Crumbles
Rising Star
a lingering euphoria still permeates Crumbles' being.
it has been almost a week since my exploration and i still enjoy a profound sense of calm and beauty.
this was my first journey with the LOVE Brigade and boy did i need my fellow travelers for this one.
Things started out very peaceful, Crumbles was in a safe place with warm and loving souls: A healing room with eleven candles.
Tranquil. Holy. Unstuck In Time.
Uncle Knucles suggested Crumbles take this journey with 15mgs of sublingual caapi copy, to which he obliged.
The caapi goes under his tongue and is ingested into the bloodstream through the mouth tissue.
After about fifteen minutes the caapi is tasting pretty craapi (haha) but I focus my mind on the journey to come, forcing myself not to swallow.
Some tea is brought to sooth the sulfuric sensation going on in my mouth.
After another ten minutes, Art loads the Vapor Genie with spice crystals over Electric Sheep, around 70mg of spice total.
I decide to hold the pipe and inhale with a sleep mask over my eyes:
Something about seeing the VG turn into a red polygonal serpent held little appeal.
The first hit sinks deeply into my lungs; by the time I exhale, the geometric shapes began to appear.
I come back to the pipe for a second hit but could not hold it very long.
Crumbles was experiencing some kind of blockage.
I had not broken through.
What I saw was just the tiniest taste of a vivid trip.
There was a sense of awe, wonder and loads of fractalized stars and shapes.
Bright colors, vague entities were visible, but it did not last long and Crumbles was aware of his physical shell for most of the ten minutes.
There was no communion with the everything.
Most likely, Crumbles got excited when things started to dissolve and change color.
I began anticipating where the trip was going and was not willing to surrender completely.
Maybe I was focused on work concerns, maybe he was thinking about something in the news, but at the first hint of the astral realm, i forgot about the need to hold in two deep hits.
Return to earth occurs within ten minutes.
I endeavor to identify and expunge those weaknesses while Antrocles reminds me, "You wanted this. This is what you are seeking."
Antrocles estimates I imbibed about 30-35mg of spice for this initial try.
Art reminds him that the caapi is still good for another hour or so if he wants to try again.
Crumbles says yes.
He wants to go.
Really GO.
Second attempt: Deep breathing and meditation precede this attempt.
Art reloads the VG
Also this time Crumbles only sat up and took his hits.
Members of the LOVE Brigade help stabilize, hold the VG, and control the sleep mask
The first hit. In she goes.
Antrocles' voice is like a mantra: "Deep As You Can."
Here comes the difficult part.
This time rather than seeing things turn serpentine and dissolve away, Crumbles exhales, sees things start to separate and expand, then says YES to himself, returns to the VG for hit two as Art pulls down Crumbles' mask over his eyes. "Deep As You Can"
He concentrates solely on closing his eyes under the mask.
At this point he hears Antrocles calmly beckoning, "Take One More" and the second exhale is released.
This precipitates what can best be described as maroon and green lizard-like shapes and patterns all interwoven a la M.C. Escher.
This pattern grows more and more fractal-like as Antrocles calls Crumbles back for the third hit.
He remembers his lips meeting the VG but at this point numbers, time, identity all hold no meaning.
If there was a third hit, Crumbles has no recollection of imbibing it.
Concentrate on breathing.
Just breathing.
Deep As You Can.
Before he knows it, Crumbles has left his body, rocketed through the tunnel and is flying through hyperspace.
(The LOVE Brigade estimates Crumbles got a 50-60mg dose of spice in these three hits.)
The Carrier Wave was more of a low buzz than the deafening drone from my first journey, but it persisted up until I removed my mask.
Once Inside... the welcome was more loving and intense than any sensation or I have ever experienced.
Strangely, it is a place I recognize. From pre-birth? From my last break through? Am I looking into the future?
Perhaps all of the above.
At any rate, it is registers as an interdimensional deja vu: "Welcome Back!" the universe tells me.
I was welcomed by a host of smiling entities, what some have described as alien examiners, for my reasons I will call the Life Force.
A warm watery sensation enveloped me.
It was similar to my first journey in hyperspace, though this time I did not feel my soul in the judgment seat.
The Life Force fervently approved my essence and I was welcomed me quickly into the enlightened state.
Most of the time was spent in this state, a place I can best describe as the The Room, where all was pristine, shiny and interactive.
There were other beings there and I was able to communicate saying "Yes, Show Me More."
Keep in mind. There is plenty to see. The Room has indecipherable patterns like hieroglyphics swarming and scrolling in and out of everything.
It is a place of wonder and exultation. Sensory Overload. Smiles, laughter and tingling for eons.
As the smiling entities worshipped me, I worshipped them, thanking them for letting me die in such a resplendent eternity.
I remember thinking (maybe saying audibly) "I Am Dead and I Am Okay" over and over.
My guides told me afterward that I had been speaking in tongues. Groovy.
As opposed to my first journey into hyperspace, where I felt myself rocketed at breakneck speed through a series of landscapes, tunnels and various consciousnesses before landing in The Room, this experience took place almost entirely in that colorful fellowship space.
I was reminded of the Apostle John's description of Heaven in the book of Revelation, where the streets were comprised of all sorts of precious gems.
It really felt like a party in my honor.
And to think I forgot to bring a covered dish!
Thanks to the caapi copy, it was quite a prolonged epiphany, centered on pockets of light and color swirling, morphing, expanding and exploding. Their magnetic glow drew me along like a carrot on a stick.
Each time I said Yes I was further dissolved: I felt like a grain of sand on a beach or a strand of DNA in a giant nucleus.
As I explored each wormhole it felt as though the Universe was downloading tiny packets of infallible truth and goodness into my soul.
Strangely the points at which I felt the most dangerous and voyeuristic -as though I were experiencing something I shouldn't- were easily the most rewarding.
These were the times that the orgasmic hyper-consciousness would swell and permeate my being, saturating me with inexplicable ecstasy.
Said wormholes appeared as hypnotic eddies of color and sound that grew increasingly entrancing and heartbreaking.
The kaleidoscopic effects were more pronounced and elongated in these wormholes, presumably due to the caapi.
From inside it felt like I was weeping for joy, but these ejaculations evidently manifested themselves as blood-curdling screams.
At Art's request, Antrocles summoned me back to the physical realm through the use of a 528 Hz bell tone, the healing frequency.
When the bell started to ring I felt myself slowly regaining awareness of the earthly plane: the sleep mask, the pillows, the bed, my guides...
Upon removing the mask I felt very much a part of both worlds.
The first face I remember accessing was Art. Apparently he was concerned that I had gone too deep.
He smiled at me, emanating compassion, beauty and warmth which I reciprocated with a smile.
I tried to reassure him verbally from within the astral realm, but I don't think I was coherent at that point; I may have worried him more!
Hieroglyphics and Matrix-like lines of code formed a holographic blueprint connecting me with their world.
I could see my fellow travelers watching me through the mist: a beatific display but my speech was still stifled.
Kid_eternity reached out his hand and I responded by grasping it, trying to transfer the love I was feeling.
Antrocles continued to ring the bell at regular intervals.
These points of contact triggered a sense of safety and I felt even more ready to die again.
Upon realizing my suspension between realms I pulled the mask down for one last communion with the everything.
The entities slowly morphed back into the gooey tapestry of The Room as I was left with rising awareness of various truths:
Share Your Light With Those In Darkness. Sing Sing Sing Your Song As Loudly And Joyfully As Possible. Share Create Love Relentlessly!
Like I mentioned earlier, there was no scrutiny from a sage or sentient being, no painful self-realization: This was total celebration.
I felt like the Third Eye was my Only Eye, that the Life Force was worshipping me, affirming my essence, bolstering my spirit.
After my first journey I had tried hard to make sense of the entities I met.
They appeared as kittens before and this time they were slightly more humanoid but nothing like I had expected either time.
Maybe they weren't disparate entities but phantasmal glimpses or incarnations of the eternal miracle that is myself.
Upon returning to my corporeal shell, I removed the mask, my eyes drawn to a luminous presence in front of me.
There sat Antrocles, stoic and strong like an Easter Island statue.
He was seated in Baddha Konasana, emanating an electromagnetic force field that would have been terrifying had I not realized that the field was emanating from myself into the room.
We locked eyes and he asked me questions about what I saw, what I was seeing.
Strangely I do not remember my answers; all I can recall is the intense serenity on his face and the chiseled fortitude of his spirit.
Looking into his stare I felt like a vessel, a ferryman suspended between two realms; just a profound sense of effortless awakening.
Never have I experienced a more humbling blessing.
The warm glow extended to the other members of the LOVE Brigade. It was an absolutely sublime sight, five strong souls connected by the sparkly holographic tissue and a golden aura. I made eye contact with each of them, thanking them for shepherding my journey, for loving me and allowing me to explore a spiritual connection of this magnitude.
Once the sensations subsided, Crumbles found his voice and asked sheepishly "Did I get the third hit?"
The room exploded in uproarious laughter and they patted him on the back saying:
"Yeah, you could say that. You've been gone for almost an hour. Did some deep work in there."
Wow! An hour in hyperspace. Felt like a mere twenty seconds.
Apparently Crumbles went somewhere special.
namaste
Cx
it has been almost a week since my exploration and i still enjoy a profound sense of calm and beauty.
this was my first journey with the LOVE Brigade and boy did i need my fellow travelers for this one.
Things started out very peaceful, Crumbles was in a safe place with warm and loving souls: A healing room with eleven candles.
Tranquil. Holy. Unstuck In Time.
Uncle Knucles suggested Crumbles take this journey with 15mgs of sublingual caapi copy, to which he obliged.
The caapi goes under his tongue and is ingested into the bloodstream through the mouth tissue.
After about fifteen minutes the caapi is tasting pretty craapi (haha) but I focus my mind on the journey to come, forcing myself not to swallow.
Some tea is brought to sooth the sulfuric sensation going on in my mouth.
After another ten minutes, Art loads the Vapor Genie with spice crystals over Electric Sheep, around 70mg of spice total.
I decide to hold the pipe and inhale with a sleep mask over my eyes:
Something about seeing the VG turn into a red polygonal serpent held little appeal.
The first hit sinks deeply into my lungs; by the time I exhale, the geometric shapes began to appear.
I come back to the pipe for a second hit but could not hold it very long.
Crumbles was experiencing some kind of blockage.
I had not broken through.
What I saw was just the tiniest taste of a vivid trip.
There was a sense of awe, wonder and loads of fractalized stars and shapes.
Bright colors, vague entities were visible, but it did not last long and Crumbles was aware of his physical shell for most of the ten minutes.
There was no communion with the everything.
Most likely, Crumbles got excited when things started to dissolve and change color.
I began anticipating where the trip was going and was not willing to surrender completely.
Maybe I was focused on work concerns, maybe he was thinking about something in the news, but at the first hint of the astral realm, i forgot about the need to hold in two deep hits.
Return to earth occurs within ten minutes.
I endeavor to identify and expunge those weaknesses while Antrocles reminds me, "You wanted this. This is what you are seeking."
Antrocles estimates I imbibed about 30-35mg of spice for this initial try.
Art reminds him that the caapi is still good for another hour or so if he wants to try again.
Crumbles says yes.
He wants to go.
Really GO.
Second attempt: Deep breathing and meditation precede this attempt.
Art reloads the VG
Also this time Crumbles only sat up and took his hits.
Members of the LOVE Brigade help stabilize, hold the VG, and control the sleep mask
The first hit. In she goes.
Antrocles' voice is like a mantra: "Deep As You Can."
Here comes the difficult part.
This time rather than seeing things turn serpentine and dissolve away, Crumbles exhales, sees things start to separate and expand, then says YES to himself, returns to the VG for hit two as Art pulls down Crumbles' mask over his eyes. "Deep As You Can"
He concentrates solely on closing his eyes under the mask.
At this point he hears Antrocles calmly beckoning, "Take One More" and the second exhale is released.
This precipitates what can best be described as maroon and green lizard-like shapes and patterns all interwoven a la M.C. Escher.
This pattern grows more and more fractal-like as Antrocles calls Crumbles back for the third hit.
He remembers his lips meeting the VG but at this point numbers, time, identity all hold no meaning.
If there was a third hit, Crumbles has no recollection of imbibing it.
Concentrate on breathing.
Just breathing.
Deep As You Can.
Before he knows it, Crumbles has left his body, rocketed through the tunnel and is flying through hyperspace.
(The LOVE Brigade estimates Crumbles got a 50-60mg dose of spice in these three hits.)
The Carrier Wave was more of a low buzz than the deafening drone from my first journey, but it persisted up until I removed my mask.
Once Inside... the welcome was more loving and intense than any sensation or I have ever experienced.
Strangely, it is a place I recognize. From pre-birth? From my last break through? Am I looking into the future?
Perhaps all of the above.
At any rate, it is registers as an interdimensional deja vu: "Welcome Back!" the universe tells me.
I was welcomed by a host of smiling entities, what some have described as alien examiners, for my reasons I will call the Life Force.
A warm watery sensation enveloped me.
It was similar to my first journey in hyperspace, though this time I did not feel my soul in the judgment seat.
The Life Force fervently approved my essence and I was welcomed me quickly into the enlightened state.
Most of the time was spent in this state, a place I can best describe as the The Room, where all was pristine, shiny and interactive.
There were other beings there and I was able to communicate saying "Yes, Show Me More."
Keep in mind. There is plenty to see. The Room has indecipherable patterns like hieroglyphics swarming and scrolling in and out of everything.
It is a place of wonder and exultation. Sensory Overload. Smiles, laughter and tingling for eons.
As the smiling entities worshipped me, I worshipped them, thanking them for letting me die in such a resplendent eternity.
I remember thinking (maybe saying audibly) "I Am Dead and I Am Okay" over and over.
My guides told me afterward that I had been speaking in tongues. Groovy.
As opposed to my first journey into hyperspace, where I felt myself rocketed at breakneck speed through a series of landscapes, tunnels and various consciousnesses before landing in The Room, this experience took place almost entirely in that colorful fellowship space.
I was reminded of the Apostle John's description of Heaven in the book of Revelation, where the streets were comprised of all sorts of precious gems.
It really felt like a party in my honor.
And to think I forgot to bring a covered dish!
Thanks to the caapi copy, it was quite a prolonged epiphany, centered on pockets of light and color swirling, morphing, expanding and exploding. Their magnetic glow drew me along like a carrot on a stick.
Each time I said Yes I was further dissolved: I felt like a grain of sand on a beach or a strand of DNA in a giant nucleus.
As I explored each wormhole it felt as though the Universe was downloading tiny packets of infallible truth and goodness into my soul.
Strangely the points at which I felt the most dangerous and voyeuristic -as though I were experiencing something I shouldn't- were easily the most rewarding.
These were the times that the orgasmic hyper-consciousness would swell and permeate my being, saturating me with inexplicable ecstasy.
Said wormholes appeared as hypnotic eddies of color and sound that grew increasingly entrancing and heartbreaking.
The kaleidoscopic effects were more pronounced and elongated in these wormholes, presumably due to the caapi.
From inside it felt like I was weeping for joy, but these ejaculations evidently manifested themselves as blood-curdling screams.
At Art's request, Antrocles summoned me back to the physical realm through the use of a 528 Hz bell tone, the healing frequency.
When the bell started to ring I felt myself slowly regaining awareness of the earthly plane: the sleep mask, the pillows, the bed, my guides...
Upon removing the mask I felt very much a part of both worlds.
The first face I remember accessing was Art. Apparently he was concerned that I had gone too deep.
He smiled at me, emanating compassion, beauty and warmth which I reciprocated with a smile.
I tried to reassure him verbally from within the astral realm, but I don't think I was coherent at that point; I may have worried him more!
Hieroglyphics and Matrix-like lines of code formed a holographic blueprint connecting me with their world.
I could see my fellow travelers watching me through the mist: a beatific display but my speech was still stifled.
Kid_eternity reached out his hand and I responded by grasping it, trying to transfer the love I was feeling.
Antrocles continued to ring the bell at regular intervals.
These points of contact triggered a sense of safety and I felt even more ready to die again.
Upon realizing my suspension between realms I pulled the mask down for one last communion with the everything.
The entities slowly morphed back into the gooey tapestry of The Room as I was left with rising awareness of various truths:
Share Your Light With Those In Darkness. Sing Sing Sing Your Song As Loudly And Joyfully As Possible. Share Create Love Relentlessly!
Like I mentioned earlier, there was no scrutiny from a sage or sentient being, no painful self-realization: This was total celebration.
I felt like the Third Eye was my Only Eye, that the Life Force was worshipping me, affirming my essence, bolstering my spirit.
After my first journey I had tried hard to make sense of the entities I met.
They appeared as kittens before and this time they were slightly more humanoid but nothing like I had expected either time.
Maybe they weren't disparate entities but phantasmal glimpses or incarnations of the eternal miracle that is myself.
Upon returning to my corporeal shell, I removed the mask, my eyes drawn to a luminous presence in front of me.
There sat Antrocles, stoic and strong like an Easter Island statue.
He was seated in Baddha Konasana, emanating an electromagnetic force field that would have been terrifying had I not realized that the field was emanating from myself into the room.
We locked eyes and he asked me questions about what I saw, what I was seeing.
Strangely I do not remember my answers; all I can recall is the intense serenity on his face and the chiseled fortitude of his spirit.
Looking into his stare I felt like a vessel, a ferryman suspended between two realms; just a profound sense of effortless awakening.
Never have I experienced a more humbling blessing.
The warm glow extended to the other members of the LOVE Brigade. It was an absolutely sublime sight, five strong souls connected by the sparkly holographic tissue and a golden aura. I made eye contact with each of them, thanking them for shepherding my journey, for loving me and allowing me to explore a spiritual connection of this magnitude.
Once the sensations subsided, Crumbles found his voice and asked sheepishly "Did I get the third hit?"
The room exploded in uproarious laughter and they patted him on the back saying:
"Yeah, you could say that. You've been gone for almost an hour. Did some deep work in there."
Wow! An hour in hyperspace. Felt like a mere twenty seconds.
Apparently Crumbles went somewhere special.
namaste
Cx
