Sept 13 2014
My first experience with Changa goes as thus;
I made this blend in the late spring 1part harmala extract one part ACRB extract, one part herbal blend of blue lotus, passionflower and damiana. These 3 are allies of mine already.
I have been afraid to venture, waiting until I had the right set and means (i chose the spill-proof pocket bubbler) and did not want to be alone. I asked my wife to sit with me. I smoke 70mg slowly.
The first level was a maze of patterns much like entry level doses of freebase but far more organic and slow to set in. Upon the second pipe I allowed entry the flirty fairy space after being shown some ugly imagery that I chose to not look away from almost as a test. I saw a fairy with my daughters face, it blew me a kiss and sparkled off with her little guardians floating n her wake nodding to me to let me know they are there. There were entities displaying hieroglyphs and my thought was do not focus on the pretty lights because there is something hidden and this is a distraction. my mouth was open and the dryness brought me out of it.
I kissed my wife and sent her to bed I decided to go for the second measured dose in half stages of 85mg apiece.
After a brief meditation I hit half of it and slowly. with closed eyes I was seeing a brick wall breaking under the power of men who seemed very angry as they hammered. Something that looked like images of the devil pushed through the bricks and assumed the faces of men. As the wall fell away and I was in a demonic evil looking space. A hall of tortured and angry souls trapped in the walls of the hall. Growling hissing and I thought to my self and said aloud "Jesus has power over you and you cannot touch me" after a time and the visions dissipated in the waked of reddish light and heat. Undeterred I packed the rest of the dose into the pipe. It seemed as if I was having a misfire so I applied the flame deeper and to my surprise three slow lung-fulls of vaporized Changa were inhaled.
I was enveloped in what all I can refer to as lumpy space for lack of a better picture. Silver metallic walls and puffy pink cushions enveloping me. I felt contained but instead of frustration I felt as if something was trying to protect me. As I focused on that presence the walls dropped and I was enveloped in what I can only described as patterned fairy wings I could dimly see her beautiful form backlit behind her vail of patterns still containing me. It was radiant and beautiful but I knew in my heart that it was protecting me from seeing something. So I asked "please show me what is hidden" and the veils dropped.
I was in the presence of something so horrific words fail to describe. An entity eating the suffering and killing hate and fear of war. Its form contained many demonic heads, crushing men women and children and absorbing their fear grief and hatred covered in skulls with horrid fangs. Tanks guns and weapons of war morphed and were enveloped by its being. Tentacled arms reaching pulling and grabbing all in its' wake, it's sheiled tentacles were coated in many colors, like the flags and symbols of many nations.
My shock and fear gave way oddly to sorrow and compassion for this being that it could suffer and hate so much, existing in this way for an eternity. I prayed that this being be illuminated by the light of love and it shrieked and shrank the more I prayed for it. Its tentacles giving off electricity as its hideous skulls and war machines shrank into its core. As I came back to this space I wept and wept thinking of the horrors of war and the entities that feast upon the energy of pure hate and fear. We have the power to overcome them if only on a personal level. I see them as they are, very hungry, in pain and feasting on the hearts of humankind to satiate an appetite that has no end but love.
Marijuana, LSD, psilocybin, and DMT they all changed the way I see
But love's the only thing that ever saved my life - Sturgill Simpson "Turtles all the Way Down"
Why am I here?