This is all a Dream I had:
Alright let me start this off by saying how fucking grateful I feel to be here writing this right now.
I ventured off into the woods to bioassy this improvised jimjam changuana that was concocted:
https://www.dmt-nexus.me...aspx?g=posts&t=11159Eating oranges, watching the clouds, the ocean from atop the hill, feeling the wind, pondering my intentions, barely being able to breathe from all the shit I've smoked in the past 10 years, accepting this, walking, and loving every step of the way.
I picked some miners lettuce and munched some as I climbed my hill to my special little clearing no one seems to know about. The sun shines here. Wild mint permeates the air and I sat here half lotus, kicking off my Nike's, slowing my heart from the hike.
I had rolled a caapi leaf and mapacho spliff with a pinch of changuana with precision and brought it along for my reintroductory ceremony.
As I slowed my heart, and my breath, I consciously let go of everything I am and integrated into my environment.
I picked up all the sticks within my reachable proximity and assembled a two dimensional star tetrahedron on the ground in front of me as my point of focus while I dissolve.
The Bic was flicked,
no turning back now. Just then it began to rain. It's been months...four, maybe five. I burned that spliff down slowly and began to get lighter and lighter. All the bullshit that was me was being burned by the cherry fire at the tip, the smoke cleansing my soul with ever puff held as long as it felt right.
I was scared to death. I know what lies beyond this algorithm. It's impossible to forget. In fact, it never seems to leave my mind. I live my life constantly with the awareness of all of this. A feeble respect and understanding I have for what we truly are.
After the spliff turned to roach, I placed it within the star tetrahedron to burn out, and I closed my eyes, pressed my palms, straightened my spine, and looked up. The rain stopped and the sun began to shine.
All the tangled consciousness that was woven by the ego was detangled and all these thoughts came to mind in an illuminated head space. I had not broken through, but I was given the platform to do my work. I sat here for a good long time meditating and letting go, fortifying my DNA, becoming who I truly am supposed to be.
I knew what I needed to do. I bought a brand new glass pipe just for this moment. I rose like a cobra, light as a feather, and pulled it out of my pocket, as well as the vial of jimjam changuana. Humming the harmonics of myself, I packed a small bowl. Another improvisation. Nothing ever weighed at all. Just as much that felt right. Not even half of this tiny little glass pipes bowl was packed down.
Here we go. This is it. I know I need this. It's been a life time.
Whooooooooooooo! This tastes fucking amazing. I take a hit, I hold it in. I take a huge rip, I cough, hold it in. And again. And again.
I am dissolving...
It wasn't until I reached the very end of the bowl WHEN IT HAPPENED:
The last hit, a tiny one in proportion to the ones that led up to this one, INSTANTLY TOOK ME AWAY.
In less than a second, I knew what had happened. The infamous "breakthrough" had occurred.
I was no longer human.
I was no longer on Earth.
Swept up and out. I whispered goodbye.
Everything in my vision, the beautiful forest, my make-shift mesa,
INFINITELY FOLDED AND INTERTWINED WITH THE TRUE INTERSECTING REALITY THAT WE STEM FROM.I was gone. I was scared. I had been here before. I knew there was nothing to fear. Just the sheer fucking intensity of being face to face with the SPIRITS is enough to make one want to scream and run away.
But there's nowhere to go. It's all the same! It's all folded up infinitely
no matter where you go, there it is.I rode these waves deep into the eternal. When I am here, it feels like I will never ever return to my planet.
My strong awareness remains, it tells me I will return. I know I'll be OK; a dying human once again eventually...and I will love that...
I exploded with tears. With love. With recalibration. I cried my heart out for all of you, everyone, FOREVER
as I was licked, twisted, uploaded, and SURROUNDED BY ALIEN LIFE.
And here I am. So in love. So fucking amazed at what we are, and what we are capable of. It makes our every day reality look like a fucking joke! A simulation! An experiment!
I am an alien! I am disposable!
I am here to test these possibilities and spread this message!!!!!!!!Everyone. If you are in possession of this sacred endogenous neurotransmitter. Here is some advice:
You must make caapi changa.
You must work with caapi prior to dissolving.
You must smoke until you LEAVE.
This is a DIRECT ORDER from CONSCIOUSNESS ITSELF
I am well aware of the many levels that the spice offers us.
I know it's therapeutic in low doses. I even know some of you like to smoke DMT and watch TV.
For those of you that choose not to go deep: You are afraid.
And you have every right to be. It terrifies the fucking shit out of me.
But DESPITE THAT, This MODE MUST BE ACCESSED, OBSERVED, and LEARNED FROM.
Smoke this medicine until your little reality you've forever known completely disappears.
You will be somewhere else. It permeates our reality on another octave.
You will be something else.
We are this.
And yet, we are fucking monkeys too.
The duality of our true nature and our rhythmic prison is enough to make one want to scream and destroy everything in sight.
HOW CAN THE WORLD NOT KNOW. HOW CAN THIS BE ILLEGAL. HOW CAN THE DARK FRACTAL CLOUD SNAKE BALANCE CONTINUE TO OPPRESS THE PEOPLE FROM THEIR GOD GIVEN DIVINITY.
It's right there. Offered to us by the plants. Inside us as a greatest joke you'll ever know.
Everyone...I beg you...
I know I must come off as a mad man, and I am.
The only way to explain all of this is to become the neurotransmission yourself.End dream sequence.