Methoxetamine -- It Was The Night Before Bicycle Day

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Methoxetamine -- It Was The Night Before Bicycle Day

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#18133856 - 04/19/13 04:56 AM (13 years, 4 months ago)

It was the might before Bicycle Day (april 19, the day Albert Hofmann took the first deliberate self experiment with LSD and made his famous bicycle trip home) that I embarked on a journey with Methoxetamine.

A grand total of 130mg was consumed over the afternoon and evening, as 10 + 30 + 20 + 20 + 20 + 30mg.

The reason was joyous: testing a new batch of MXE for potency and, as the experience suggested "to connect with this batch spritually".

The 10mg first dose gave ample intoxication, proving that purity % indeed was high in the 90s as alleged. After the first 60mg I entered very pleasantly a shallow hole, it was surprising and quite welcome.

Nothing like what happened on the last dose though, the ascent from 100mg to 130mg.

At that ascent I suddenly was gripped by a strong Hole, and this Hole, I felt, was DEEP.

I closed my eyes, the Hole wrapped itself around me. It consumed my flesh, or rather, further and further my awareness of my body fell away. I went so deep into it, there were times that felt like eternity, that I lost all track and knowledge of my earthly self. Not even my breathing registered at that time, I was up and away.

I grabbed food and drink, deciding to get some nutrition in for the journey ahead. My inner DJ spun the opening vocals of The Host of Seraphim all the way through that was to happen.

I went so deep.. Visuals and experience and thought merged to solid experience. Everything was alive, was Love, was experience, and I, body left behind and the memory of it forgotten was soaring through this realm as a bare soul. It felt like I had accessed a dimension underlying our own.

Body awareness returned, I grabbed my peanutbutter sandwich, closed my eyes and took a bite. I soared, I was transported to a field of waving wheat, and I knew, this was the wheat of the bread feeding me. I soared to a tropical field, cracked claylike soil, a field of peanut plants, and I knew: these were the peanuts of the peanut butter I was eating. This experience lasted an eternity, for it took place outside of time. A banana was next, I soared through the dimension to see a banana tree in the south american jungle, the one that had yielded the banana I was eating, the banana it had made from sun, soil, air and water, and which I was making part of the body housing my soul on the material plane.

I soared, and I was transported to a room where two young Chinese men in white lab coats were standing before a round bottom flask of maybe ten or twenty liters capacity, being heated on an electric heating mantle. They were discussing in Chinese the progress of the reaction, the final heating step of the last intermediate, the Schiff base rearrangement giving rise to the Methoxetamine of this very batch I was assaying. They academically disagreed on how long it had to go still before the reaction had ran into completion, while the Methoxetamine that I had made part of my body, that was showing me all these things, was being born.

It deepened. The banana tree, the wheat, the peanut plants, the Chinese chemists and the Methoxetamine, the planet, the sun, the universe itself, it was all ME, the God dancing its eternal dance as the One and Many.

I raised my arms in the air in an invoking gesture that was archetypal. The Dimension, that was ME, spoke. "This, in this life, is your birth as a Shaman, as was foretold." (in a Shroom trip 15 years ago) I felt something alive, something that was pure Love, being placed in my hands. I felt it in my hands too. It was made, it seemed, of living gold, was shaped like a red blood cell (dual dimpled rounded edge disc) and compared to my RL body about twoo foot in diameter. "Make it part of you and it shall be yours." I hugged it against my chest and it merged without resistance with my body, lighting my heart.

I whispered: "I am a Traveller. My path is Eternal. I travel between the worlds to bring Good from one to the other and from the other to the one. I am a Traveller and I ask: am I welcome here?" The Dimension embraced me and showed me that it was me, that all was me, the Living God that is all of us. I was welcome.

I travelled on until I slipped out of the Plus Four part of the Hole. I thought: "I should go on the Shroomery now that I'm halfway between the worlds to be a channel to any questions anyone might have!" I was infused with a knowledge: "It would not work out well, their realities are as strong as yours and sober reality resists the Other Side. Rather than bring unity, you would bring friction. People would think you were full of yourself, while all you would try to accomplish would be to be a channel between this side and the other."

I sat and slowly came back to earth a bit, and whispered: "To take a booster now would be ridiculous." I descended in my body further and went to bed.

In bed, for a moment, there was a sadness. I thought: "So, now I'm stuck to this pudding (my body) again." The insight came: "Tomorrow, you get to be *real name* again with all his limitations and troubles. *real name* has a path to wander too in this lifetime, and you'll walk it every step of the way. Isn't it wonderful?" I thought about it and indeed it was quite wonderful to me. My mood brightened and I drifted off to blissful sleep, where in my dreams no doubt I reconnected with this wonderful realm.

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