I came into a new batch of cambos that I heard were good, but a window of free time had not opened for several months. Finally the opportunity came for a wake and bake as I would have the house to myself. I did a ceremonial sage of the surroundings and myself to protect against any malicious entities along the line of Adrians River (see youtube). I did the first tea extraction of 5 g with a bag of yogi tea for taste, and set out on my morning walk with the dogs. About ¾ of the way through things started to get weird, but fortunately we had no encounters.
Upon return I drank the second extraction and resisted the urge to play Shpongle yet another time in favor of Paradiso & Rasamayi, a duo of didg and crystal bowls with a bit of angelic singing thrown in the mix. It became apparent very quickly that this was an exceptionally clean, crisp, and brilliant batch. Cambos have a reputation that is well deserved. My hat is off to the genetics of that particular batch. The visuals picked up rather quickly to a most impressive stage, and at one point there was a pinpoint of light behind the patterns that I can only describe as a spirit. I realized this week that people throw the word spiritual around a lot without knowing what it really means. It means spirits. Those things that lie behind the veil that sometimes you can see and sometimes you can't. It came in close and I pondered the idea of merging with it, but I'm not sure that is what it wanted. Perhaps it just wanted to say hello. In any case it was accompanied by the most beautiful surroundings, way beyond what I could imagine, and hopeless for my clumsy paws to try and bring back. This was something distinct from the consciousness of the mushroom, which was ever present as well.
Each ringing of the crystal bowls was like a portal to another, specific dimension. Like they were deliberately tuned that way. (I'm pretty sure they are) I then went outside and sat with the music of the birds for a while, and drank the third extraction, unfiltered with some jelly feeling bits that I spit out. All part of the process. I got a wild idea to leave the premises, which is never a good thing in this condition, but I only went to the mailbox with the dogs. It was an adventure and fortunately we did not run into any other humans. I went back to the music and had a conversation with my good friend C. We discussed relationships, soul contracts, and the fate of the world being in the balance.
At this point things started to get really weird. I had done a reading before the medicine kicked in, and in addition to many things that were obvious, it showed me the Prince of Cups in the near future. I had no idea what that meant for me.
http://www.corax.com/tarot/cards/index.html?cups-prince
At one point I looked at the layout, saw the card, and then I felt an entity, the Prince of Cups, come into my space. It aligned itself to occupy the same space as my body, and it felt like putting on a helmet, but from the inside rather than the outside of my skull. I then heard or felt a series of clicking noises in my head as connections were being made. I had to pee so I went into the bathroom and felt nauseous and dizzy, kind of like Neo coming out of the matrix. Like I was adjusting to a new reality. That lasted a couple of minutes and then the feeling passed. However, I still felt, and feel, like I have that presence in me.
A bit later in the trip I was somehow thinking of the snake that sits in his cup, and felt the presence of a snake at the base of my spine. I was in a sort of trance, chanting “The snake is inside, the snake is inside...”
The hangover was not so bad for 5g. I'm not so sure what to do about the entity, but I figure since he got past my sage, crystals, incantation, and the guard dog, he is either OK or very clever. I know a couple people who can get him out if needed, but perhaps this was the missing part of my consciousness that will take me to the next step on my journey. For now it is wait and see. This was definitely the strongest trip I have been on, at least with mushrooms, and I may take a break for a while to see how things go before diving in again. The veil between the worlds is drawing thin, my friends.
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