Or Oversoul' s Journey continues.
Last time, if you remember, I had a problem with entity which I perceived as malicious. I kept wondering what that entity is and what it wants from me, so I decided best thing to do was to visit Hyperactive again, and find out.
Part 1:
Without further ado, I took approximately 50 mgs of this divine molecule and put it in the Machine. I started vaping and the vapor I inhaled at first was unusually harsh. I coughed very hard, and thought this will make me feel bad and ruin my experience. But I inhaled very much, and I already felt moderate effects. I had a sub breakthrough communication with someone asking me about intentions of traveling and telling me how altered states are precious gift, and should be approached with respect. After effects subdued, I was back to baseline.
But my intentions were strong. I wanted to travel. I wanted to find out.
So, I was gone three strong hits, and my room becomes unrecognizable. All at once, I'm in some kind of strip club. There are nude women in front of me, they had very beautiful body shape, and they were dancing. I watched that and I chuckled. It was funny, but it didn't turn me on, as they thought it would. It seemed they understood this, and this is where s**t hit the fan.
Everything exploded, strip club disappeared, and everything became a circus. Jesters started popping out of everywhere! It was god damn insane! I couldn't do anything but laugh. And I never laughed that much in my life! Is it possible that someone can be this crazy!? Wow, I thought to myself, what are you doing? All this was watched with immense joy and happiness! Sense of amusement and being entertained was giant!
These folks left in their caravan, like their tourney is going on. I saw them they left in carriages. Their act was finished and they have another one. Somewhere. They are professionals these strippers and jesters. They left me in tears. Not sad, but those happy kind tears.
And laughter which just couldn't stop.
Temporary insanity, which although passed will always somewhat be with me.
Part 2:
It was a beautiful evening more reminiscent of late March than February. I felt like filing my bathtub and enjoying a nice warm bath would be a perfect idea. Plus, thought came in my mind: how would it be to experience all this while in psychedelic state, that one sub breakthrough dose of DMT gives you? I knew there must be some of DMT left inside the mesh of my Machine, and thought that would be perfect for what I desire.
It was inconvenient to vape while in bathtub, so I sat down against it. I proceeded to take one hit, which gave me nothing except body high. I kept toking. Second toke, now this is more like it. Definite psychedelic properties are now obvious? But is there more inside I ask myself? I took few more tokes. Just how much is inside? Another toke, and it is over. I've passed over to another side.
Experience that I had was something which I couldn't even believe would happen. It just showed me how deluded I am, and how pathetic my "understanding" of world and myself is. I relived a few millennia old memory. I had a body of some native South American human of pre colonial times. Way much before invaders came and destroyed paradise. I was in a forest, sitting on a tree log or flat stone moss or lichen were all over it, and I was sitting on it and enjoying the jungle, the nature admiring its glory. It was only me. And the jungle. I enjoyed that bliss, until someone, of female gender came looking for me. I left the village to enjoy silence, I realized. What is more striking was reality of this scene. It was real. It happened. I'm gazing upon same vista as I did thousands of years ago. My body was so thin and fit, my skin was dark, I had long hair tied up in something similar to a bun. Good gods, this was my body, I remember it all too well. What a blast! How could I have forgotten all this? But now I know. Thank you, thank you so much, I'm so thankful for this what I was shown. Now I realize. I'm eternal. I keep going, I keep reliving finding myself in so many different scenarios, different societies worlds and cultures, but I persist. My uniqueness. We are all part of the whole, the one, but every of us is unique part. And silly concept of race? Wait, is there difference between Indian me and now Caucasian European me? No! Not even a single bit. I realized this before, but experiencing both bodies is a lesson like no other.
I came back, but look of my body was still somewhat Indian, and my mind was shattered in million pieces like it was made of glass, and it started slowly arranging itself back. Another veil lifted, another illusion smashed. It is official now, there is no return. My miserable self is gone, because it was beaten down by the very intensity of truth. Thousands of thoughts are racing through my head, my very essence just switched bodies, how am I going to process this very ground breaking experience and integrate it into my life? Wait, I don't need to accommodate experience to fit into my everyday life which is false anyway. I need to accommodate my life to match what was taught, ditch away old silly concepts and delusions because new horizons are now open to me. Shed this old skin like a snake, and keep forward. And I love how this totally unexpected journey became so important for me.
Finally, there is dawn. The darkness has passed. And the real adventure starts now.
Peace and love. <3
Oversoul.