Hello all. Thanks for making and building and sharing this site. It is a treasure trove for the would be traveler. I believe an introduction is due. I'll try not to make a life-story of it.
I am Lavos. A late 20s alien male with a full bag of psychic drama. Manic depressive, Narcissistic, slightly autistic, suffice to say a little strange and more. I grew up in the suburbs on diets of video games and creek exploring. I smoked herb daily from 16 to now, with small short exceptions. Tried to find the cid but never did. At 22 I began to realize an artists/shamans complex within. At least that's how I choose to relate to my insanity and the difficulty in coping with society. I have a gift and a curse, and if I cannot find the right application for it, I will suffer indescribably. I have never worked longer than 100 days at one place (and that was only one) and do not build lasting relationships with friends. I thought then at 22 that I would place myself on my proper path. This did not go smoothly, as I was not facing all of my fears, and was still leaning on people left and right. I knew I liked drugs, but couldn't get them often. I considered growing mushrooms but already grew herb, and was worried about implicating myself further.
By now I had done a weak dose of peyote. A low dose of salvia 5x. And a low 2.2g of mushrooms. I knew I wanted to experience the unknown. I knew I thrived on what was strange or weird. Or so I thought. My inability to deal with my issues left me leaning more and more on the familiar and comfortable. Cocaine, alcohol, speed and weed were my mainstays, even though I only gained little with them, I felt alleviation from my normal over conscious self.
My first ayahuasca brew, some 6-8 months later failed. It just didn't work. Somehow, I wasn't ready. I lost interest in the stuff. Lost interest in the idea of growing my own mushrooms, and just thought that if I could harvest the right amount of weed I could start properly taking care of myself. Give my girl some money, and do my own thing. I was very very wrong.
The weed refused to proliferate as I desired. I was always left with just enough to barely keep things going. My days were empty and sad, awaiting someone to come home and alleviate me. A few months ago, after passing on a social opportunity, I decided it was time to leave my girl. I felt a rush of relief as I knew it was time to tell her. I had wanted to leave every damn summer for 5 years, it was about time. This did not go so well as I did not go far enough. I had no work, stayed with a friend, looked for some work. Actually got hired at a great place, though not necessarily my line of stuff, and never even showed up. By now my girl was coming over every few days, and my roomie was annoying the fuck out of me with redundant TV. I wanted to get away, but couldn't find the strength to just go (was already walking 2-5 hours/day and invigorating my body with 'shamanic' stretching. I was still though, for lack of something better, acting like a pussy.
Regardless, during that time I re-worked through a brother/sister forum. I learned some extractions that might be beneficial to me, they sure sounded good anyway. I then found my way over here. I found what seemed like something I could do.
Before going further I decided it was time for more salvia. My second trip was very pleasant but I thought the stuff was just too costly for what it provided. I was broke always, $20 goes a lot further with speed than salvia. I took the salvia, 15x. I buckled down and blew my fucking brains right out that night. Complete and absolute breakthrough, not just an experience. Full on open eye visuals, ego death, the works. This I was not able to let go of. Thinking I was dead I resisted both the real world and the unconscious world. I had smoked 2 quick bowls of mixed herbs beforehand. I'm not sure if this potentiated my experience or not, but I was high for 20+ minutes, not 5 or 10. It was the most traumatic experience of my life. It was also perhaps the first healing experience for my psyche. I knew from then on, that I LIKED being alive.
Since then, I've successfully drank ayahuasca twice, and smoked 3 light doses of DMT. Unfortunately the instant and complete disruption of reality under salvia has had me quite nervous to just rip into the deep end. I want to be able to accept it. I feel like with the salvia, had I accepted the state it put me into, and allowed myself to see, I would have seen 'more'. But as I felt like me and everyone I knew were my eye lashes, closed and gone in normal reality, I was completely un-nerved by ideas of what I might wake to. I've also moved away from said friend into a not much better situation, and remain completely on the fence as to weather or not I should head West toward other family, stay here, or just go to the damn mountains with a bag of nuts and fishing nets and you get the picture.
I write here to share my love for the profound and inexplicable. Even though I feel the letting go and tossing aside other opinions should be a larger focus for me at the moment, I feel that as troubled as I am that I might be able to share and document my journeys for the sake of others.
I know that soon the right 'just do it' attitude will hit, when the setting is proper. I have been getting into spirit animals, and the gecko and the butterfly have shown as of late. Letting go and transformation. Extra-sensory perception. Metamorphosis, no matter how radical, is just another dance to the rhythm of life. I seek my soul. I seek to never let fear run me off from shores on the horizon. I seek new worlds here. With fellow conquerors.
Good day.
My ego is insane, but I'm alright
The path of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. -William Blake
Lavos is a fictional character, a dream inside a dream. Don't take what he says to be true or representational of reality in any known form. He is inspired by pure fantasy.