Mr. Tambourine Man
Bluelighter
Cohoba Snuff ; Anadenanthera colubrina (Dose: 3 seeds) – 2nd Experience-" In The Hallways of Souls"
Setting: My room (a pleasantly calm and colorful environment) at 11:05 PM, Feb. 8, 2008 (note: the experience, except for ingestion, took place without music, in partial/total darkness)
Mindset: Slightly anxious/excited, and a little tired, but quite positive
Background: As I do before ingesting certain psychedelics, I abstained from all non-dietary psychoactives for the past week, and try to “warm-up” my mind by focusing more on the often-overlooked details of day-to-day activities, and avoiding distractions like television. However, half an hour before ingestion, I allowed my 22.5 mg of Meclizine HCL, as an anti-emetic so that nausea would not dominate the experience
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I prepared the Cohoba snuff by selecting three particularly large, round seeds, and heating them in a pan until they popped with a smell (despite its association with nausea) I have come to love. Then I let them sit for an hour, removed the husks, and ground them up with Baking Soda in a rough 3/2 seed/baking-soda ratio. The powder was ground to a fluffy consistency, and arranged on a plate into three large, daunting lines.
After spending a few minutes clearing my head in anticipation, and mentally reviewing my motivations for this experience, I snorted the three lines, approximately 1 1/2 in each nostril, minus some insignificant wastage that my ravaged nose could not accommodate.
The first effects were a powerful, intense burning in my nose and sinuses, which after about 10 seconds developed into an powerful throbbing sensation, and the burning began to turn into an anesthetizing sensation very similar to insufflated Diphenhydramine. I was also overproducing mucous and tearing up a great deal, and so I drank some water to combat the bitter drip, as I lay back on my bed. Soon there was the intense sensation of pressure of my temples, which spread to my chest and joints. My chest began to feel almost crushed, as if there was a brick above my heart, and I felt progressively heavier and heavier, until it felt like my body was covered from head to toe in a heavy lead blanket (like what is used for protection from x-rays, but much more so). At this point, both the beginnings of visual and audio activity began, as well as a medium grade nausea, which lasted for about ten minutes.
The first visual effect was a series of squiggling dark-red lines emanating from a central point, which approached me gradually, and then faster (note that all visuals described are CEV’s unless stated otherwise). This soon morphed into a series of very bright, swirling colors and lines, all very “squiggly” and non-symmetrical, constantly changing an moving at high speed. At this point the first audio hallucination began to register as a low buzzing noise, which developed quickly into a series of rhythmic, flanging noises similar to electronic music (the closest sound would be the opening noises of the Pink Floyd song “On the Run”, or possibly Pacman). Also, much of this visual activity occurred in the “lower half” of my closed-eye field of vision, but eventually moved upward to incorporate most if not all of my field. After numerous other high-speed, scintillating, bright abstract patterns continued, the real “Visions” set in.
These visions started with the realization of being a disembodied, floating consciousness, similar to the first-person perception in video games, but with no apparent form. I (my perception) was darting around in a wildly colorful “L”-shaped room, which was vibrant in an almost highlighter/rave-esque way. There were two creatures in the room which, although they seemed to give off a sensation of being humanoid, were completely alien in appearance, with peculiar tubular bodies, irregular protrusions, and as shiny gleam, almost akin to plastic. I had very little control over how I darted around the room, and eventually “Thought” to these beings that I did not come here merely to seek entertainment. Then the scene dissolved, and I was confronted with a massive face like a cross between a clown and a wooden Balinese mask. It was distinctly sinister, but I thought towards it either “I love you” or “Lets be friends”. The frightening aspect vanished, and then the face dissolved as I moved to the next “Stage”.
I was being led by a feminine “humanoid” presence through aisles and crowds of alien creatures, all of them different, and yet similar to the first two which I met in the glowing room. (For an idea of what the creatures looked like, Google Yves Tanguy’s painting “The Ribbon of Extremes”). My “guide” projected both humanity and femininity, but visually she barely resembled a genderless mannequin, and seemed to be more of a mental/emotional “projection” than a physical being. She led me through gradually less crowded corridors to a table, on which there were four glowing skulls. After some mental “discussion” which I cannot recall, she “gave” me three skulls, and removed the fourth. The skulls seemed deeply significant, as did the perception that I had of being in a different universe, among souls or spirits (for lack of a better word). At this point I began to question her about personal/emotional issues with which I had been having trouble in recent days, but I can only remember being told that I was “capable of Love”.
Then this same entity began to lead me down further corridors, inhabited now by more visually humanoid creature like herself, though equally featureless. I became momentarily aware of a vast series of halls, stretching out forever, filled with crowds of slow-moving, suffering “souls”, a vast crowd of ceaselessly streaming, non-physical consciousness’s. My whole perception of both the alien and the “Humanoid” creatures was that they were disembodied consciousnesses in the transition between death and rebirth, a concept which, until this point, I had given very little credence to. At this point I became aware of a physical being like all the others following the guide which I recognized as myself. I watched from my outside perspective as “I” discussed with my guide, and then, after an agreement was reached, was led to a room in which stood a half circle of the entities like those in the hallways, looking first at “Me” as I entered the room, and then resuming their attention on what looked like an operating table/bed in the center of the room. On the far wall (which all of the beings carefully avoided), was a slowly swirling, fluid, vertical layer of intensely bright colors of all varieties, constantly flowing and moving. Suddenly the entire experience took on the aspect of a recalling an ancient memory, as I watched “myself” get strapped to the table, I felt that I remembered all of this. Then the wall of colors distorted and reached out to engulf both my figure and the table, in the same way that an amoeba extends a pseudopod. The image of the rest of the room warped sympathetically to the distortion of the far wall, and the outline and contours of the room and the creatures were stretched and distorted. Suddenly the wall popped back into place, and the room regained its original proportions. However, I saw that my body was gone.
I then began to realize what had happened. I felt that I had just seen a replay of the process of my most recent incarnation, and that this event was the transfer of my non-corporeal consciousness to a physical form. I (as the invisible observer) began to question the beings about this stage of existence, and what they were. The answer I received was that they were all consciousness’s, all of whom having one goal: To experience physical existence. They would inhabit any living creature, from yeasts and algae to humans, just for the sensations and experience of a physical form. It occurred to me to ask whether or not they inhabited non living objects such as rocks, or the earth., to which I was given this distinctly humorous reply: “Have you ever tried being a Planet?” The perception was that inanimate materials were an existence too monotonous even for these entities, and that they were only a habitation of last resort. Also, despite the massive number of potential life-forms to be inhabited, there were also an unthinkable (but seemingly finite) number of souls, all of whom would jump at the occasion of inhabiting any sort of organism.
Finally, I began to feel myself fading away. The atmosphere in the transference room was one of good natured camaraderie. However, as I faded away, I heard the voices of the spirits saying (in many unique and individual voices) “Don’t forget about us (or me)” I replied that I would never forget them, and eventually became more aware of my body, lying in bed under a sheet, the entire experience having taken substantially less than twenty minutes.
The most striking impression I have of the experience was that of (physical) life as being some sort of a game, a wild ride of sensation which we ride again, and again, and again. Also, it was interesting to notice that in that "spirit world" there were no powerful emotions except the drive to experience life; all others seemed muted. Life was not taken seriously, and it almost seemed to be "Null Place" of harmony to the extent that a previous murderer/rapist could meet with their previous victim, and they could shake hands and say "Good Game", with no resentments or bitterness.
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I am sorry this got so long, so thank you for your patience if you've read this far. Any comments (other than flames about length) would be greatly welcome. Peace.
substancecode_anadenanthera
substancecode_Colubrina
substancecode_anadenantheracolubrina
substancecode_yopo
substancecode_ethnobotanicals
substancecode_bufotenine
substancecode_5hodmt
Setting: My room (a pleasantly calm and colorful environment) at 11:05 PM, Feb. 8, 2008 (note: the experience, except for ingestion, took place without music, in partial/total darkness)
Mindset: Slightly anxious/excited, and a little tired, but quite positive
Background: As I do before ingesting certain psychedelics, I abstained from all non-dietary psychoactives for the past week, and try to “warm-up” my mind by focusing more on the often-overlooked details of day-to-day activities, and avoiding distractions like television. However, half an hour before ingestion, I allowed my 22.5 mg of Meclizine HCL, as an anti-emetic so that nausea would not dominate the experience
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I prepared the Cohoba snuff by selecting three particularly large, round seeds, and heating them in a pan until they popped with a smell (despite its association with nausea) I have come to love. Then I let them sit for an hour, removed the husks, and ground them up with Baking Soda in a rough 3/2 seed/baking-soda ratio. The powder was ground to a fluffy consistency, and arranged on a plate into three large, daunting lines.
After spending a few minutes clearing my head in anticipation, and mentally reviewing my motivations for this experience, I snorted the three lines, approximately 1 1/2 in each nostril, minus some insignificant wastage that my ravaged nose could not accommodate.
The first effects were a powerful, intense burning in my nose and sinuses, which after about 10 seconds developed into an powerful throbbing sensation, and the burning began to turn into an anesthetizing sensation very similar to insufflated Diphenhydramine. I was also overproducing mucous and tearing up a great deal, and so I drank some water to combat the bitter drip, as I lay back on my bed. Soon there was the intense sensation of pressure of my temples, which spread to my chest and joints. My chest began to feel almost crushed, as if there was a brick above my heart, and I felt progressively heavier and heavier, until it felt like my body was covered from head to toe in a heavy lead blanket (like what is used for protection from x-rays, but much more so). At this point, both the beginnings of visual and audio activity began, as well as a medium grade nausea, which lasted for about ten minutes.
The first visual effect was a series of squiggling dark-red lines emanating from a central point, which approached me gradually, and then faster (note that all visuals described are CEV’s unless stated otherwise). This soon morphed into a series of very bright, swirling colors and lines, all very “squiggly” and non-symmetrical, constantly changing an moving at high speed. At this point the first audio hallucination began to register as a low buzzing noise, which developed quickly into a series of rhythmic, flanging noises similar to electronic music (the closest sound would be the opening noises of the Pink Floyd song “On the Run”, or possibly Pacman). Also, much of this visual activity occurred in the “lower half” of my closed-eye field of vision, but eventually moved upward to incorporate most if not all of my field. After numerous other high-speed, scintillating, bright abstract patterns continued, the real “Visions” set in.
These visions started with the realization of being a disembodied, floating consciousness, similar to the first-person perception in video games, but with no apparent form. I (my perception) was darting around in a wildly colorful “L”-shaped room, which was vibrant in an almost highlighter/rave-esque way. There were two creatures in the room which, although they seemed to give off a sensation of being humanoid, were completely alien in appearance, with peculiar tubular bodies, irregular protrusions, and as shiny gleam, almost akin to plastic. I had very little control over how I darted around the room, and eventually “Thought” to these beings that I did not come here merely to seek entertainment. Then the scene dissolved, and I was confronted with a massive face like a cross between a clown and a wooden Balinese mask. It was distinctly sinister, but I thought towards it either “I love you” or “Lets be friends”. The frightening aspect vanished, and then the face dissolved as I moved to the next “Stage”.
I was being led by a feminine “humanoid” presence through aisles and crowds of alien creatures, all of them different, and yet similar to the first two which I met in the glowing room. (For an idea of what the creatures looked like, Google Yves Tanguy’s painting “The Ribbon of Extremes”). My “guide” projected both humanity and femininity, but visually she barely resembled a genderless mannequin, and seemed to be more of a mental/emotional “projection” than a physical being. She led me through gradually less crowded corridors to a table, on which there were four glowing skulls. After some mental “discussion” which I cannot recall, she “gave” me three skulls, and removed the fourth. The skulls seemed deeply significant, as did the perception that I had of being in a different universe, among souls or spirits (for lack of a better word). At this point I began to question her about personal/emotional issues with which I had been having trouble in recent days, but I can only remember being told that I was “capable of Love”.
Then this same entity began to lead me down further corridors, inhabited now by more visually humanoid creature like herself, though equally featureless. I became momentarily aware of a vast series of halls, stretching out forever, filled with crowds of slow-moving, suffering “souls”, a vast crowd of ceaselessly streaming, non-physical consciousness’s. My whole perception of both the alien and the “Humanoid” creatures was that they were disembodied consciousnesses in the transition between death and rebirth, a concept which, until this point, I had given very little credence to. At this point I became aware of a physical being like all the others following the guide which I recognized as myself. I watched from my outside perspective as “I” discussed with my guide, and then, after an agreement was reached, was led to a room in which stood a half circle of the entities like those in the hallways, looking first at “Me” as I entered the room, and then resuming their attention on what looked like an operating table/bed in the center of the room. On the far wall (which all of the beings carefully avoided), was a slowly swirling, fluid, vertical layer of intensely bright colors of all varieties, constantly flowing and moving. Suddenly the entire experience took on the aspect of a recalling an ancient memory, as I watched “myself” get strapped to the table, I felt that I remembered all of this. Then the wall of colors distorted and reached out to engulf both my figure and the table, in the same way that an amoeba extends a pseudopod. The image of the rest of the room warped sympathetically to the distortion of the far wall, and the outline and contours of the room and the creatures were stretched and distorted. Suddenly the wall popped back into place, and the room regained its original proportions. However, I saw that my body was gone.
I then began to realize what had happened. I felt that I had just seen a replay of the process of my most recent incarnation, and that this event was the transfer of my non-corporeal consciousness to a physical form. I (as the invisible observer) began to question the beings about this stage of existence, and what they were. The answer I received was that they were all consciousness’s, all of whom having one goal: To experience physical existence. They would inhabit any living creature, from yeasts and algae to humans, just for the sensations and experience of a physical form. It occurred to me to ask whether or not they inhabited non living objects such as rocks, or the earth., to which I was given this distinctly humorous reply: “Have you ever tried being a Planet?” The perception was that inanimate materials were an existence too monotonous even for these entities, and that they were only a habitation of last resort. Also, despite the massive number of potential life-forms to be inhabited, there were also an unthinkable (but seemingly finite) number of souls, all of whom would jump at the occasion of inhabiting any sort of organism.
Finally, I began to feel myself fading away. The atmosphere in the transference room was one of good natured camaraderie. However, as I faded away, I heard the voices of the spirits saying (in many unique and individual voices) “Don’t forget about us (or me)” I replied that I would never forget them, and eventually became more aware of my body, lying in bed under a sheet, the entire experience having taken substantially less than twenty minutes.
The most striking impression I have of the experience was that of (physical) life as being some sort of a game, a wild ride of sensation which we ride again, and again, and again. Also, it was interesting to notice that in that "spirit world" there were no powerful emotions except the drive to experience life; all others seemed muted. Life was not taken seriously, and it almost seemed to be "Null Place" of harmony to the extent that a previous murderer/rapist could meet with their previous victim, and they could shake hands and say "Good Game", with no resentments or bitterness.
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I am sorry this got so long, so thank you for your patience if you've read this far. Any comments (other than flames about length) would be greatly welcome. Peace.
substancecode_anadenanthera
substancecode_Colubrina
substancecode_anadenantheracolubrina
substancecode_yopo
substancecode_ethnobotanicals
substancecode_bufotenine
substancecode_5hodmt
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. Than again, that's just me (although I would definitely recommend it to those who feel brave). It really is amazing.