PRE-CONDITIONS(mind)Set: Eager yet collected.
(physical condition) Set: Stable.
Setting (location): Deep in a forest.
time of day: Mid Afternoon, sunny and clear, hot.
recent drug use: LSD, MDMA
last meal: Water and trail mix while hiking.
PARTICIPANTGender: F
body weight: 50kg
known sensitivities: Everything.
history of use: First time smoking.
BIOASSAYSubstance(s): nnDMT
Dose: .25g
Method of administration: Vaporized.
REPORTMy first journey into hyperspace proved to be the most profound, defining moment of my conscious existence. The initial DMT experience would happen months before I knew of the instruments designed to achieve such a state, but that is subject for another thread. My entire life seems to have prepared me for the notion of having been there before. Either way it was destined, I was assured, that there was an element of magic, growth, and healing surrounding this molecule.. The series of events that placed it in my hands is no less than testimony of fate.
So upon receiving my Divine Moment of Truth, I vowed to create the perfect environment to embark from. This led me to my cherished state park of Myakka, my Mecca. I hiked a familiar and especially sentimental route. Memorable spots along the trail, the landmarks- I pressed ahead several miles to reach my rightful destination. In hindsight this is now such a trivial matter but at the time it was understandably a means of sacred ritual. Pushing further into the wilderness, I ran into a couple, passing them and briefly greeting another- all it spoke to me was I must go deeper to achieve seclusion. Wondering if I would encounter anyone else in my quest to find an undisturbed space, what came to mind was someone in bird watching or naturalist gear, haunting the background of my psyche. Inclinatory of the possibility as to come across such a person, I hiked for a few more miles, running low on water and fuel, I stumbled upon Mossy Hammock, one of the few primitive camp sites in the park. Deciding the moment had arrived, I laid out a towel and made a pillow in the crook of an outstretched tree root, figuring it would be almost unheard of if someone showed up in this remote spot in the next quarter hour.. At least I wasn’t prepared for that possibility.
And so the terms were set, slowing my breathing and quieting my mind I entered the buzz of meditative state. I heated the potion and pulled a long, intended breath, exhaling with same control and poise. Repeating this over again, I hesitated as the effects crept in and I took a third hit in same manner. The forest slowly roared to life, in a monotone, sluggish hum. A swarm of buzzing insects and the chirping of birds overtook my mind. Large flying beetles even landed on me although as real as they felt their numbers could not of been probable.
In slow motion I melted into the tree I rest upon and became an extension of its trunk. Everything warped in alien distortion, and my eyelids drew over my vision like a curtain falling. There was a familiarity which eased into my senses and line of vision. A feeling of being reconstituted as a wisp of smoke building to a vortex in my gut rapidly gained substance and speed, spinning madly before its own force overtook it and was shot skyward, taking all of me with it. Everything got hot, I was vaguely aware of sweating profusely. My skull felt as if it were being contorted, jawbone was being warped out of shape. As if able to open my eyes from behind closed eyelids, I was soon looking up upon a council lining my forehead like the brim of a hat. An awkward bursting from between my eyebrows clarified the lights to shapes, and I was indeed eyelevel with formal contact. In an instant everything was clarified, validated and assured in a surge of information. There was a peace felt like no other, an almost all knowing satisfaction.
As if only enough was given that I could retain, the images began to get foggy, and fade with distance. I felt it was over too soon.. The cozy sense of belonging crept away subtly, and I experienced the sensation of descending towards my body like a leaf plucked from the branch of a tree. Once again I got that feeling and visual of the lone hiker. Upon returning and opening my eyes, there was certainly a woman approaching my site. A wave of panic flashed through me as I realized I was totally incapacitated, I looked around feigning alertness while casually smiling. The crashing of the forest floor underfoot was deafening and it felt like forever anticipating an arrival. I greeted the uncomfortable moment with a hello, and a older-middle aged woman stepped into view. As she beelined towards me, I shuddered as I was unable to even return the pipe to my pack, it rest next to me in plain sight. She spoke, “So this is Mossy Hammock, this is where I was hiking to.” It was truly a scenic and hospitable reststop, I especially demonstrated this in my glued-to-the-ground recline. Despite the odds of two women hiking by theirselves to such a remote place, a nauseous wave of dejavu sloshed over me again, although I was truly hindered and unprepared for this outcome. “It’s a great place to camp”, I meekly offered, still unmoving and if not talking would most likely appear dead. I closed my eyes after this desperately hoping to appear to be napping and that she would just go away. It wasn’t until she turned on her heal and marched off that I felt bad this person did not even pause for respite. The thought of even calling out and apologizing for my self consciousness came too little too late, and when I closed my eyes to look upon the heavens, it was too far to go back.
I sat up and looked around. The tree facing me had an eye ball gaping directly at me. Connecting to it through my third eye, an understanding was met. Lighting a cigarette, feeling slightly rattled a breeze tilted my head to locked gaze with a small anole lizard perched perfectly in line with vision. <Do not smoke> The voice was ancient and wise, an almost image formed on my forehead. <Why not> I reasoned but without missing a beat he responded <Because you know its bad>. Fair enough, I put it out. The bugs had retreated the lizard and tree were staring and it was time to leave. Getting up to shake my blanket the anole dashed away, reappearing on a closer root, madly bobbing its head up and down as if exaggeratingly nodding in approval. <Good day> I smiled and trekked again. Met at an intersection I panicked for half a second but had a predominant sense of direction. As if guided by ESP GPS, I was warmly reminded that all roads lead home. I’m pretty sure now they do.
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and at the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started,
and know the place for the first time'' - T.S.E