This experience involved ingesting 129 mgs of full spectrum harmala HCl then about an hour later taking a bunch of hits off of my weak vape, waiting a few minutes then taking a bunch more.I had planned on loading a dose in my GVG, but I took the GVG out of storage and was crushed to find it broken. I have no idea what happened, but clearly the GVG was not meant to be today.
It began with a dark background with a colorful and changing, flower-like pattern, all kinds of things popping into my head and my actively working to just let all of them go. It was getting a bit hectic and I was even having a few hyper self criticism moments but again reminded myself to let it all go and all of a sudden I realized I was up near a wall and embedded in this wall were bejeweled hypercats made out of multi colored geometry and flowers. They were beautiful and they looked SUPER welcoming.
I know folks think cats’ faces are inexpressive and there are even posters naming all the emotions and each panel is the same image of a cat’s face. But I work with cats. I have three of my own and many days all I do is visit other folks’ cats. You can read a cat’s mood/thoughts by observing a combination of its’ face AND body language. It was this combination of the soft faces (even though made out of geometry) and the ever changing flower patterns on the body that made me feel like these cats wanted me to be there.
At this point, the self-criticism and the flayed, racing thoughts just dissolved into nothing. I think this is when the real letting go began.
I enjoyed the ever changing hyper-bedazzled cats with bodies made out of colorful flowers but then they kind of moved aside and I was in a larger, dark space, suspended/floating. In front of me were gorgeous gigantic butterfly women. They had amazing, irridescent blue, green and purple wings and hourglass young feminine bodies. They were floating along, barely needing their wings, but still showing the wings off by extending them.
This then opened up into a much larger, city-like space. But this space was made out of spinning and odd pastel colors and structures that kept arcing and changing. I got the distinct sense of “hyperspace preschool” from it.
As soon as I had that thought I found myself in a more “adult” downtown kind of hyperspatial cityscape.
The entire time with all these patterns, spaces and rooms there were spinning marquis of alien language and all kind of information packed visible curly cues everywhere.
The city felt numinous. The buildings were flashing and changing, in rainbow colors. The buildings were polished and had a bright inner light emerging from them. With these buildings each structure had a lot of storeys, making them into kinds of skyscrapers. Each level/story was made up of a primary color. Each unit was square shaped and in their entirety were the color of the level. Dividing each level horzontally and each unit vertically were white dividing lines. The “streets” below these buildings were not laid out in criss-cross square/rectangle patterns like normal city streets. Every “street” was sinusoidal, so these skyscrapers appeared in arcing, curving, twisting patterns.
I floated among these ever changing, tightly packed towers for a moment and then one literally split down vertically from its’ top and opened itself up. Inside was a central cylinder which had lots of ever changing spirals inside of it that appeared to be some sort of transportation system. Outside the central cylinder was the opened up building There were many bridges extending and spiraling into and out of the central cylinder. I do not recall seeing entities but it seemed like an extremely busy place.
My skin was being touched and brushed by tactile hallucinations as I had not lost touch with my body. I was wearing long, close fitting sleeves which really helped. The body load helped me to just hold still and let it happen. I felt too heavy to move.
Eventually I floated downwards into a kind of side or basement room that was its’ own contained space. I could see the base of the cylinder here. The colors were pinks, yellows, greens and blues and each colorful, morbid object in the room was flashing, kind of bright dim, bright dim.
Stacking up against all the walls as I watched were ever larger and growing stacks of human skulls and coffins. The skulls and coffins comformed to the color scheme of the space. There was an odd thought telepathically inserted into my head which was, “Be easy. There is plenty of space in hyperspace for the dead.”
After a short while this room kind of dissolved and I was floating in space watching strips filled with alien language spinning and touching in such a way that they spiraled out and formed spinning disks. Then these disks started forming layers. I was floating between a top disk and a bottom one. The surface of these disks had other sinuous patterns forming on them that were very flower like.
At this point, the distinct visions pretty much ended and I felt it was a good idea to not get greedy and stop there.
This day went better than expected and this was a great return to vaporhuasca. I sincerely want to start titrating up the harmala dose and get back to something at allows me to measure a crystal dose.
The immediate aftermath has been a feeling I associate with both harmalas and DMT. A kind of weightiness to my soul. My core feels heavy but in a VERY good way. I feel centered within my body. My mind is calm and not filled with intrusive (or even related to my small business) thoughts. I am not motivated to get busy. Happy to chill with my cats and just let things gel for awhile.
I am very grateful that this day worked even after the initial roadblock. Perhaps the GVG wasn’t meant to be but I think the DMT was meant to be.
Thanks for reading,
It began with a dark background with a colorful and changing, flower-like pattern, all kinds of things popping into my head and my actively working to just let all of them go. It was getting a bit hectic and I was even having a few hyper self criticism moments but again reminded myself to let it all go and all of a sudden I realized I was up near a wall and embedded in this wall were bejeweled hypercats made out of multi colored geometry and flowers. They were beautiful and they looked SUPER welcoming.
I know folks think cats’ faces are inexpressive and there are even posters naming all the emotions and each panel is the same image of a cat’s face. But I work with cats. I have three of my own and many days all I do is visit other folks’ cats. You can read a cat’s mood/thoughts by observing a combination of its’ face AND body language. It was this combination of the soft faces (even though made out of geometry) and the ever changing flower patterns on the body that made me feel like these cats wanted me to be there.
At this point, the self-criticism and the flayed, racing thoughts just dissolved into nothing. I think this is when the real letting go began.
I enjoyed the ever changing hyper-bedazzled cats with bodies made out of colorful flowers but then they kind of moved aside and I was in a larger, dark space, suspended/floating. In front of me were gorgeous gigantic butterfly women. They had amazing, irridescent blue, green and purple wings and hourglass young feminine bodies. They were floating along, barely needing their wings, but still showing the wings off by extending them.
This then opened up into a much larger, city-like space. But this space was made out of spinning and odd pastel colors and structures that kept arcing and changing. I got the distinct sense of “hyperspace preschool” from it.
As soon as I had that thought I found myself in a more “adult” downtown kind of hyperspatial cityscape.
The entire time with all these patterns, spaces and rooms there were spinning marquis of alien language and all kind of information packed visible curly cues everywhere.
The city felt numinous. The buildings were flashing and changing, in rainbow colors. The buildings were polished and had a bright inner light emerging from them. With these buildings each structure had a lot of storeys, making them into kinds of skyscrapers. Each level/story was made up of a primary color. Each unit was square shaped and in their entirety were the color of the level. Dividing each level horzontally and each unit vertically were white dividing lines. The “streets” below these buildings were not laid out in criss-cross square/rectangle patterns like normal city streets. Every “street” was sinusoidal, so these skyscrapers appeared in arcing, curving, twisting patterns.
I floated among these ever changing, tightly packed towers for a moment and then one literally split down vertically from its’ top and opened itself up. Inside was a central cylinder which had lots of ever changing spirals inside of it that appeared to be some sort of transportation system. Outside the central cylinder was the opened up building There were many bridges extending and spiraling into and out of the central cylinder. I do not recall seeing entities but it seemed like an extremely busy place.
My skin was being touched and brushed by tactile hallucinations as I had not lost touch with my body. I was wearing long, close fitting sleeves which really helped. The body load helped me to just hold still and let it happen. I felt too heavy to move.
Eventually I floated downwards into a kind of side or basement room that was its’ own contained space. I could see the base of the cylinder here. The colors were pinks, yellows, greens and blues and each colorful, morbid object in the room was flashing, kind of bright dim, bright dim.
Stacking up against all the walls as I watched were ever larger and growing stacks of human skulls and coffins. The skulls and coffins comformed to the color scheme of the space. There was an odd thought telepathically inserted into my head which was, “Be easy. There is plenty of space in hyperspace for the dead.”
After a short while this room kind of dissolved and I was floating in space watching strips filled with alien language spinning and touching in such a way that they spiraled out and formed spinning disks. Then these disks started forming layers. I was floating between a top disk and a bottom one. The surface of these disks had other sinuous patterns forming on them that were very flower like.
At this point, the distinct visions pretty much ended and I felt it was a good idea to not get greedy and stop there.
This day went better than expected and this was a great return to vaporhuasca. I sincerely want to start titrating up the harmala dose and get back to something at allows me to measure a crystal dose.
The immediate aftermath has been a feeling I associate with both harmalas and DMT. A kind of weightiness to my soul. My core feels heavy but in a VERY good way. I feel centered within my body. My mind is calm and not filled with intrusive (or even related to my small business) thoughts. I am not motivated to get busy. Happy to chill with my cats and just let things gel for awhile.
I am very grateful that this day worked even after the initial roadblock. Perhaps the GVG wasn’t meant to be but I think the DMT was meant to be.
Thanks for reading,
