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    #23761871 - 10/22/16 06:49 PM (7 years, 3 months ago)

As always, I prepared an orange juice mix and drank it in one go, three hours after lunch. I’d been working up to higher amounts over time and this was my first time taking 6 grams of dry cubensis. I sat down to meditate but couldn’t maintain a full session as an underlying restlessness took hold. I left the room and walked around the garden; I’m lucky to live in a place surrounded by nature. I sat down on the grass to meditate again with a half-eyed gaze towards a statue that dissolves egos. But today was different. Where before the ants climbed softly and mosquitoes drank sparingly; now they bit hard and engorged themselves. The ground was dry and the air thirsted for sustenance. Nature was rejecting me and I stood to look around. My home was a sickly yellow and the plants appeared to wilt and wretch. I returned to the meditation room and the air was thin and empty, the totem outside the window that on a previous trip had held such sacred life and creative energy seemed now as a harbinger of death - the world was ending and I was the last survivor; observer of its final breaths.

I left and went to the living room and picked up my guitar. For the longest time I couldn’t find the will to play a note. I tried to play a song but couldn’t get it right; my body felt slow, tired and decrepit. Interestingly I didn’t feel scared or sad, just solemn and encumbered - my previous experiences were full of life and creative flow but here I found myself in death’s domain. I went upstairs to my bedroom. Gazing out of the window the air was the same sickly yellow and the flowers and leaves heavy with decay. I laid down and let time pass over me - I had been looking outside myself for an answer but there was nowhere to go. I turned my gaze inwards until my breath slowed to a whisper. I was ready to let go but there was nowhere to turn; I looked out of the window again and pushed my life through it and into the space outside. The leaves shook and grew, then shrunk as it all passed back to me. Energy can’t die. I thought. There is no death, just different forms. Suddenly a bird appeared on the window ledge and tapped at its reflection. Taken by madness it would not stop, it was in such a stupor over the illusion in the glass that its entire being was consumed in attacking itself. I looked beyond where it was striking and noticed for the first time - a plug-in mosquito repellant. It couldn’t be. I unplugged it and the bird disappeared. In disbelief, I went downstairs again.

The air felt as though it had cleared a little but was still gasping for life. I realised it hadn’t rained in a long time, the pond was low and the plants were suffering. I snapped myself out of blind consumption and turned my intentions to nurture. I took a hose and found pleasure in watering the garden, I let out my first laugh of the day as I accidentally splashed the water on myself, and I left the hose to fill the pond. Something still felt wrong. I returned to the meditation room and saw at once - another repellant. Sucking power, spewing poison. I felt shame. I removed it and let the air clear through the windows. It occurred to me that my ego had created pure madness - it had made me wary of my true self to the point that I was attacking it and poisoning the very space in which all things are connected. In this state, I simply could not understand the logic of such folly. I returned outside to the garden, kneeling then prostrating myself before the statue, connecting with the earth. I felt drops of water on my back and looked up to a darkened sky. Could this really be happening?

As I stood in disbelief at the synchronicity of it all I felt a welling inside me. The garden was breathing with me, taking in the fresh air and waiting in suspense at the very edge of life and death. I looked inwards and let go, I felt the welling ebb and flow in my body - spots of rain hit and then retreated - it was as if something was holding the floodgates back. I felt the sudden urge to urinate and knew what had to be done. Still having the control not to let loose all over the fish, I made my way to the bathroom and as I fully relaxed I heard the rain slam against the roof outside. Returning outside I took time to appreciate the torrent - I stepped out into it and let it wash over me. I knelt down in gratitude to life and nature. Returning to the meditation room I stepped outside into the tiny alcove with the totem. Where before there was death, there was now an abundance of life. The rain was strong but again the ebb and flow ran through me, pushing and pulling as the sheets came down, on and off. It felt again like a door inside was yet to open. I took off my clothes, closed my eyes, and grasped the totem in my hands, bringing my face up to its own, connecting fully with the moment. The rain unleashed with such raw force, I was covered in life and stood there completely embraced in being. I felt true love: unattached yet wholly present. It still felt, as I looked inwards, that there was one more step to completely cross over the threshold, but it felt like now was not the time and that I wasn’t ready. I stepped back inside, closed the doors and walked through the garden of eden in absolute bliss.

Taking a towel to dry myself, I noticed my things had been drenched - I tried to focus on them but I couldn’t sort through them. I threw them all somewhere dry and unwound the ties to the storm blinds, it felt with each turn of the rope as if I was twisting all my forms back into separate entities, my mind tickled by the unraveling of the unseen connection. The lyrics of Citizen Erased came to mind - the truth unwinding, scraping away at my mind. As I unrolled the last blind and the patio was enclosed to the elements and the outside world I immediately thought This is my ego. I put on my human suit, the clothes feeling as if they were very much part of me, yet slowly understanding I was separating myself by wearing them. I played music and let it take me as I danced in absolute synergy with the notes and the spaces in between. I felt a connection between what I heard and didn’t hear. The music seemed to flow through me, and that extended to the objects and plants around me, as if I was attached to them by invisible threads - my dance tweaking them and bringing expression to something otherwise imperceptible. I noticed some of the garden creatures come closer. They were curious, watching the spectacle. As I moved towards them they skittered away. I realised they were parts of myself and I could feel them crawl around the inside of my mind as they disappeared, like errant thoughts returning to their right place.

I sorted through my wet belongings. That’s important. That not so much - the absurdity made me chuckle. I went upstairs to close the windows and mop up. As I did so I noticed a bird in the distance flying away beyond sight. I laughed. We think we’re so free, but here we are trapped in this prison of the mind. The very home I live in separates me from my true self. As soon as man stepped out of the wilderness and into shelter his mind grew to shape tools and build structures out of the place he used to call his home. But through this we became the conduit of being itself - our egos formed not to separate us but so that the universe could make some sense of itself. As the energy ebbs and flows through us we have the power to direct it, change it, nurture it or decay it. We are tools created to express the inexpressible, and our intentions - when channeled through true awareness - hold incredible power.

I went downstairs and raised the blinds. Darkness had fallen and the rain had stopped. As I lit candles I focussed on the flames; at once consuming and creating - light that only exists because of the darkness it springs from. And so it is with all forms in this sensational dance that we have the privilege to take part in. What is there to seek? It’s been here all along.


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Re: Nature's Miracle [Re: Riskbreaker]
    #23801873 - 11/04/16 09:19 PM (7 years, 2 months ago)

Everything was scary until you felt that you're one with nature. Cool report!


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