Had another glorious Chernobyl of the mind last night, but no
radioactive fallout (: (maybe it was fusion?). I took about 4.5 dried
grams i'd say and they came on in about 15 minutes flat. My mind started
to unfold lizardine geometries out into the room, i looked at the clock,
saw how little time had passed and thought, "Oh Holy Jesus, here we
go... Mr. Toad's wild ride."
I always enter these entity infested spaces when i'm on mushrooms
and then when i'm through tend to down play how many of the little
buggers there were. There were LOTS of the little buggers, folks. Got a
little rattled at the half hour mark as shroomalia encroached from every
direction, let out the jib a bit, and my sails opened up just fine for
clear sailing the rest of the way. At fourty five minutes or so i felt
DMT overlaying its template onto the trip and insinuating its iconography
into every little took and cranny. Oh no, i thought - i don't know if i'm
up for three+ hours of that. it didn't stay however, pheww. the next hour
was mushroom giggles and me (sometimes out loud) joking back and forth
with all the tykes and antipodes. They were not strictly what i understand
to be McKenna's DMT elves, but they were of the same ilk - one a big
loping saurian lepidoptera, slow moving and aqeous, all
self-transforming, all of such biological precision that they entertained
images of the machine. I kid with these creatures as i do with old
friends, children and monkeys . . . we have a good repoire. They'll give
me a weird gift and i'll say, "what is that ever for?" and they'll giggle
and it will explode and i'll retort "very funny!!!" and mop up the goo.
At one point they all started rushing up to me and 'shhh-ing', insisting
that i be quiet (i'm going why? what? what is it?) and them seeming to
rush off down through the floor of my upstairs room to the area in space
below me where i know the front door to be. At that moment my housemate
came home with her parents in tow and they opened the door and came in.
"AHA!!!" i thought, and had the sense that they were like litle munchkins
running down to see the other humans come in like children with presents
on christmas morn. When they came back up through the shroom cosmos where
i could see them again they were all laughing and giggling in a very
self-satisfied, I-told-you-so kind of way. "Oh yeah?" i said, "You think
you're all so smart, huh? Then tell me, what is behind me?" (One of my
little pet theories is that you'd see A LOT if you could see directly back
behind yourself into your mind. We easily forget that we only see half
the world). At this, they all started moving toward whatever is there and
ckecking in with me as though to ask, "over here?" So I said, "Yup. BAck
there. You go and find out and come tell me." They never did tell me,
unless the cascade of hallucina-vistas that overtook me at that moment
were their answer - this is when the non-euclidean curvilinear amorphous
geometries took hold, drawn with a zillion lines spun into a
rapidograph-style web of the most beautiful ecstatic colors i ever did
see. I don't think this was their answer though. I think they were trying
to distract me with beauty, but who knows? This is also when I got
electrocuted by the puckered white-noise zaps that always zing me on
shrooms. Tried resonating to them with my voice but felt off and silly. Got
zapped a bunch of times. It hurt. I felt like I was a neuron and I was
having electrical impulses surge through me. Very weird. To chill out I
scrambled over my tripping self to find "The Genius of Ravi Shankar" and
was spun out into these amazing symphonies of sound and grace. I can't
think of better music to shroom to, anyone else tried this? Eventually
came down and danced for quite a while in open-hearted joy. So good for
me, so healing. Very playful and affirming. Felt like a "go-ahead" from
the universe. Ahhhh....
Oh, yeah, there was also this fractal octopus chrysanthemum creature that
googled and baubled as it undulated into sight. I exclaimed, "What the
heck is that thing?!?" in spite of myself. (:
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