..this is going to be *very* hard to download into english, and wont even come close to the thing for what it was, but it's the best I can do..
Inside each and every one of us lives a story waiting to be told..and a great epic waiting to be lived..we aren't the backdrop of the great cosmic drama any more than we willingly choose to be..no single soul is to be marginalized, cast aside to watch the game of life from the bench as our reality is handed to us, pieces of someone else puzzle slowly dissected and passed on down to the poor fool who falls into the shallow grave of a shiny packaged paradigm, custom built for the masses..
In the realm of the mind seeds are planted relentlessly..one after another,left unattended they sprout and grow into trees, who quickly become forests so thick they become entire eco-systems riddled with fantastic creatures of they're own creation..
Yet..it is ALWAYS the individual..the navigator of these forests who is the true gardner, as it is the garden of THEY'RE mind from which these seeds spring forth..once the fool awakens it is the magician who must make the choice of which tree they climb in the ascent towards middle earth..in the mind of the shaman worlds are accepted, worlds are allowed and the gardens are attended yet never blindly downloaded.
As I make the great trek through space time, my plight through history I have had 2 true allies who, without I would have have been lost..2 allies who tell me time and time again there never was any one thing to find..2 allies who remind me again and again that everything is already right here, that this is my story and reality is what I make it..and I cant imagine where I would be without the mushrooms and ayahusca in my life.
Last night I prepared for a mellow night consisting of a light dose of ayahausca..what I got was the most profound excursion into the magical dimensions of ayahuasca I had yet to embark upon..I began with 2 subbreakthrough changa experiences to open up some blockages followed by a bath full of fresh lavander, rosemary and rock salts..
A dose of roughly 40g ceilo caapi and .8g mimosa was poured out of my bottle into my drinking cup and shot back with ease..I have become soo acustomed to the bitterness of ayahuasca by now drinking on such a regular basis I actaully aquired a liking to it..now this is not a huge dose for me..even at 60g caapi and 4g mimosa my experiences were intense and very spiritual, but not to the same extent..
I sat in meditation for about 2 minutes letting the music open me up before picking up my pipe loaded full of change and smoked a small hit..maybe 15 mg worth of spice alongside caapi extract and some harmalas from a manske on rue..ayahuasca hits within minutes for me always, so smoking this much brings me to to veil briefly, then drops me back down like a paracheutter into the oncomming ayahuasca experience..
The moment the changa began to fade I could feel the tea building up to a fast peak..I lay down in the dark and let the music wash over me..I could feel it, opening my chakras while rushes of cosmic energy flowed relentlessly throughout my enite being..this is why I smoke that small hit of DMT right after I drink now, it never really fades away fully, it just drops me right into an ayahuasca peak..it really kickstarts and ensures the efficiency of the admixture in the tea..that is the whole point when I smoke with ayahuasca now, not to have a DMT breakthrough..but to simply charge the medicine..
So I am laying there in bed in complete darkness, watching the music pour into my body as shapes and colors, when suddenly I drift..
I was in Egypt long ago..there was a woman making a speach to a group of people about her dead son..he was laying dead in a casket in the centre of them..she spoke of resurecting him, as suddenly they all began to sing..the music was beautiful and as they sung vibrant flowers of all colors, neon butterflies and birds began to grow from the music and fill me up..suddenly I realized I was this womans son..I was the one laying dead in the casket and this was a very sacred ceremony being performed in order to ressurect me from my death..
As the magic grew inside me more and more, it was like eden was incarnating inside of me, and it was quickly filling me up..shining..shining so bright there was no corridor of my being that could escape it' radiant glow..slowly I rose and rose higher and higher back up into my current occupation in space time, but changed..reborn..Now, I knew on some level that what I had just gone through was some sort of innitiation and recalibration..a gift given to me to fully prepare me for the rest of my journey..
This time I launched..not a fullbreakthrough but definatily into the veil..I was vibrating and my visual field broke off into shimmering rainbows..then faces all looking at me..my body was rythmically swaying back and forth in ecstacy..after a few minutes it dropped me down a level and I lay back as the experiene shifted again into a powerful ayahuasca experience typical of an amaringo painting..panoramic neon pastel landscapes opened up behing my eyelids..very much unlike anything I have seen with smoked DMT or changa..only mushrooms and ayahuasca has brought me to these places..
I was now staring into the rainforest..not the amazon but the temperate rainforest of which I have lived my entire life within..I saw old growth ceders and redwoods..the forest floor littered with entire fungal civilizations, slugs, plants..I watched a swamp as it began to boil and bubble, each bubble rising up taking the shape of a face looking out at me before it burst back into swamp ooze..
Suddenly there was someone there, in the scene..a man in the rainforest calling to me to leave my body and enter the vision..now at this point a strong caapi energy came over me akin to quartz (caapi seems to me to hold the quartz energy, where mimosa I associate with amethyst)..and I split..I entered the rainforest..I have no idea really what went on durring my journeys with this man in the forest, but I slipped in and out of this astral sort of body state 3 or 4 times, and each time I returned to my body I would find myself staring into a very geometric image of a face, with a fully opened brow chakra and glyphs all over, and somehow I knew that I was staring into a sort of hyperdimensional mirror, seeing the reflection of my hyperspacial self..
This went on for probly 20 minutes or so until I fully resurfaced and again felt the music flowing into my body and taking up residence as radiant butterflies, hummingbirds and lotus flowers etc..they grew and grew and filled me from head to toe as if the goddess herself decided to wear my body like a glove..it really felt like that..this energy was soo colorful and shone bright neon yellows, oranges, greens and irridescent blues..it just grew and grew shining and shining until I surpassed my won saturation point and it began to pour out of me as tears..all the darkness that had lingered inside of me had 100% dissipated into the light and it was one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had in my life..hands down..
I became sooo thankful for soo many things in my life..everything of any real importance in my life was now illuminated and glowing, like a roadmap layed out, my own inner compass to eden..I have soo much to look foreward to and be thankful for in my place here in the cosmos..we all do..we just need to recognize the archetypes of the cosmic mind for what they are and ride the dream as the dreamers we are..you are at the centre of this game and there is no playing field..there are no rules and you are devine..never forget who you are or try to define who you are..the cosmic drama revolves and evolves around you so take the scenic route..
Long live the unwoke.