Well, since we've had a less-than-average April as far as temperature and a more-than-average month as far as rain goes, the weather is just now becoming conducive to what I prefer for DMT traveling.
It's been quite a while, perhaps 9 months? Perhaps more; it seems like a year, but I don't think it's been quite that long...
The weather has to be just right (I simply don't do psychedelics indoors) and my headspace has be just right and it needs to feel like an evening that will offer up no surprises nor emergencies. I can usually divine this as manifesting IF the weather and my headspace match up in harmonic resonance.
With all those stars aligned correctly, it is time to get out my "sacred tripping chair", a really cool, ergonomic type of chaise lounge for the outdoors that is called an "anti-gravity chair". It allows me to sit up in a comfortable position for pre-flight ritual and smoalkage and then to easily recline into the perfect star (or tall tree) gazing position with very little effort. In my not-so-humble opinion, it is the best DMT tripping chair available on the market today.
Ok, so I get my chair out...Now to choose "the right" place to put it...
Has the sunset gone yet? Is it beautiful? Perhaps the West side of the barn if that's the case...
Is it a full moon or close enough to it that I'll have plenty of light? Perhaps I'll orient my tripping setup to face the moon.
The olive trees that make up the olive grove that we reside in are always a beautiful, protective presence when I undertake hyperspatial travel...Most often they welcome me back from hyperspace with a shifting motion that says, "...welcome back to consensus reality oh ye ancient traveler of worlds between worlds between worlds...we have your back oh fellow being, there is no need to fear for anything..."
Perhaps below the gargantuan Valley Oak? The massiveness of that tree is awe-inspiring in and of itself... It's got to be at least 100 years old...The only problem there are the ants. There's always a lot of ants on oaks, especially during the perfect DMT-traveling weather. Ok. Maybe far enough away that I can appreciate the oak without getting ants all over me....
Once the chair is set in its desired place for the event, then it's time to retrieve a little table to put next to it to hold my smudge or incense, my tobacco and papers (usually I've got a few rolled & ready to go for pre & post grounding rituals), the lighter, the sacred pipe only used for DMT loaded & ready to go; a candle or two or three, depending upon what's available, what I feel like and how dark it actually is outside...A music source for some good, trippy, ambient music for blast off, inter-atmospheric travel and landing (once in hyperspace I usually end up not being able to hear the music, though not all the time).
Lastly, one good high-hopped ale or, if I don't particularly feel like a little bit of alcohol, a strong ginger brew...One of these two choices for pre & post flight sips keep my tummy groovy, neither has ever failed me on that front...It just needs to be carbonated and stomach-settling for me, that is key.
A meditation time with a few puffs of tobacco gets me prepared. The length of this meditation depends upon the strength of my pre-flight jitters...I might be very collected & calm and so the meditation time will be relatively short (say, 1-2 minutes)...If the pre-flight jitters are strong, my meditation time before blast off might be up to a full half hour. I always play it by how the whole situation feels to me. Over the years I have observed that the higher amount of physical labor I did during the day, the less anxiety I have all around.
I pray to the Universe, Father Creator, Mother Nature, the trees, the butterflies, the hummingbirds, etc. "May I stay calm & detached in the face of Heaven or Hell, temptation or revulsion, highs or lows, mountains or valleys..."
Then it's blast off time...
Freedom's so hard
When we are all bound by laws
Etched in the scheme of nature's own hand
Unseen by all those who fail
In their pursuit of fate