Good morning Nexians!!!
What a glorious day it is.
Peculiar thing happened to me last night.
See this stranger in the street just ran up and told me this crazy tale. He babbled on for what seemed like an eternity about strange and unusual things. Just so happens I had my trusty voice recorder with me to capture it all.
So here it goes.
Word for word.
This is what he said...
"Things needed rearranging. I was falling back into old habits and desperately needed a re-awakening. What better way to do this than with a nice pharmahuasca journey I thought. So after a day of meditation and general moseying around the house, I planned to ingest some recently acquired goodies. A friend had just dropped by earlier and left me with a generous serving of good ol' DMT fumarate. A few days prior, I was gifted a batch of friendly alkaloids derived from Syrian Rue. Thus, I had all the necessary components and was ready to embark on what I hoped would be an epic journey."
This guy just kept going on and on. All I could do was sit there and listen...
"The day had passed and turned to night and I was ready to take flight. My room was to be the runway from with I would be departing. After setting my intentions and cleansing the room with some white sage, I was set to go. I started with 150mgs of the Rue extract taken orally and chased down with H2O. After about a quarter of an hour or so, I ingested a capsule containing 150mgs of DMT fumarate. Right before hitting the lights and crawling into my bed, I smoked another 50mgs of the Rue extract to ensure a thorough MAOI intake."
He didn't stop there. Believe it or not, he went on to tell me the details of what transpired next...
"I was laying there in the dark, nestled comfortably in my bed, waiting for the medicine to take. After about a half hour or so, I was starting to get confused by the utter lack of CEV's...though I was staring to feel a slight head change. Another half hour passed and still nothing. By this point, I was expecting to be in a deep conversation with a hyperspace troll or at the very least be seeing some fractal geometry. But no. Still no CEV's. That is not to say that I felt nothing. I was certainly in an altered and familiar headspace, but not much was happening in my visual field."
I couldn't believe this guy. He just kept going on about this journey of his...
"I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I had assumed the amount medicine I took would surely yield a powerful visionary experience, but instead, I was laying in bed, lost in a world of internal dialogue.
I contemplated listening to some music, but decided against it on the grounds that I did not want any external stimuli. Another ten minutes passed and I found myself laying in the fetal position... sucking my thumb. As enjoyable as that was, I realized that it was getting me nowhere and decided to go ahead with the music idea."
I know I know. He was talking forever. I didn't get a chance to say a singe word the whole time...
"Unsure of what else to do, I put on my headphones and selected an album called
Shaman, Jhankri & Nele - Music Healers of Traditional Cultures...
"Wow. That's all I can say. Some of the songs on that album almost brought tears to my eyes. And some...well, some brought CEV's to my eyes.
Alas. I was lost in a world of tribal chants, shamanic drumming, and unfathomable throat-singing. I had finally reached cruising altitude. In the midst of this portion of the flight, I feel like some major healing took place inside of me. A lot of stagnant energy was reawakened and I could feel it flowing freely throughout my body."
Weird huh? He just kept talking about how amazing this medicine was and how much it helped him sort things out...
"By the time the last track on the album came to an end, I had rewired myself and was feeling elated beyond description. I had time to sort though the things that I felt needed mending in my life and in doing so, came to many realizations. It's as if I was handed a map that would lead me back to the path from which I'd strayed in recent months."
This guy must have been crazy, but nonetheless, he was making sense. Good thing I had my recorder there to capture his every word...
"New moon. New day. New me. What a wonderful day to be. Here. Now. Wow. How can I explain? I cannot refrain from spouting forth what's in my brain. This is all too real and it's what I feel. This is how it is and how it should be. Or is it just me? Does anyone else care to see that we are free to roam in our mind's eternity eternally?!?"
That was the last thing he uttered before he turned around and took off running in the other direction, skipping and hopping, speaking of love and gratitude...
"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite"
-Aldous Huxley
"Though it seems that I know that I know, what I would like to see is the I that sees me when I know that I know that I know."
-Alan Watts
Please note that all my posts are 99% fictional. The remaining 1% is a direct manifestation of my overactive imagination and exaggerated accounts of things that may or may not have happened. Therefore, I shall not be held accountable for any statements, beliefs, or ideas expressed here. Furthermore, by choosing to accept what I say as fact, you are subjecting yourself to the viewpoints of an individual who in accordance with societal standards, might just be considered "crazy".