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.

Monday, May 27, 2024

Tree Music & Snake Mother (the source)

My previous experience required a bit more time for me to process before I felt the call to go back. I was just looking for something lighter as more of a reintroduction, or to check-in with old friends so to speak.

We decided on the old reliable Gold Mine trail. It’s a relatively short and easy hike to get to, with plenty of secluded rest spots for mind expanding activities.

As soon as we had a warm fire established, and hammocks up, it was time to settle in and clear our heads before blast-off.

Normally I would listen to the sound of the creek or some frequency/meditation music, but today I was feeling Pink Floyd’s ‘Shine on you Crazy Diamond’. I didn’t really set an intention, other than just to be in the moment and appreciate where I was.

I’ve been working on keeping my eyes open longer while I take hits as I feel like I can stay present long enough to get one more hit, rather than give in and close my eyes too early. It’s entertaining to watch the world change around you before you lay back and let the trip take over. This particular time all the trees around me came to life and were waving at me in excitement as I took each hit. Faces began to form within the texture of the bark. I couldn’t help but laugh a little as one tree face near me looked as high as I felt. I eventually let go, laid back and closed my eyes.

My vision began as I was transported through a kaleidoscope tunnel, and I came out the other side. I was INSIDE the music I was listening to, as if the music was a room, and I could see every sound moving around me. In this room with me were the trees I had seen earlier, but more alive and conscious. They were there to play the music for me, and they kept thanking me for coming and bringing the music. It was a concert, and I was their guest. Occasionally a random entity would enter the room with us and smile in appreciation for the music. We had a good time just hanging out with trees and listening to some cool tunes.

As the trip began to fade, it was time for me to leave. The trees thanked me again and told me to come back anytime.

 After some time had passed, my cousin took his turn while I warmed myself by the fire. I decided to go back in. I had made my usual preparations and blasted off.

 As soon as the kaleidoscope visuals began, I remembered a previous experience where I was told the kaleidoscope was just an image to distract me, that the true experience was waiting beyond that. Just as quickly as I had processed that thought, the kaleidoscope stopped and became a beautiful woman who was holding me up against her giant breasts. She kept hugging and kissing me and smashing me into her chest. Her breast were cartoonishly large. I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t an enjoyable vision, but something didn’t feel right. It was too much. That’s when I realized this too was just an illusion to trick me and keep me from the true experience. That’s when the woman and everything around me melted, and there was nothing left. Just black emptiness like space, but no stars. In the distance I could see what I would describe as Snake Mother. She said nothing, she was everything. She had no emotions, not good or bad, she was beyond that. Yet I could faintly make out a look of approval.

I spent a moment studying how she looked. She looked a lot like the mother figure I met in my very first DMT experience. She had snake eyes, a female head and upper body, but at the waist began her snake half. She had an infinite number of hands holding what looked like strings of neon light. At the other end of the string was another person experiencing something, but it was all a projected vision that Snake Mother had chosen for them. I had initially felt betrayed by the fake vision, but she told me she thought my physical self would enjoy it and it was only to help me feel good. I guess she wasn’t wrong, but I was looking for more substance. My time there was coming to an end and Snake Mother instructed me to return to my body, not that I had a choice.

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