in my stomache out of nowhere. Felt like an ayahuasca purge. Then the voice commanded me to take a shower. I did so and then went and laid naked on my bed. I put on a Nicola Cruz mix and smoked some more changa, and then this weird sensation of being pulled from my body began. I stopped breathing, somehow knowing that my consciousness was not my body, and staying connected to bodily processes would stop me from escaping it.
At the last minute, as the jet-engine noises rang out in my ears and the violent vibration that preceeds an OBE ramped up, it felt like something intervened on the process. "No, don't do this! This being trying to 'help' you doesn't have your best intentions in mind!"
Immediately I got this download about how astral projection is something that's supposed to happen when a soul is ready to experience it, and anything that tries to induce it before it happens on it's own is trying to steal some life essence or something. Like, somethings trying to take your astral virginity. I sat up with a jolt, and suddenly I felt stupid...I felt like I was just groomed. It was so obvious something was trying to trick me into letting it get ahold of my subtle form. Laying naked in bed, having vomited and 'purified' myself....I felt like I had almost just fallen for the most obvious trick. Just served myself up to be taken advantage of by some extradimensional force.
I've run the hyperspace gauntlet at this point. I know there are benevolent and parasitic forces that exist in the infinite, and when you consume DMT or Changa you're kind of flinging yourself ass backwards through hyperspace and you can't ever really be sure where you'll land or who you'll meet. I've met 'flirty fairies' that induced an erotic feeling and have then shown themselves to be like gross slug-looking parasites, and they explained to me they feed off our energetic/emotional states, and they try to induce intense emotional reactions in us in order to create a food source for themselves. It's not malicious; they're like mosquitos...you don't think a mosquito has anything against you personally when it sucks your blood, that's just what a mosquito does.
Here's the thing: I'm working on a book about my extensive experiences with changa. I want the world to know about this drug....I think it's perfectly suited for a western demographic that maybe can't afford or are able to come down here to south america to do a proper aya ritual. With changa, you can tap into the spirit world and then go about your day. I've come to see changa as spiritual medicine, and it's helped me immensely, so I want other people that are on the seeking path to know it's at least a thing that exists and to document what it's capable of doing vis a vis my own experiences with it.
But this experience last night....I get into arguments online with hardcore Christians sometimes, and when the subject of expanding your consciousness comes up, they're all adamant that things like yoga and psychedelics are dangerous because they open you up for possession from 'demons'. While I've never experienced this myself, I have met 'bad actors' many times in my voyages. I'm saavy enough to recognize them as such, but I'm having doubts in regards to if it's even a good idea to try and create a work of art that sings changa's praises and expounds upon the profound things this substance can offer without mentioning the potential dangers. What if someone tries this stuff and experiences what I experienced last night, but they don't have a spirit guide looking out for them that will warn them if they're being coerced into something that ultimately isn't beneficial to them? At the end of the day, when you go deep with changa you are messing with shit way way waaaaay 'above your paygrade' so to speak. I've had many trips that shook me, the sensation coming back being that of 'I am playing with the very fabric of reality and I truly don't know what I'm doing and I shouldn't be fucking around with something this powerful"
Generally speaking, I've found your emotional/energetic state is the biggest determinator of the trip you have. I meet Gods who hit me with the most overwhelming and intense feelings of unconditional universal love when I smoke in an 'ecstatic state'. I meet parasite slug things when I don't come correct. I guess I'm just curious if anyone has encountered any 'predators' in their travels, or beings that present one way but are actually not as they seem. How susceptible are newbies to being tricked by these types of beings?
Should changa stay this niche thing for those of us that are comfortable/adept at navigating hyperspace? How dangerous can this substance be for someone just trying to figure out this world on their own?
I'm going to continue writing my little novella, but this experience has given me pause.
"Do you want to experience that? I can show you how."
I nodded to myself, yes. The voice told me I needed to purify myself first. I went to the bathroom and suddenly began just yakking up everything in my stomache out of nowhere. Felt like an ayahuasca purge. Then the voice commanded me to take a shower. I did so and then went and laid naked on my bed. I put on a Nicola Cruz mix and smoked some more changa, and then this weird sensation of being pulled from my body began. I stopped breathing, somehow knowing that my consciousness was not my body, and staying connected to bodily processes would stop me from escaping it.
At the last minute, as the jet-engine noises rang out in my ears and the violent vibration that preceeds an OBE ramped up, it felt like something intervened on the process. "No, don't do this! This being trying to 'help' you doesn't have your best intentions in mind!"
Immediately I got this download about how astral projection is something that's supposed to happen when a soul is ready to experience it, and anything that tries to induce it before it happens on it's own is trying to steal some life essence or something. Like, somethings trying to take your astral virginity. I sat up with a jolt, and suddenly I felt stupid...I felt like I was just groomed. It was so obvious something was trying to trick me into letting it get ahold of my subtle form. Laying naked in bed, having vomited and 'purified' myself....I felt like I had almost just fallen for the most obvious trick. Just served myself up to be taken advantage of by some extradimensional force.
I've run the hyperspace gauntlet at this point. I know there are benevolent and parasitic forces that exist in the infinite, and when you consume DMT or Changa you're kind of flinging yourself ass backwards through hyperspace and you can't ever really be sure where you'll land or who you'll meet. I've met 'flirty fairies' that induced an erotic feeling and have then shown themselves to be like gross slug-looking parasites, and they explained to me they feed off our energetic/emotional states, and they try to induce intense emotional reactions in us in order to create a food source for themselves. It's not malicious; they're like mosquitos...you don't think a mosquito has anything against you personally when it sucks your blood, that's just what a mosquito does.
Here's the thing: I'm working on a book about my extensive experiences with changa. I want the world to know about this drug....I think it's perfectly suited for a western demographic that maybe can't afford or are able to come down here to south america to do a proper aya ritual. With changa, you can tap into the spirit world and then go about your day. I've come to see changa as spiritual medicine, and it's helped me immensely, so I want other people that are on the seeking path to know it's at least a thing that exists and to document what it's capable of doing vis a vis my own experiences with it.
But this experience last night....I get into arguments online with hardcore Christians sometimes, and when the subject of expanding your consciousness comes up, they're all adamant that things like yoga and psychedelics are dangerous because they open you up for possession from 'demons'. While I've never experienced this myself, I have met 'bad actors' many times in my voyages. I'm saavy enough to recognize them as such, but I'm having doubts in regards to if it's even a good idea to try and create a work of art that sings changa's praises and expounds upon the profound things this substance can offer without mentioning the potential dangers. What if someone tries this stuff and experiences what I experienced last night, but they don't have a spirit guide looking out for them that will warn them if they're being coerced into something that ultimately isn't beneficial to them? At the end of the day, when you go deep with changa you are messing with shit way way waaaaay 'above your paygrade' so to speak. I've had many trips that shook me, the sensation coming back being that of 'I am playing with the very fabric of reality and I truly don't know what I'm doing and I shouldn't be fucking around with something this powerful"
Generally speaking, I've found your emotional/energetic state is the biggest determinator of the trip you have. I meet Gods who hit me with the most overwhelming and intense feelings of unconditional universal love when I smoke in an 'ecstatic state'. I meet parasite slug things when I don't come correct. I guess I'm just curious if anyone has encountered any 'predators' in their travels, or beings that present one way but are actually not as they seem. How susceptible are newbies to being tricked by these types of beings?
Should changa stay this niche thing for those of us that are comfortable/adept at navigating hyperspace? How dangerous can this substance be for someone just trying to figure out this world on their own?
I'm going to continue writing my little novella, but this experience has given me pause.