Advice Sought – Trip Report (after my ass handed to me)
Hello brothers & sisters! Love and blessings to you.
Since this is my first post, let me start by thanking all of the members of the board for making it such a valuable place. I have benefitted greatly reading the discussions here.
BACKGROUNDI had a difficult GVG journey, and I was hoping for some perspective from some who have traveled the landscape more than I.
Basic relevant background: I have been a ritualistic entheogenist for about ten years, mostly on my own unfortunately, reading eastern & western philosophy throughout this time, and practicing various spiritual-type lifestyles. I’ve never taken heroic doses of anything. Spice has been on my mind for many years, and it was finally time recently. This specific journey is approximately my eighth or so spice exploration. I have started from very low amounts, and been steadily increasing and improving my technique. All of these are GVG journeys.
THE GIFT
My third or fourth time out, a week or so ago, with approximately 10-15mg (before I received my scale), I ran into a couple respectable elves who offered me something extremely terrifying. I had “seen” this thing once before during a solo meditation with Lucy, too terrifying for me to stay with. I guiltily declined the elves’ gift, out of fear that on earth I genuinely might scream in terror, which would attract rather undesirable attention/consequences in my current environment. It was easy to rationally decline this gift, I assume because of the low mg.
MY INTERPRETATION
I assume this “gift” is a sort of path in (for these lower doses maybe?) hyperspace leading to utter ego annihilation, and/or spice breakthrough. This is something I’d really like perspective on from those who have been farther down the hole than I. Has anyone been (lovingly) offered terrifying gifts that were anything other than something along this line?
QUEST FOR THE TERROR BALL
I arranged a sitter, planning to approximately double the dose and hopefully find them/that place again. Unfortunately, when I exhaled to go for a second toke, a huge amount of vapor came out in my breath. So I waited, blew out some - again huge vapor. I waited until I was worried I could no longer work the tools, then went for another, and realized I had taken everything in the first. Damn GVG being so effective.
I went in with a feeling of “dammit I screwed everything up”, and found myself running from one entity to another asking if they knew where mother (mother aya) was like a moron. Very embarrassing. I’d guess I blew out half, leaving about 10-15mg for me again. It felt about the same intensity.
ARRIVAL OF THE SCALE
Fast forward a few journeys and many other entities. I finally received my scale, and shifted my attention to learning dose size effects, slowly upping mg to try to get an idea of what is out there, and trying to ride the edge of my solo safety limits. I got some caapi tincture, and after a rather safe 24mg journey the day before (only spice), tried sublingual 20mg caapi extract, wait 20min, then GVG 20mg spice.
I failed at keeping the extract under my tongue, how does anyone do that? But swishing it around for 20min somewhat violently and then swallowing brought some pleasant effects, enough I figured to test the synergy. I went in with a reasonable amount of “pure” exploration and truth seeking. I recall noticing the first spice hallucination, and giving it my full attention as best I can, which is the best method I’ve so far found for me to get as far out there as possible.
THE GIFT, WITH INTEREST REQUIRED IN FULL
Definite feeling of annihilation happening – memories coming up in almost a mocking fashion of what they are, strange scenery flying by barely noticed, déjà vu all over the place, afraid I’m not breathing, told ‘good job’ for breathing, then scolded ‘stop that!’ for paying attention to my breath, and then, those same elves with their gift. A strong feeling that it was the same ones. Only, WAY MORE REAL. Is "they were about 15mg more real" a precise quantitative measurement? I had realized on the previous 24mg journey, that the description “in your face” I’d come across on the forums, is extremely meaningful. And here it was again, in my face. Indescribably in my face. Terrifying gift, but I was happy to be back. And then I remembered that screaming would be very undesirable for me. I had to escape.
THE ESCAPE, WITH TAIL BETWEEN LEGS
It wasn’t a nice calm declining of their offer this time. It was full on running the fuck away. Not a panic run, but an amount of running required to get away from them, which was significant. And they were not happy with me for being such a pussy about it. I made it to my sleep mask, got it off, got in my body, opened eyes, took off covers, stood up.
First time moving on earth while that heavily under the influence. First time with eyes open in fact. My first instinct was to call a friend for safety. But I was incapable of making sense of what sort of time-space zone we were in on earth, and they might be doing something that, if I interrupted with some crazy bad-trip talk, and they dropped important things and came to help just to find me completely sober… it would cost too much social capital.
I had no idea how long I’d been going. I needed to know to attempt to figure out how much longer I’d be going. Was this going to be one of those surprise – this is going to last for hours things? Because I had probably better call in that case. I had typed my vaporizing-time on my trip journal on the laptop. I tried to find it, remembering amusedly discussions about electronics usage with spice. Fun stuff. Time and space and all my surroundings were all fucked up, and I could hear/feel either the elves or my guilt loudly demanding me to return to the futon.
I prostrated myself in front of where I had been laying, there was a feeling that they were still there. I begged their forgiveness on my knees, repeatedly apologizing for refusing a gift so amazing I’m not even worthy to be offered it, asking them to understand my individuality concerns and then went back to trying to figure out the times.
EVERYTHING IS NOT OK
I felt panic a couple of times, the standard “oh shit I forgot bad trips can really happen!” panic. The realization that I was currently so mobile, as fucked up as I was, especially worried me. Maybe adrenaline? I like the “heavy and unmovable body” spice seems to give me, keeps me out of trouble. I gave my standard panic/psy mantra response - “everything is ok. Yes to all. Radical Acceptance. Etc.” Then I realized or thought, that the more I accept the moment, the more it brings me back to that terrifying thing/elves. It was like – “Everything is ok. But NOT THAT OK!!!!!!”
Lol. It was like I had to ride a fine healthy line of anxiety to keep me from either running out into traffic or relaxing back into the terror place. First time in years my specific goal was to not completely accept the moment as being ok. LOL.
I had a handle on riding the anxiety line, intentionally using figuring out contact of my friend to do so. I believe in about ten minutes I was confident that effects were starting to diminish, and felt safe to resolve to wait to contact friend until normal communication was possible, and then just to ask assistance grounding me over the phone.
MY REQUESTS FOR GUIDANCE/PERSPECTIVE
And this brings me to my main questions:
Do you think the terror-gift is likely annihilation and/or spice breakthrough and/or some version of the Godhead/ultimate reality/pure consciousness etc.?
Have you ever received a terrifying gift that was not along this line? I’d really appreciate detailed experiences if you have.
Have you ever yelled during vapor journeys? Or anything else attention-drawing? Do you think this is a reasonable concern, or just a manifestation my fear of annihilation?
Have you pissed off entities before? Did you run into them again? Were you able to “smooth things out?” Have you intentionally acted in ways you think allowed meeting specific entities again? I’m sincerely concerned that they will basically give up on me and I will not get another chance.
Accepting that gift, seeing that thing, feels very important to me, what are your thoughts on finding it again? This is the third time I’ve come across it. Do you think, “smoak moar!” will pretty much force me to accept that gift? Or perhaps the same gift in different forms? If it is annihilation and/or breakthrough, do you think smoking more may simply blast me all the way out there without having to first deal with this manifestation (those specific elves with the specific gift) getting there?
This was the first time I had the breath fear. I’ve read about it before. It was extremely frightening and unexpected for me. My experience was, recognizing something is wrong, and then realizing I’m constricting my breath on earth (not that I know that was actually happening). This is a serious concern for me. Have you experienced this? And how have you dealt with it? Is anyone aware of asphyxiation ever occurring? I have to feel safe with this aspect in order to go deeply again. I’m confused as to whether to pay attention to my breath, it’s always been such a significant part of my practices. And especially that it seems the entities rewarded me for paying attention to my breathing and scolded me for it. Though I think it was me saying good job to myself, and them giving me their ffS response.
thanks for sharing your time
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