Well, once again, on a SHE day, I blasted further than I could have imagined.
We were in the woods, after what seemed like forever walking through fields and climbing around, checking out mushrooms (millions of them! not a single one psychoactive
). Finally arriving at our destination, down a small valley full of dead tree matter, we start building fire. Success, then I put on some tunes in my dock, we glug a little whiskey and have a bit of banter.
The hour approaches...
In our bag of treats there is the molecule. I measure out an unknown dose (kind of a big one, don't do this, I'm silly) and sit back against the 'nerve tree' (tree almost designed to my form, looking up it looks exactly like brain cells and nerves). I remember inhaling vapor, I remember only slightly feeling it. I remember getting more enthusiastic with my flame, and tasteless vapors filling me. Then I remember how the fire changed. Rain was dropping down and I didn't even care, the fire was becoming distant, faded, as pinpoints of a kaleidoscope projected from its center, across the soil, across the leaves.
Smoalk moar.
So I did. This is how I became not one object, but the environment around me. I was the ground, I was the trees, and most incredibly, I was the rain. I was every drop raining down. I was unaware of temperature, wet or dry, or any kind of solidity. I never thought such a thing was possible, I thought it would only annoy me. But it was beautiful.
Then the next level down to source. Breakthrough to a place completely absent from memory. The single point, aware of only itself (everything). When I came back, I was still very much under the influence, my friend was the only constant, an unchangeable facet of reality, nothing else made any sense. I think this grounded me somewhat. Then I looked back into the fire. It was melting. The wood was shriveling, dripping, twisting, white liquid embers melting and dripping in geometrical patterns. I rested my head on my arm and looked down between my legs to the ground, at the glare created by the flame. I closed my eyes again and I saw tiers of some sort of structure stacked upon one another, the whole thing wreathed in flame. Somehow, I fancied I was inside someone else for a while, and this person was near me, giving off a 'see, told ya!' sort of vibe, but without words.
I vaped some more later as well. I thought nothing was happening until it gripped me (NOW I have you!) and saw the nerves of the canopy all merged together, I thought maybe I could hear music, which my friend also reported. Neither of us had any music on, the dock battery was dead and my ipod was turned off. My friends earphones had fell out. Yet we both heard music. I came out laughing about how I was tricked into thinking it wasn't working. DMT has a sense of humor.
Oddest thing is I didn't meet any entities. Normally I always do. This experience was still worth it. I'll never forget becoming fire and water, earth and air, all at once. 'I was rain' is something I can now say with confidence. And that just rocks.
Thank you SHE, thank you ME (with or without ego), thank you TREES (nerves/neurons/veins), thank you DMT.
Thanks for reading
EDIT* what's with this sideways image stuff lately ? Bleh.
EDIT 2 * I just found out the name of the song playing when I first vaped is called 'Sweet As Rain' by Pan Electric. Typical syncage right there
(Beautiful song btw).
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