Was it the best thing I've done?
Yes and no.
The "no" isn't related to the "best". It's related to "was". “Was” makes little sense because there is no time. Without time, saying "I've never felt better" means "I always did".
There are no teachers. When one is enlightened, one has no reason to talk.
What are the words? Words are to restore a broken connection. I feel I have to tell you something to let you know something. (What I tell you and what it makes you know aren’t always the same.)
Talking to you means I believe I know something you don't know.
When I feel or know, I am one with everything, to whom would I want to speak?
When one is talking to you, one sees imperfection. The imperfection doesn't have to be you. Sometimes, I talk to someone to understand myself.
I'm wondering if there was ever any other reason to talk.
No one can teach you what you don't already know.
When I get to understand something by talking, I only remove a filter from it.
The conclusion may or may not make my trip report pointless. The issue is that I can't tell you the part I want to tell you the most. I want to tell you the part I'm afraid I already forgot.
Let me try finding satisfaction in talking about the rest.
My rue was on its way from Iran. Where is it going to? Who knows. “I’m not Nostradamus”, to quote my loved one. I hope I will see it one day.
Patience has always been one of my best traits. When it seems otherwise, it’s only because I do everything else on an even higher level. Hence, I ordered a small package of rue from a local store too. I waited. Nothing happened.
It turned out I provided them with a mixed-up address. As far as I can tell you, it happened to me for the first time in my life. It was the store that asked me to check the address. Soon, I put on a second order at the last minute to still get it for the weekend. Not that I have weekends or working days. It’s the rest of the world that seems to follow a strange pattern.
For example, they didn’t read their emails for the rest of the day. Hence, they didn’t post my second package in time.
“A sober weekend, it is. I will survive”, I said.
“Can it be a way the world is telling me to wait with it?”
Saturday afternoon, after checking my empty letterbox several times, at a time when the Post could not be working, I found the first package in the letterbox that I don’t even know why I checked one more time.
They delivered it to me, outside of working time, even though the address was wrong.
“I get it. Everything must be interesting. I agree.”
I read about people who took 3-4 grams of rue and stayed alive. (That must be why they could still post on the forum).
Let me share with you a few details of me.
When I want to throw up, all I have to do is thinking about throwing up. Another method I trust is trying not to throw up.
A few years ago, I had an idea. I wanted to buy an annual ticket for every public transport in the country. I thought I could defeat procrastination and work on the train where there is nothing else to do. I considered it a bonus that I could see at least parts of the country I’ve chosen as my home as it was supposed to be beautiful.
Considering how expensive the annual ticket was, it would have made sense to try out the train at least once. I thought I did try it because I used to take a few stops on the smaller ones that stop multiple times inside the city.
Just before I would buy the annual ticket, I ended up on an intercity. I can’t travel for no reason. I was sitting on it as I wanted to buy a specific and rare audio electronics sold in a single store.
I remember the first time the intercity turned. I didn’t use the emergency brake only because I didn’t believe I could walk there and reach it. When the controller came, I already melted into the seat and was swimming in my sweat. I asked him if he had that medication that people who faint on the airplanes have to smell. He told me, “no”. He didn’t even laugh. I think he was a robot.
That’s one of the reasons I thought if I had to choose between taking too little rue and taking too much of it, I would prefer the former option. My daily amphetamine intake crossed my mind too. Yes, that’s my prescribed medication.
I went through the list of the people I would text and ask them to call the emergency for me in case I would want to do that but couldn’t execute it.
I find it comforting to fill my mind with such thought since there is little to zero place left for worrying about what happens if everything goes as planned.
Anyway, I had no idea how much 3.6g rue was. What shocked me was reading about people who ate 100-200 mg of spice on it. I decided to go with 69ron’s opinion, who wrote people need so much spice because they don’t take it together with the MAOI. Shamans know what they are doing, and they take them together.
I measured four times 20mg on four pieces of aluminum foil. I’m glad I did that way and didn’t have to play with the scale in the middle of the day.
What made me worry was the coke. I read that phosphate salt works better than freebase. (As soon as it’s solved it’s not salt anymore but I am not supposed to stay the same either).
A few weeks ago, I started my diet because mushrooms and maybe spice made me realize I might be a woman. Coke is full of sugar. You get the idea. Imagine meeting an entity from another dimension and telling them, “I like you, but sorry, I have to leave. I’m getting too fat when I come here.”
I was also not sure whether it had enough caffeine in it to make my first time MAOI ingestion worth to remember.
Besides, I avoid aspartame like the plague, but yesterday I considered going for it. (I read it only today how smart choice was not doing it). Also, I bought a glass of orange juice for the case I survive the coke+MAOI combo and want to drink something less harmful.
I ate 1 g rue. I was chewing it for a few minutes, I swallowed it, and I drunk the coke in the next moment. As being a perfectionist (the medical term is OCD), I flushed the glass with two additional small doses of coke I drunk as well.
“Time to rest for a bit”.
From this point, I’m not sure what happened when.
I remember lying in bed, and trying to put together a trip report in my mind about my first pharma trip. I remember trying to figure it out why it didn’t work.
After a while, I started to wonder for how long I might have been planning the report, and why on Earth have I been doing it in the first place. That was the moment I understood I was already on a trip.
Some of the experience might have been the rue. I read it could have a stoning effect. That’s also why I took only a little of it.
My body felt comfortable the whole day. I think 1g was more or less enough, and spice was near as strong as if I smoked it. It came slower, lasted longer, and was better. It was intense.
After one or one and a half an hour, I felt great. I sent a message to my girlfriend telling her I was okay. I took another half gram rue and another 20mg. Later, I took another gram rue with the remaining 40mg spice.
After tripping for many hours, eat something, and told my girlfriend about my experience. In the late evening, I took another 40mg with 1.2g rue. The last trip had little to zero visuals. I could blame the food, but it brought me a lot of insight and understanding. In the end, it added a lot to the day.
Before I try to tell you the part I can’t tell you about, and barely remember, let me talk about something else.
More or less anyone who ever tried to justify their substance use might know the following chart.
https://www.economist.co...main/20190629_woc294.png(If the image is removed by the time you are reading this, you can google for "drugs harm chart".)
There are multiple versions of it that are similar but not the same. They come from various sources to make it even easier to believe it.
The question is why the most harmful and least enjoyable substances are legal all around the world (except for the Islamic ban of the alcohol), and the least harmful and most healing/enjoyable substances are prohibited the most.
One could say the society is not “adult enough” to understand it. Like if the concept was new. Is it new?
What about the Book of Genesis? (It’s the part where the Bible starts unless you hold it upside down, or you have a version of it from which the church didn’t remove the knowledge you seek right now).
The first man (Adam) and the second woman (Eve) could eat everything in the garden except the fruit of knowing good and evil.
What?
I mean, what?
And the book goes on, and it never tells you that God was Satan. Or something like that. It wasn't published on the 1st of April either.
Why on Earth would you want to punish someone for realizing the good and the evil? And how could you punish someone for anything who didn’t know what good and evil were? Last, but not least, how and why would you punish someone who did what you created them to do?
I’m questioning neither God or the Bible. I am shocked by how it’s not evident to everyone that “we” read it wrong. What makes me wonder even more is how wrong its translation may be.
I believe the Snake (serpent) is the Universe. I can’t prove it. I saw it. I saw it more than once. I see it almost every time.
If you think of it, the story of punishing the first human couple (human couple version 2.0) for gaining knowledge is like promoting a nerve toxin (alcohol) but forbidding DMT and mushrooms.
New story, isn’t it?
And what about Babylon? Being punished for seeking knowledge and trying to evolve?
Who is behind that force?
Even the argument, “it can be used for healing”, is annoying. I mean, in theory, if it had zero healing effect and only the possibility to discover parallel worlds and other dimensions, isn’t that alone enough reason to make it organized, obligatory, and a repeated event for everyone?
As for the healing, I’m unable to read a text that uses the expression “mother ayahuasca”. I see it. I stop.
I try to imagine a person who considers healing their profession, and who never thought about the possibility that the set of the people who need the healing the most might include individuals who don’t consider “mother” a reference to the most loving and caring entity of the existence.
Don’t get me wrong. I like plants. I love plants. Even those plants I like that I neither eat nor smoke. I talk to them.
I adore feminity, maybe more than you think.
It reminds me of a conversation with my health insurance company.
"Does my insurance cover when one has to go to therapy?"
"Well, when something bad happens, for example, a person’s parents die in a car accident, then yes, it does cover it".
"You know, most of the time, when people need therapy, they need it because their parents stayed alive."
As for healing, there is an option to stop trying to find a new parent and try to become an adult.
Ayahuasca may be a gift. She may be a living and loving being. That’s a reason to respect it or respect her. Putting labels on her isn’t a form of respect, especially not if you don’t feel it true.
There are a lot of loving women out there who are not your mother. If your mother is the most loving one, there are still many more loving women who are not your mother.
We have access to a substance that shows us the world beyond the known reach of the human, and what do we do about it? “We” try making it a human.
If you want to heal, try becoming your parent. As far as I can tell you, ayahuasca will help you get there faster than you think.
You can also get there without it. Or her.
In the end, it’s you who do it. Everything you need is already inside you.
DMT does not exist.
The quantum field does not exist.
It’s a dream.
The Universe is playing and experiencing. It’s changing itself. That’s what we sense as “time”. Yet the Universe is a fractal, and every part of it contains the whole. Everything that exists always existed and ever will.
I was wondering why people meet entities and talk about ego-death.
The only creature I meet there is me. I realize I’m the Universe. It would be neither my first nor my second definition of “ego-death” to realize I’m everything.
Or maybe it is. Regardless of how arrogant it may sound here, on Earth, the feeling that you are the Universe couldn’t get farther from it. Being arrogant is a way to compete. It’s to defeat others.
When you are everything, there is no one to defeat. There is no one to compete with.
I felt nothing like “Wow, that’s cool. I’m so proud of myself!”
(For being it)
It was more like a feeling called “responsibility”. It’s not accurate as I always had my doubts about the possibility of free will. It’s accurate in another way, though. I felt like it’s up to me how I am shaping the life or the dream. Whatever it is.
Besides, it seems there are rules. It might be me who created the rules. The point is they seem to exist. Maybe I could change them if I understood them. Maybe, when I am there, I don’t want to change anything.
Does the Universe need rules, even if they are self-defined, to keep it existing? Does the Universe need anything?
You see, I’m back on Earth. I have questions. Where I was, there were neither answers nor questions.
Why don’t we have a word for infinity? Infinity is not a stand-alone word but the negation of finite. The only way we can express infinite is expressing what it is not. The “endless”, “limitless,” and “unlimited” are the same story.
One can argue humans have no word for it as they couldn’t experience it. (Or, when they experience it, they don’t try to come up with new words.)
So, what about the word “perfect”?
(Note that “perfect” might be different. The word “free” is not. “Free” itself is the negation. Being free denies connection to anything. It denies the significance of the rest of the existence.)
There was a short moment, maybe a few seconds that already happened to me on the golden teacher. It was like if I were lying or floating somewhere, maybe in a hospital, with electrodes on my head or inside my brain, and I started waking up. Someone tells me something that I interrupt and finish myself.
“Yes, I know. I signed up for the experiment. I know I agreed.”
Then I am back.
That few-seconds vision makes me feel a bit unsure about the rest of what I saw.
I learned yesterday that flaws exist to cultivate creativity.
Art is when the creativity stops being a method of problem-solving and starts existing for joy.
Whatever the Universe is, it likes creativity. It likes it when it’s interesting. It’s playing.
And it can look like a snake, or a serpent, with the most beautiful patterns on its “skin” I have ever seen. It’s full of beauty. Such an unearthly beauty that made my mind explode and laugh into eternity.
There is no way to describe it.
I’ve had never been that happy.
I’ve always been that happy.
They are the same.