Fear and bliss in eternity, by Dante
It was the second year after Joe rediscovered psychedelics. He had experimented with lower to medium doses of shrooms, but this autumn he was going all in, the McKenna way. Ego death is the goal.
So, the night was there, the mushrooms picked and dried.
Terence famously preaches 5 grams, alone, in silent darkness.
Joe was a cautious person, so he modified the dose a bit. The Liberty Caps in Norway are known to be quite a bit more potent than Terence`s Cubensis, he was on the light side (69 kg) and had a low tolerance.
So, the heroic dose was calculated to be 3 grams in lemon tek. The rest of the setting was perfect. Total darkness, in his bed, and his wife in the living room. Well rested and a day of fasting.
It hits incredibly fast.
The come up is quite chaotic, like a roller coaster of crazy visuals, impossible to grasp anything from. He lies in bed and holds on, brazing himself.
At a point a very strange world emerges. Its is very hard to describe but its something like; Super brilliant colors in incredible high def, with geometric shapes and patterns changing around in a way so perfect and coordinated, he is totally baffled. A show off of geometric clockwork, made with a perfection that is beyond comprehension. Like a mathematical engine room of the universe.
Its size, or distance is impossible to point out, and it somehow doesn`t matter. It could be a parallel universe, inside an atom or a hidden space in his head, but still all-encompassing.
Together with this, a kind of ambient, very alien and quite scary music lays in the background. At a point creatures starts to appear. Very strange and alien looking. Some humanoid, and some insect-like. And their attitude is quite unwelcoming, like they are guardians of this realm, and would rather like he was not there.
Joe finds it all extremely weird and quite disturbing, and when one of the insectoids moves towards him in a threatening matter, he tries to open his eyes and get up, to try to change the scenery. He stumbles in to the toilet and splashes water in his face and goes back to bed.
But, the shrooms are still coming up, and his attempts to take control are useless. And in a moment of fear, he surrenders.
Suddenly he is gone. Every fragment of himself is gone. No visuals. Just an eternal sensation. A sensation of the soul, his true self. The self he has always been, and always will be. He is in total control and without control, he is nothing and everything, simultaneously. He is outside time and space.
He just exist, like an eternal light, drifting in eternity.
Merging in to other personalities.
Rushes of revelations.
How long this moment lasted in real-time is impossible to know.
When he gets back to himself, he just lays there, upside down in bed, tears running down his face, with an extreme feeling of bliss.
The comedown is very nice. Giggling, crying and feeling very satisfied, though left with a new respect for the power of the mushrooms.
Joe have not mustered the courage to go back there yet, but have had several sessions of a more moderate character after. The strange thing is, he gets back in to that geometric universe every time. Even on low-end doses, then off course in a lesser, more manageable degree. But every time he has been able to enjoy and cope with it better and better, and the creatures seems to take less notice of him.
Dante
Edited by Dante80 (05/06/15 06:15 AM)
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