Auto-SummaryThis forum post shares the author's personal experience with hallucinogens, particularly LSD, after a year-long heavy use. The author recounts a music festival incident where they felt their life force drained and were taken to a "middle world" by a mysterious figure. They describe vivid experiences, including a tour of a new realm, meeting a tattooist, and interacting with "merry pranksters." The author reflects on the pursuit of knowledge and believes that hallucinogens can spark spiritual evolution, potentially leading to humans becoming creators themselves. They emphasize that the ultimate goal is to achieve balance and harmony, suggesting that the misuse of these substances could lead to negative consequences.
I'm typing this post a little over a month old. In awareness, that is...
I came into this world 23 years ago. I started messing around with hallucinogens at 16, and got fairly heavy into L somewhere along the way (also caught probation, which I'm still on, so specifics will now fade). I'd venture to say that I'm "experienced". I won't BS and pretend that I've made it to the level of family shit (in fact, I sadly no longer even have a source ; but there was a year straight of 25-40 hits consumed each week, usually all in a complete run beginning Friday morning, carrying through until Sunday.
I'm also a fairly bright individual, who was going through an excellent college education as this happened. I came from a strongly religious background, and always took my practice and faith seriously, although I've grown weary of institutions with age. The fact remains, I was a spiritual person, save for a few dark years of alcoholism, and had a tendency to turn the heads of the priests/leaders involved in my life.
There was this music festival, about a month ago. The very circumstances of how I decided to go to it are out of this world, and paradigm shifting, but I can't talk go into details about that. Should this post interest some, and should I be released from my probation as promised in the not too distant future, I will reply back with this story.
Anyways, the music festival is going pretty typical. The music ends for the night and I'm pretty well together. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't hop into a car and drive, or feel right talking to my mom, but I could most likely swing a conversation with my Dad without worrying about scaring him too much. I'm bubbly and ready for a long night of talking, and I'm walking to my car.
This much I know for certain: midstride, I felt as if all of the life force was suddenly sucked from me. I collapsed in the pitch black parking lot, hard, face first into the dirt. The second I hit the ground, however, several flashlights came on me from different directions. A group of three or four quickly approached, and instead of being concerned, they seemed to expect me in this state. One crouched down (oddly dressed), and flipped me over onto my back. I couldn't move a muscle. They started working on me like Emts, possibly removing my clothes. For some reason, I think they catheter-ed me. At this time, they may've given me another drug.
What I don't know is whether moments before my collapse, some person approached me in the parking lot and said, "hey- want a thumbprint?" I have vague memories of this, and me being like "Yeahhhh, sure" while thinking "This is obviously a sham". I don't know whether this went down, or whether it was something entered into my brain, talked about while I was about to enter my next state.
I quickly went unconscious, on the ground, with those lights on me and people around. But I didn't fade to black. No, not at all.
I was still on the festival grounds, except there were far less people around. And I knew, I wasn't in my body, although for all intensive purposes I did have an identical vessel, and seemed limited by things you'd associate with bodies (you'll see the nausea later).
I'm going to be painstakingly vague hear because I had some kava root tea tonight and even thinking about these things is exhausting. At the risk of sounding like a screwball I'll just tell you outright:
I had some ventures in the middle world. I saw the line of eternity. I crossed over it, knowing that this meant I'd die. On the other side, all of the sensations were so vibrant that I couldn't take it, and became dizzy. I collapsed, unable to tell up from down. A jogger suddenly appeared and she knelt beside me. She helped me up and gave me a tour of this new realm. She brought me to a suicidal tattooist (possibly a symbol for Hunter S Thompson; he's associated with tatoos in my mind). This man gave me a ride on a golf cart (a lame red shark?!) and took me to the bigwig himself, who's presence alone felt like the warmest hug. Me and the bigman talked about some things, then I was turned over to the merry pranksters, and the bunch of us had a riot. Hysterical laughing all around.
What I learned is this; the pursuit of knowledge is a terrible waste of the human body. We know everything. Its already somewhere locked within your soul. You never learn anything, you remember. I'm not saying that you shouldn't read books; I'm saying that under no circumstances should you prioritize the acquisition of knowledge over finding love, in whatever form love comes, whether it be friendship or romantic or adoption of a child.
Everything has spirits. Just as there is a mother ayahuasca that talks to people while loaded on the substance, the right batches of LSD have their own spirits, and they care about the human race, as well as the well being of the Earth (although they are argueably less attached to the Earth than the spirits of substances that grow as plants. I've read of encounters with mother ayahuasca and she seems to push the "save the earth" mission far more than the LSD spirit did. While spreading this message, the LSD spirit seemed to REALLY push the message that LSD is the next step in human evolution; that it has already severely altered my DNA in a positive way through the use of epigenetics, and that it's also a lithmus test in some way or worthiness. LSD isn't fair, it isn't an "every person has their place" sort of spirit. It's very much natural selection. Some people lose their minds from taking just a single dose, even if only temporarily. I don't know why, but there's something about these people that ensures they won't be able to evolve as far as those that can take a quarter ring off of a crystal and smile/write a novel.
It's my belief that LSD is a vital tool in awakening the spirituality in those who are spiritually deprived. I can only wonder what happens when you give it to indigenous people who are already shamans, or at least live in shamanic communities.
But LSD aside, humans have enormous potential as a species. We have bodies... that's what differentiates us from the creator. The creator is all knowing. The creator can do some wild shit. But the creator is all spirit.
My experience led me to believe that the use of hallucinogens can spark the next spirtitual evolution. Somewhere along the way the use of them may become obsolete; we will all be able to access the spirit world because of our evolved states, and while not quite the same as watching a wall melt, we will be able to do some pretty wild things.
The ultimate point? We will eventually become creators ourselves. The physicality of the person will lock them into an archetype, something that all spirit creator wasn't locked into. The perfect synergy between spirit evolved body may mean that the final race of humans are immortal. Each human will go on to create their universe, only being able to create subversions of their archetype. A universe inhabited by life of only one common archetype would probably get along much better than our current world (Less war, more camaraderie, ect.) What's the result of this? More positive energy.
Could the negative energy really keep up? Or will balance be an obsolete concept? Has the creator set in motion a plan which could possibly erase the darkness that seemed the exist from his very dawn? Are we like an immune system, able to possibly heal our creator? To purge the darkness?
And if so, does the possibility of wiping each other out with nukes, of using all of the Earth's resources without a backup plan (space colony) mean we also carry the capability of falling prey to an autoimmune disorder?
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