I'm not sure whether to put this report here or in the Aya section.
As it wasn't a pure Aya trip but also contained pharma, I'll put it here in pharma.
Swim took 150ml or Caapi tea supposedly infused with 150g of shreded Caapi vine. Swim says supposedly because he's not convinced he performed the extraction correctly. The Caapi was followed with a chaser of a 150ml infusion from 10g of chaliponga, again "supposedly" it was 10g, it might have been only as strong as 1g for all swim knows.
When an hour had passed and nothing much had happened, swim decided to "get the show on the road" by taking 150mg of TTH extract + 70mg of rue extract in orange juice follow 20min later by unmeasured amount of full alkali jimjam dissolved in orange juice. It was swims first time to extract Jimjm and swim had not bargained for how sticky and difficult a substance it is to work with.
By the time swim got it into an OJ solution It might have been anything from 50-200mg of Jimjam he had in the shot glass, not counting what stayed stuck to the sides of the glass the scale the razor blade. Hmmf... live and learn.
The jimjam in OJ burned swims throat a little going down. Swim couldn't really recommend it as a regular method of ingestion certainly not to those who greatly value their esophageal linings. Swims fumaric acid will be arriving soon though so fumerate is what Swim'll be trying next time.
*****Start of Trip******
Locked and loaded, Swim lay down on his back on the bed looking at the ceiling and waiting for the trip to begin. Swims not sure how long it took but the onset was smooth and steady, not fast or abrupt as swim has previously experienced with pharma (crystal DMT + rue in OJ). The room was well lit by daylight coming in from between the metal window blinds. Pretty soon swim was viewing an open eye vision of an interwoven collage of Aztec and Mayan and Eqyptian and Celtic knots and patterns with animal faces all materialising out of his ceiling. In the center there was what seemed to be a gently smiling female face. Aya herself?
She was slowly descending down from the ceiling towards Swim. Everything in the vision was beautifully and evenly proportioned, but monochromatic. Swim guesses the lack of colour was because of the white background lent by the ceiling.
The beings were all benign, they simply existed. They made no attempt at direct verbal or telepathic communication with swim.
Swim felt no over riding emotion at this point, just calm. The entities were all beautifully and perfectly proportioned. They looked rather like the figures the Nexus banner. Some of the entities seemed to observe swim in passing before melting away to be replaced by another face, an animal or a knot pattern.
Swim closed his eyes and (perhaps because of the light falling on his closed eyelids) was greeted by a bright and incredibly vivid "Escher world". It was all made of beautifully coloured and pattered tiles and "4D" boxes with hard juggling balls rolling around on top of and inside of some of them. Momentarily I thought I saw a male harliquin. The patterns on the facets consisted of things like playing cards, five pointed stars, triangle and diamond shapes and other motifs, to many to remember. All swim could think was "yes I see, it is all so beautiful". However there was so much happening that swim felt regret at being unable to visually grasp all of what he was seeing.He knew would never be able to remember it in all its glorious detail.
Swim suddenly felt overcome by an irresistible urge to throw up. Jumping from the bed he made a mad dash to the bathroom, not quite reaching it in time! Swim had a sick bucket beside him but had forgotten all about it...
While swims body was emptying itself of considerable quantities of richly patterned vomit Swim noticed that throwing up wasn't all that unpleasant, just slightly humbling. Swim looked at his patterned body and realised that it was rally quite beutiful in a way (this is not what swim usually thinks). He felt very thankful to inhabit a healthy body.
Swim then felt much better and went back to lie down on the bed again, this time closing his eyes and pulling the covers over his head in order to be in darkness. The same beautifully ordered and measured tiled patterns were there as before. Swim started thinking about the absurdity of human lives driven as they so often are by pride and self importance. He couldn't stop laughing and giggling at the silliness of it all for a while.
The thought crossed his mind that the spice might indeed extend his life by allowing him to find the joy in small things and thus enhance his mental health; "Mens sana in corpore sano"
At this swims mind wandered momentarily to, of all things, totalitarian governments. He saw Nazi Swastikas and Russian hammers and sickles and the star and crescent of Turkey (the last one not strictly speaking totalitarian but representing in Swims mind the ottoman empire and it's religious army) and they were merging one into the other as if they were all one, which in some senses they were.
The trip continued in that vein for some time, every time a thought occurred to swim he saw it reflected back at him as sets of interconnected symbols and patterns (the language of swims subconscious mind?). Swim saw among other things, the most beautiful Eqyption looking cat imaginable with perfectly proportioned form and densely patterned surface.
Swim asked at one point "should I write a novel?" and was was greeted by a laughing response consisting of an infinite multitude of madly flipping iridescent tiles, which seemed to indicate a vast number of equally worthwhile possibilities extending outward from this point in time to several different future time points.
However this did little to help swim decide on a course of action. "Deciding" what to do seems to be swims job and swims alone. The universe is not there to help with the task of deciding things.
Swim had the realisation, rightly or wrongly, that what the world and the universe really comes down to is number and proportion. The trip continued in this way for a some time, swims not sure how long but eventually it slowly and smoothly subsided.
If any of you are still with me, I'd like to ask some questions at this point if I may;
1). This trip was a very similar experience to swims last one which swim described above. Would these trips be considered "breakthroughs"?
2). Does the place swim visited have a name? Was that "hyperspace or does hyperspace lie beyond that?
3).How similar to this are the experiences that others have had?
4). Is there any way to go further, however you would define "further"? Swim would like to feel more in control when in "jimjam land" and to be able to navigate the experience instead of always being swept along.
5).What swim was again mostly confronted with was a sense of "infinite possibilities". How should swim set about progressing further in his exploration of Hyperspace and in his quest for greater understanding?
Any advice or comments on any part of the above "tract" would be very appreciated.