This is an interesting post and resonates with me on a deeper level than I can articulate.
Part of my back-story involving psychedelics is founded in my inability to 'lose control.' I've never gone over board, found myself in a loop, or believed in some impossible reality. I've always been able to handle any situation during my psychedelic experiences, and in many ways I welcome the experience of day-to-day activities under the influence because it adds an element of chaos and absurdity to what is basic, boring, routine human existence; I use those words VERY loosely because I actually admire the beauty of the human vessel on all of it's levels. For me in my psychedelic use, I have always been acutely aware of the fact that I had taken a mind-altering substance, and that awareness always kept my feet on the ground. And my first few uses of DMT weren't very exciting. I hadn't gone any where amazing, but I had seen some neat stuff. In some ways I think I was doing it wrong, but mostly I was simply not able to let go. That was until I added a level of intention to it..
My first serious breakthrough brought me to tears although I couldn't actually tell you why - I don't remember most of it. I remember taking off and I remember coming back in vivid detail. But there is this blackness in my memory that carries a very unusual intentional presence.. as if I wasn't allowed to remember what happened. As if the experience was purposefully stricken from my conscious recall.
I also believe that this breakthrough happened because of the factors invested in the intentions I had. I literally wanted to have my mind blown away. I wanted to be shown something I couldn't rationalize.
I wanted to know, beyond any reasonable doubt, that I had completely and utterly lost all sense of control. So when it was my turn to take a journey I cleared my mind, focused heavily on the potential stored in the spice, and said out loud and to myself over and over, "Show me something that will blow my mind." Also, I had usually stopped taking hits when I felt the first rush hit me, and this time I had committed to taking in the spice until I could no longer distinguish my hands from the rest of the world. At that point I would know without question that I was no longer in control. And that's exactly what I did, and that's exactly what happened.
I remember my hands folding into the floor, and my pants doing the same. The blue bleeding out, and as the definition of my hands and my legs started to blur and vibrate into the space around me the waves of fractals moved me while sat still. I leaned back into the chair and started to see wonderful visions of colors, and what would become a familiar experience later - a sort of flaring spot-light that moves and dances around the shadows of whatever particular geometries I happen to be shown. The next thing I remember is a horizon of light, I was looking 'down' at the ground and followed the rays up to the horizon where the bursting star was the emitting the most brilliant light, it was the brightest light I'd ever seen but it was not blinding to me. What looked like 8-bit rays of energy were flowing in from the northern half of the horizon. It was at this moment that I became aware of the fact that I was making these observations, and that for some unknown amount of time before that I had *not* been making these observations.. I wasn't present.. and that I had in fact left this place. When I was finally back to being coherent I felt touched, different.. I felt acknowledged.
Anyways, to stay on topic.. since that night my relationship with the spice became something of an esoteric experience. I built an anxiety with spice that made it difficult to just sit down and journey, I had to do more. I knew after that experience that we had far more control over the end result than people account for. While we don't chose the events that take place during our journey, I believe our sub-conscience certainly picks the river to swim in.
I've also been intensely focused on the recall of these experiences. I meditate with binaural beats prior to smoking spice every time so that I can calm my highly attention deficit mind, so that I can let go of any unforeseen attachments, and to heighten my sensitivity. I try to focus on my intention for the journey, and to find 'the right way to make the request.' I am mostly able to make full recalls of my trips now, and I believe with practice I can prolong them, take them different directions, and participate in them. I am always looking for ways to incorporate the Truth into the mortal experience; storing the spice on/in a crystal, or energized/blessed stone. Setting the space with humility and love, burning the sacred Sage for cleansing, setting your head space and cleansing it to be open to receiving, etc. I believe very much in these things - because I believe they are ALL aspects of the elements that we praise. I do not understand the devout love of a narcotic without the acknowledgement of it's divine manifestation. I do not understand casual journeys, although I try to remember to it is different for each person, and a mother loves all of her children for their individuality and not for their conspiring to be the same.
Still, this is what it means to me. And with all the contexts of the human capacity for divine action, to shape and carve the planet, to love and to hate, to resonate with synchronicity, I believe the levels that we can reach with the medicine goes far beyond being a spectator.
Please keep me informed of your experiences, especially when you acknowledge new aspects of these journeys.
Namaste~
In most cases, the furthest you have to go for help is the nearest human being.DMT: The Spirit Molecule a film by Mitch Schultz
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