The following is a record of my psychedelic journey, and lessons learned. If you want to read about my journey in the order in which I experienced it, please scroll down to the first post. While psychedelic “drugs” are often stigmatized, and misused for recreational purposes, I strongly believe in their therapeutic use. The potential exists for a significantly positive emotional and spiritual awakening, and likewise a frightening or damaging experience if used recklessly. Psychedelics should be approached with respect, caution, and good intentions. When used in the proper setting it can be a very rewarding experience. As with any other form of therapy, the real work must be undertaken by the individual. As such, a substance like DMT might only show you a path to take or a way to reflect on what is happening in your life – It is the individual’s choice to interpret and act upon the thoughts, feelings, and images they are presented with. The big question about what a DMT experience is cannot simply be put into words, let alone a few sentences. My own ‘trip’ is a real experience that I witnessed personally. But I’m often questioning what it is exactly that I am communicating with. Is it my own subconscious that is wiser than my outward self? Is there an intelligent energy in our world that people have forgotten how to have a relationship with? I don’t know. What I do know is it requires an open, willing, and flexible mind, and a willingness to accept what you are presented with without pulling away, but instead have the curiosity to keep asking and looking further into the trip. Disclaimer: I am not a professional, nor a doctor, nor a therapist of any kind. I do not distribute or administer any substance to anyone but myself. These are my own personal experiences.

Saturday, May 25, 2024

My Brother

 The intention I have feared. The answers I wanted but didn’t want to ask. This nagging feeling has been within me for years. It’s the trip I have avoided.

My brother took his own life in 2007 on his 30th birthday. We had an eventful childhood to say the least, and even though I love him, we had some really bad times, and I spent a lot of time being angry with him. But I never turned him away.

On this journey I asked if I could speak with my brother. I wasn’t sure if that was even possible, or what I was going to be shown.

What I experienced was very profound, but extremely personal. While I’m not going to share all of the details in this entry, I will say this: I am my brother, and he is me. We have come from the same spirit. To hurt someone, is to hurt yourself. Just the same, to love someone is to love yourself. I spent a moment as the singular spirit that is all of us and apologized to myself for the pain that has been put on my brother and myself. Whether or not I “see” him again is irrelevant. He is part of me.

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