This was an experience from a little over a week ago, I'm still working on assimilating the lessons into my life and thought now would be a good time to get it on paper.
I ingested the 40 grams over about 40 minutes to stifle the onset of nausea (not that it helped at all) and sat around for the effects to come on. I made a playlist beforehand of things like Radiohead, MGMT, Grizzly Bear, George Harrison, etc., you get the idea. I started the trip focusing on that and saw plenty of intricate geometric CEV lightshows. After a little while I opted to shift from the music to whatever I felt compelled to do around my room. It started to get quite interesting after that. To start off, I saw a bunch of the 3-dimensional shapes that comprise the cohesive image you see from day to day, it was like seeing spacetime itself, or at least finally being able to recognize it for what it was. It was very much like looking at things in 3.5-D. It had a feeling of "I can see the lines that have been stringing me along all my life".
Next, all along the textures of my wall I could see what I percieved as Egyptian worship ceremonies which have been a recurring image in my trips and seems to be a common experience in general. This got me interested in researching deep-rooted symbology like what Jung had written about it and, corny as it may sound, that put me on the path to finally "waking up". Breaking through to a world where I truly appreciate the strange phenemenon of language and the sense of wonder that lies in pure experience beyond the scope of words. I've been hugely opened up in terms of religion and am now seeing that feeling called God projected through everything, especially certain movies that I used to somewhat hollowly declare my favorites. I now truly recognize how all structured religions throughout history are just different expressions of symbols to capture that divine feeling that fall short or are corrupted in their interpretation.
I made a decision to stare into the mirror whenever I indulge since it helps with the ego death part, but this time it was a whole new level of dissociation. I had those common visions of aging, my eyes drifting together as one on my forehead, and my face being stretched like an elastic canvas across the reflection, but then I realized just how much I unconsciously avoid making eye contact with myself in day to day life and so I focused in on my pupils. Contact was very hard to maintain, like something in me didn't want to know what was inside there, but the longer I stared the more I saw. VIsually I wouldn't know how to describe it, though there was a distinct image in the pupil of the back of someone's leg walking away from me) I'll just say I saw "infinity".
Last but not least was my own personal "contact" story, I use quotations because it wasn't really contact in that sense. At the peak I began to hear a very generic, sort of metallic alien voice similar to what's used in media all the time. I didn't think of it as "aliens" in the traditional sense but what it felt like was tuning into my subconscious and drawing this sound that I associated with extraterrestrials from somewhere deep. Make of that what you will, most similar experiences don't really get much exploration beyond calling them auditory hallucination but I think it's an interesting idea to play around with.
All in all, after this particular trip I finally feel what I've wanted to my whole life and I'm appreciating and strongly identifying with Buddhist and taoist ideas and plan to incorporate them into my life. Frankly, I'm happier than I think I've ever been and I feel grateful. TLDR; Good trip, bruh
Edited by ShimmyConga (09/02/15 04:23 PM)
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