Man, re-learning to operate this keypad is hard work! I have to remember what the letters mean and how they combine with others to make cohesive ideas communicable. And yes, I am still tripping.
Today was like any other day, given the cyclical nature of organic life. I awoke from my slumbers, still holding onto fragments of significant dreams and clear, clean, lucid memories. I got up and embraced the rhythm of my habitual modality. I am currently part of the 99% and sadly, now unemployed. This does, however, create openings for other pursuits, so it's all good.
I was on the fence about imbibing mushrooms, so I let the idea gestate and proceeded with my morning coffee, some breathing exercises and meditation (followed by asanas and some stretching). After playing a couple of my favorite bamboo flutes for an hour or so, I decided it was time for some cappi tea. I drank it with a reverential attitude, mind you. I loaded some caapi leaves and stinky Vermont homegrown into a glass bowl. I proceeded to make ritual usage of the Sacrament. When I felt the buzz softening my perception of reality and expanding my mental boundaries, I embraced an old friend, Ms P. Cubensis. A very beautiful ally.
As with most of my trips into the mythic realms of psychedelia, it became a balance between keeping my center of awareness still & empty and getting lost in a myriad of endlessly morphing visuals. I became understandably infatuated by the colorful patterns and spiraling currents of pulsing energy. What a show!!! Yeah, I love the kaleidoscopic aspects of the dance with entheogens. Every time I return so such a fulcrum of ever-changing forms and fractal geometries... I am amazed anew, every single time.
As gloriously entrancing as they are, I always return to this place deep inside of myself... where I see the radiance of
The Clear Light of the Void. It starts as a blinding luminosity and as it gains full bloom, it washes away everything I think I am... and the some total of what I reason I have learned or know about existence. Today was no different and in many ways, it was quite typical of my shamanic journeys. What made it unique was the ease in which I melted into the web of the insubstantial.
I have come to believe that if we practice releasing our fixed mentality and predispositions, we get a feel for the possibilities of new understanding. Yeah, "practice makes perfect" or something like that? It helps to make the transition less painful but no one can really prepare for ego death, anyway. We can attune to a more centered and a quieter state of mind but... nothing can prepare us for being shattered by the force of Spirit.
No, this was something else altogether, it was definitely
the harmalas. An intuition or instinct was very strong in my core of being, my consciousness as witness to the input of sensory data. I had little resistance moving from one plane of thought, to the next plane of thought. The whole time, a loud ringing in my ears began to grow stronger and oscillate with an intensity I associate with DMT.
Behind and within the ringing/buzzing sound current, a lower pitched rumbling vibrated like a constantly morphing drone. The Sacred voice of the word OM (or AUM). It drew me further inwards, until the drone enveloped my very soul. This oscillating soundscape seemed to originate from somewhere at the top of my head, or was it beckoning to me from even further above my crown? It shook my mind like a rag-doll, as the borders and boundaries of my "normal" self had become thinner and still thinner membranes, when the distinctions between things began to collapse... to dissolve.
The roaring sonic vibration was everywhere and yet, seemed to be in union with the pulsations of
The Great White Light, which by now had begun to shine and radiate with even more luminosity. This brilliance expanded within my head until it washed away my ability to reason cohesively, leaving an all-knowing,
mind of light in it's place. This "mind" needed no thought-forms to define it's measureless depth of intelligence, for to glowed like a million suns!!! Such intelligence simply seems to know... without the participation of a human host. Like a vast reservoir of timeless universal wisdom.
Lines of shimmering energy shone with humming light-rays of radiating brilliance, issued out from a blindly-bright central point. Much like a Jacob's ladder piercing through the clouds. These exploding rays formed a vortex. It was like ascending a pyramid of high-energy, lines of vibrating light, one step at a time. When I had this thought, I could visualize it and see a distinct pyramidal form of energy, with a central stairway leading to the apex. Just like the Toltec pyramid at Chichen Itza.
I couldn't see anything towards the top, as it was obscured by blinding white light. A pulsing, living light which has rainbows of diamond-shaped colors within it's texture but is so blinding in appearance, I was unable to look at the light, without loosing what was left of myself as an observer. I felt washed away. I let go of my vantage point and the buzzing pyramid of light rays dissolved. And the great light grew even brighter... enveloping and absorbing my willing soul into it's immeasurable shimmering radiance.
Even the shift to NO MIND was as smooth as polished glass. I ceased identifying with being an observer to my perception of the ineffable light. The inner pilot, which is my earthy human ego, became undone and in the silence of said undoing, a force awakened within this being. A remembrance of always being this force became the closest thing to a thought that formed within myself. The funny thing about
"Cosmic Consciousness" is that it require no thought. Only unbending intent and a focal point of primal, raw awareness. In fact, now that I am recrystallizing as a thinking human being, I find it most hilarious to conceive of verbalizing even a fraction of what was imparted during the eclipsing.
How can one exist and not be self-conscious? Maybe it's one of the great mysteries but no matter how philosophical or intelligent one is capable of being, it pales in the face of infinity. There are no words in human speech which can capture this state of being.
What sequentially followed is what I have a penchant for calling a WHITEOUT EXPERIENCE. As my self became subtler and more washed away by the current of the universal energy, another consciousness seemed to be awakening! It was yearning for existence and ready to take the place of the ME that is my accustomed ego. Paradoxically, this makes no sense from this side of the looking glass. Yet, an awareness more enigmatic and ancient than I have words to describe was opening it eyes and looking at existence through what I had thought was my own awareness.
But it was not my awareness anymore... it was the awareness of the
One God, which was looking at itself, as myself. The awakening of the Omniself. Too hard to clearly get the idea across, as it sounds megalomaniacal when I put it into words. Doesn't it? Or does it? You know what I mean?
Whatever this awareness is... it seemingly implants a KNOWLEDGE in the perception of witnessing psychonaut (or ardent spiritual seeker), that it is truly the core awareness of all beings.
One Love. And it knows only itself, in ways which so differ from how we know ourselves, that no mortal language contains a way to successfully describe it. This Unified Field of Energy exudes a vibe of indivisibly and it is completely inconceivable, for one to encapsulate verbally, such a presence of spiritual being, void of any discernible form.
Only pre-peaking or post-peaking, can this be observed subjectively. During the very central axiom of the peak... that mysterious and illuminating state of being,
It is all that exists. Such a tremendous force creates a vacuum which devours oneself and silences all subjectivity. So too, all points of cognitive, personal reference.
Awareness, however, abides. It can only be seen from the point of view of the individual consciousness, upon returning from the eclipsing within
The Godhead. In deep revelation, there is a transcendental emergence, there is a singularity and all-pervasiveness sensed. This rushing epiphany makes it seem like it is the very
"I"... that omniscient I (eye am that eye am) existent within each and every particle in the vast multiverse. The singular eye looking out from within every soul, the very hub of all consciousnesses... which had glanced at me, as I glanced at it.
It looked at me, as I symbiotically looked at It, by me looking deeply within myself.
The Cosmic Mirror. I glanced at God, by looking within myself? Then who am I? Who are we all? Who is God? All is Godly, all is Divine, all is One. What then, is not inherently an expression of Divinity, when all is perceived as dance of The One?
I cannot even begin to speculate why psychedelics cause this shift in perception, as no explanations can recreate such profound awareness. I do thank the universe for gifting them to humanity. There is a KEY hidden within their respectful usage, which unlocks a doorway into the eternal landscape.
As I still fumble with this keyboard, and struggle through spell check, I wish I could more clearly convey what has happened today within my head, witnessed by my mind's eye. I can only imply and imitate the reality behind the force of said current, which swept me into the unknowable expanse of the light. A portal into
The Insubstantial Quintessence.
I just wanted to touch ground with you kind folks, as I feel you are my extended, psychedelic family. I kept returning to the idea that there was something vitally important for me to communicate with you guys, my people. A message eluded to within this tangle of words and attempted meaning. Or is it just a mirrored reflection of myself, echoing through the realm of duality at large? And what's the difference between you, I and the absolute? For all appearances are illusory and subject to a reality check.
A day in the life.
I guess I just want to say that I love and respect you all.
Namaste, I honor the light within you all.
There is no self to which I cling, for I am one with everything.