The Hunter

So I needed to write this particular trip report because I was fully expecting this to go bad, but it ended up being one of the most interesting and exhilarating trips I’ve had.

Let’s start off with the build up. On this day I was just having a hard one. My allergies were flaring up so I was on a higher dose of my meds than usual. I tripped earlier that day and hurt my knee, and I felt a massive headache coming on.

I decided to say “fuck it” and took some of my blue (mushroom) honey that I had mixed up for headaches/migraines. I took more than normal because the honey had been in a warmer place for a while now, and I was thinking it probably lost its potency… it did, but not to the amount that I was expecting.

I figured this out about 10 minutes after when I started to feel a bit high, I thought “Oh, well now I’m under the influence of mushrooms, in a sour mood, with a bruised knee.”

My solution for this was to smoke my high CBD weed mix for anxiety and pain, and also took a Prednisone I had left from the last time I hurt myself.

This actually all worked pretty well, I ended up in a sort of limbo-high, with no one of the substances really doing anything, leaving me sort of feeling a buzz, I went for a walk, came back, drove to the store down the road from me, came back.

I started feeling adventurous, and feeling safe with what all was in my system, knowing my allergy medicine was on the tail end, I grabbed my DMT pen.

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I’ve been doing a lot of DMT lately and going to some pretty high places. I get auditory entities at very low doses and they talk to me about pretty deep concepts.

This time was different, I grabbed a chair, sat down in my back yard under the tree, I took a good pull and noticed that I was a lot more influenced by it than normal.

Then the exaggeration happened, the grass that was maybe only a couple inches tall was suddenly enough for me to stalk through, I was no longer sitting, I was close to the ground, I felt the new entity there, but he didn’t say anything, just felt, just was.

I realized that what was happening this time around was the opposite of normal experiences. I wasn’t ascending, I was regressing, way way waaaay back. Suddenly I was a beast, I wanted to stalk through the grass, I wanted to run, I wanted to run from this entity that I will now call The Hunter, not because I was afraid but because I was excited.

I kept feeling it’s thoughts; hunt, chase, run, attack, hunt. I couldn’t tell if it was saying what it was going to do, or telling ME what to do.

Seeing the tall grass shift into mosaic patterns, I swear I could hear primal drums and rattles in my head and chest.

I would come out of this trance for maybe a moment here and there to find that I had already hit the pen again, as if I was possessed by some other force that wasn’t going to let go until something happened.

I embraced it, I thought about what it would be like to chase something through the woods, to stalk a deer or other prey animal.

I was suddenly aware of every bit of my muscle mass, my grip strength, my spatial awareness, my sense of smell, my hearing.

And things shifted, The Hunter was there, I was there, a beast, but The Hunter. The Hunter is the beast, the beast is The Hunter, I was beast and The Hunter.

And I came back to myself, gnawing on my thumbnail, drooling, breathing heavy, sitting in the chair and I just felt absolute exhilaration.

The beast was my lower self and The Hunter was my higher self, united in the hunt, the chase, the battle.

The trip faded and I leaned back in the chair, released from the experience, exhausted, satisfied. Looking up into the tree all I. Would think was: Woah…