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sansans
#1 Posted : 1/13/2011 7:14:59 AM
the best i can piece it together coherently without embellishing murky memories. i myself haven't read many others first experiences, especially if they were nearly this long. but hey, why else am i here if not to share? oh yeah, to communicate with others on making it (hinthint)... though after this i'll make it a point to read others' first steps.

my friend made the experience a good one. we talked for awhile in a place i'd never been before, in someone's room with a couple cats. we listened to music and to a few impressions others had of the spice. a little THC was done. it was dim and surprisingly relaxing.

i sit on a bed, lights are turned off. i take a small hit to taste, to see how it would come on. not much, i take another... i'm sitting up on a bed, can't tell if anything is happening. i take a final rip. there are lights swept across the ceiling from outside, i can't stop looking at them for some reason. something isn't the same about them, i can't tell what. soon i can't tell what i'm looking at (like when you say a word too many times and it sounds wrong), and i look around to orient myself. except this doesn't exactly happen, i instead focus my attention to other things juuust within my field of vision/ in my peripheral. something is moving/changing in the darkness, as it happens, the things that were "really" in front of me (a dresser, some books) was actually a feature or a texture of the entity repositioning in front of me. it was like looking into a 'magic eye' or the "young-girl/old-woman" illusion- my eyes were reevaluating the actual material space in front of me, from which had emerged the entity gesturing with it's hand for me to "come"

__((this is when i think i stopped breathing, but i couldn't tell if i was or wasn't. i felt my heart rate shooot up. i tried to close my eyes but i couldn't tell if they were open or closed.))__

i felt as if it had always been there watching, and i was only then able to see it. do you ever talk to yourself? i thought i did quite often, but i felt suddenly that i never once spoke to myself without also speaking to this figure. we had a connection. i followed my friends advice and didn't fight, just watched as this figure moved in front of me, it was dancing. i felt humbled to the point that it was almost threatening, but instead closer to totally annihilating w/o the ego protectionism. almost nonbeing (almost, but not entirely because this was all still happening to "me", this consciousness that is I). this shook everything i was capable of feeling in these moments, i was completely lost in time and space. i was somewhere/time else and the dancer in front of me, i began seeing, was not alone. there were many around.

some took notice of me and i could feel their appendages as warmth, maybe perhaps as pressures too but definitely warmth (sometimes i thought they were arms, other times dark shadows) moving around my neck, back, shoulders. i was hunched over, i dropped my head a bit and felt my body slowly rise and fall, my body was glowing light (i came in and out of feeling/knowing my body. at times, i was completely disassociated from it. i def forgot about it a first). they were moving my body simulating breathing... and i noticed/remembered to breathe, but i couldn't exactly tell if i was or wasn't. from this i gathered they meant no harm though, and i looked back up and around (all my movements were veeeery slow, i didn't want to frighten them and i myself couldn't handle any more than what was already happening). others seemed more ambiguous. we were in, the only way i can describe it, some room of a palace, strangely colored and dark (not as in absence of light, but like, a reconstitution of light), and the other beings seemed to be lounging.

why? what were they all doing there? it couldn't have been they were waiting for me, i felt a few of them were not interested in me and that they didn't really want me there. yet i also felt like a couple of the dancers were trying to tell me otherwise, they wanted me to be there and i felt they were communicating with the other more ambiguous figures about me, to let me know the others wouldn't cause problems... "unless what?" i remained scared to move. they were highly sensitive to my presence, and i was worried if i moved i might set one of them off, i might break a rule or act out of conduct or something kind of equivalent to disrespect (except the consequences? who could say what they'd be?). i didn't even think to speak. i focused on a few that were easier to see, they looked like dancing females. i wouldn't call them human, but there was something feminine about them, their shape(i thought it was a little strange that i was seeing women).

i focused on "breathing" when it all became too unbearably insane. i could hear around me the sounds of breathing too, i couldn't see where from. i thought it might be my friend, but i was hearing many. dilemma: if i didn't fight it, i let go and accepted it, not just superficially, but truly accept that this world was real. this scared me, because i felt i was wagering my sanity and that ultimately i might actually end up back on earth and would soon be taking the bus (which felt totally unreal). yet if i denied them, then i was interacting with invisible people and i was still wagering my sanity. at this point, there was no believing otherwise though, and i felt gratitude for having been there with them. i felt distinctly that this is something i could never forget, no matter what, i had to remember the reality of other side. somewhere/time around this point, i looked intimately at the dancer's line/light/gradient body and got lost in a rut... i'm not sure what was happening at this point, i experienced a lot of racing images/thoughts i can't quite recall. included in this were also racing questions, which were being answered for/by me. i remember towards the end, concluding something about the responsibility and power we have as humans to affect one another, this made moving my body nothing more than a very scary possibility. as the questions concluded themselves, i felt myself emerging, a will, "I CAN MOVE!" and my arm began moving, or jerking rather, though i couldn't feel myself do it. this flung me back into some more familiar reality of me in a room on a bed with my friend, and from the upright position, i fell backwards into the bed and some pillows.

the thoughts began to slow down and become more familiarly my own. at this point, since i felt i was thinking by myself, i felt the message was becoming more convoluted and i stopped thinking.
 
Global
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#2 Posted : 1/13/2011 7:20:51 AM
That was quite the encounter you had there. Glad to see you were able to describe it in such detail. It can often be a drag when all people can say is, "...and there were lots of colors of light...and patterns...yeah geometric patterns..."
"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein

"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead

"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb
 
sansans
#3 Posted : 1/13/2011 7:30:23 AM
once upon a time i was quick to roll my eyes at other people's "spiritual" experiences. i would have been even more skeptical of someone who claimed to be able to describe it so clearly /conveniently. whatever though, it's all i have left of it. it's might not very close to what happened (the integrity of such an experience doesn't survive the transfer to linear language), but after reading it, it's as close as i'll get. and anyway, i think telling it isn't so important as experiencing it

i'm wondering how different AYA made with acacia will be.
or any of these freebase extraction methods...

 
TLaconti
#4 Posted : 1/13/2011 11:28:41 AM
First steps? Seemed like you leaped right in headfirst!

sansans wrote:
...in someone's room with a couple cats.


You're braver than I am: I don't trust my cat, and I trust my roommate's cat even less. They're clever and quite cheeky, I could picture them waiting, watching, sensing, knowing the exact right moment to jump on my lap and completely mess with my journey!
 
gilga_mesh
#5 Posted : 1/15/2011 4:49:29 AM
nice one!

This sounds a lot like my first experience i had last week. Spooky, the way you describe it almost gives me a dejavu effect. The only difference with me was that it all happened very quick and blurry. Maybe my spice was getting too old, I probably didn't take enough.

Even though I could not see exactly what was going on in front of me I could see swirling hands in front of me. I first thought it was my sitter friend playing a joke on me but soon realized he was sitting next to me. This was some being playing a trick of front of me. Next I recall these female arms trying to invite me to something, they acted just the way you described them.
And there was a guy with a hat, like a classic Illusionist in his tuxedo, standing next to me, trying to show me something with his hand. Whenever I looked at him he would hide his face behind his cylindric hat. I was looking for a breakthrough and felt as if I'm not quiet there yet. My bet was that were trying to show me the "way" to breakthrough. As soon as I realized this I could feel the spice wearing off and me coming back into my body which was sitting on the bed.
Your description is much more detailed than my experience was. I never had the chance to focus on anything longer than a second. I can't say exactly how long it lasted but it felt like 5 minutes, I think.

cheers for sharing!
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
 
 
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