Good day to you beautiful people! It has been a while since my last visit, both here and even more so to hyperspace. The tale I am about to recount happened shortly before Christmas, it started off as a meditation session aided by some vaporized caapi harmalas. DMT wasn't initially on the cards...
I have yet to go back due to many different factors in my life - one of which being finding a job which leaves me little time or energy to focus on such pursuits, which means I have little to contribute to this magnificent illuminating site - something that irritates me deeply, but right now my focus must be on this side. Besides this last journey has given me MUCH to reflect on. Even now, I still remember it like it was yesterday, which is odd considering the often fleeting nature of a DMT experience.
I noticed that the template isn't working as it used to so I will list all relative details below before the main event.
Without further ado...
I'm sitting in my living room. It is a small room, the coffee table doubles as my altar. On it stands my collection of sacred extracts, my mg scale, a lit candle and a laptop with the screen folded almost the entire way down playing Carbon Based Lifeforms. There is also a pendant of Pacha Mama that one of my close friends gave me after a trip to South America, which I always ave by my side when journeying. I very rarely listen to music as I find it usually grounds the experience, but on listening to this the first time, I intuitively knew it would go well both with meditation and Spice journeying. Across from me, there is a small Christmas tree decorated with the usual lights, baubles, tinsel etc.
My partner is done meditating. She gets up and goes into the kitchen to do what ever it is she wants to do in there. I am still deep in contemplation, the caapi relaxes my mind, I get a little push from somewhere. "Hey you! Load up the pipe!" Ok, why not? It's been a while... I smoke, get the whole lot in one go, hold it... I'm plunging deeper, deeper. A cat jumps on my lap and starts purring and headbutting me in the face. I stroke him a bit and he calms down. The glowing feline takes his place by my side and falls asleep. It seems I have a companion on this encounter. This is comforting. The second dose enters the pipe, surges through the chamber and enters my lungs at high speed.
The little sliver of light that is present from the laptop explodes into jagged laser beams. The Christmas tree swirls and vomits trails of multicoloured, infinitely faceted rainbow beads, the seams of the room start to weaken, and I know in this instant that a) there is no escape, and b) this is going to be a big one. Regret starts to surge through me. "I'm not ready for this!" "Why did I do this to myself?!" Blah blah blah, my ego gives way to acceptance, the room wobbles and swirls for a last time and POOF! it no longer exists. A white, glistening hyper-technological robotic droid is scanning me, there are red and green lights on it similar to those that were on the Christmas tree moments ago, but, y'know, more perfect. While it is scanning, I can feel it tinkering away inside of me - this is no longer required, this needs fixing, I'm downloading this into you for future reference, all will become clear. I don't feel at all threatened and just let it do its thing. I don't know what's going on around the 'droid' - it has my undivided attention. It has finnished what ever needed doing and disappears. There is a cosmic explosion, a flurry of thoughts, feelings, images, visions. It's a bit full on, I can't really comprehend what is happening.
I am regaining awareness of my surroundings, there are dozens of pink balls of light / energy floating around my living room, beautiful, amazing, I feel somehow connected to them, I feel peaceful and whole. There is a lot of love. Tears form in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Every. Damn. Time. The DMT / Harmala combo for me is a real tear jerker. The visions are giving way, but not without a parting message. The pink orbs connect, creating a sort of cosmic bill board, the message is loud and clear, flashing, multicoloured and radiant:
So... Yeah... Lots to think about...
I have yet to go back due to many different factors in my life - one of which being finding a job which leaves me little time or energy to focus on such pursuits, which means I have little to contribute to this magnificent illuminating site - something that irritates me deeply, but right now my focus must be on this side. Besides this last journey has given me MUCH to reflect on. Even now, I still remember it like it was yesterday, which is odd considering the often fleeting nature of a DMT experience.
I noticed that the template isn't working as it used to so I will list all relative details below before the main event.
Without further ado...
Set & Setting: Good mood, meditative, calm, accepting.
Recent Drug use: Daily moderate use of Cannabis, the odd beer or glass of wine, but not much else.
Substances used: White Caapi extract (30-40mg Vaporized), DMT re-extracted from a botched batch of Changa which I added harmala salt to instead of freebase (D'oh!), bright yellow, waxy, HIGHLY potent (two consecutive doses ~5mins apart, first 18mg, second 20mg).
ROA: Glass Vapor Genie
Duration: 30-45 mins
Recent Drug use: Daily moderate use of Cannabis, the odd beer or glass of wine, but not much else.
Substances used: White Caapi extract (30-40mg Vaporized), DMT re-extracted from a botched batch of Changa which I added harmala salt to instead of freebase (D'oh!), bright yellow, waxy, HIGHLY potent (two consecutive doses ~5mins apart, first 18mg, second 20mg).
ROA: Glass Vapor Genie
Duration: 30-45 mins
I'm sitting in my living room. It is a small room, the coffee table doubles as my altar. On it stands my collection of sacred extracts, my mg scale, a lit candle and a laptop with the screen folded almost the entire way down playing Carbon Based Lifeforms. There is also a pendant of Pacha Mama that one of my close friends gave me after a trip to South America, which I always ave by my side when journeying. I very rarely listen to music as I find it usually grounds the experience, but on listening to this the first time, I intuitively knew it would go well both with meditation and Spice journeying. Across from me, there is a small Christmas tree decorated with the usual lights, baubles, tinsel etc.
My partner is done meditating. She gets up and goes into the kitchen to do what ever it is she wants to do in there. I am still deep in contemplation, the caapi relaxes my mind, I get a little push from somewhere. "Hey you! Load up the pipe!" Ok, why not? It's been a while... I smoke, get the whole lot in one go, hold it... I'm plunging deeper, deeper. A cat jumps on my lap and starts purring and headbutting me in the face. I stroke him a bit and he calms down. The glowing feline takes his place by my side and falls asleep. It seems I have a companion on this encounter. This is comforting. The second dose enters the pipe, surges through the chamber and enters my lungs at high speed.
The little sliver of light that is present from the laptop explodes into jagged laser beams. The Christmas tree swirls and vomits trails of multicoloured, infinitely faceted rainbow beads, the seams of the room start to weaken, and I know in this instant that a) there is no escape, and b) this is going to be a big one. Regret starts to surge through me. "I'm not ready for this!" "Why did I do this to myself?!" Blah blah blah, my ego gives way to acceptance, the room wobbles and swirls for a last time and POOF! it no longer exists. A white, glistening hyper-technological robotic droid is scanning me, there are red and green lights on it similar to those that were on the Christmas tree moments ago, but, y'know, more perfect. While it is scanning, I can feel it tinkering away inside of me - this is no longer required, this needs fixing, I'm downloading this into you for future reference, all will become clear. I don't feel at all threatened and just let it do its thing. I don't know what's going on around the 'droid' - it has my undivided attention. It has finnished what ever needed doing and disappears. There is a cosmic explosion, a flurry of thoughts, feelings, images, visions. It's a bit full on, I can't really comprehend what is happening.
...Upgrade Complete...
I am regaining awareness of my surroundings, there are dozens of pink balls of light / energy floating around my living room, beautiful, amazing, I feel somehow connected to them, I feel peaceful and whole. There is a lot of love. Tears form in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Every. Damn. Time. The DMT / Harmala combo for me is a real tear jerker. The visions are giving way, but not without a parting message. The pink orbs connect, creating a sort of cosmic bill board, the message is loud and clear, flashing, multicoloured and radiant:
IT'S ALL AN ILLUSION
So... Yeah... Lots to think about...
That final part of the journey was what has really stuck with me. About how a lot of life is just an illusion - in part through how we perceive the world around us from a subjective perspective, but also how others want us to perceive the world through subtle, or other means. It can be easy to get caught up with things that are not helpful or healthy. A prime example would be in politics or the media.
) about the illusory nature of reality. What a weird coincidence! :surprised
