Flickering
Bluelighter
Took changa last night for the first time with a friend; he tried it twice and I made three efforts to break through... but I pussied out at the last moment each time.
The moment the effects of the first toke hit, and I'm partway through the second, my ego slams on the breaks. NOOOPE, NO NO NO WE'RE NOT GOING THERE, THAT LOOKS FUCKING SCARY. I seem to lack the willpower to keep inhaling when my sense of self starts melting through my skin.
On the first attempt, not much happened, but it generally felt like being on about six hits of ayahuasca for six minutes. Very intense. Probably helped that this was my first psychedelic experience in almost a year.
On the second attempt I managed to go a bit further and deeper. I dropped back spread-eagled onto the carpet and for a moment I seemed to merge with an infinite energy grid. I was taking in unbelievable amounts of information through my every sense, it made a couple of minutes stretch out like hours. I came back down surprisingly quickly this time. It was so nerve-racking it felt like the universe had just given me a firm spanking and told me not to do it again.
I did anyway, of course. I gave the third attempt another few hours, this time taking the hits alone in my bedroom, with a pleasant storm pouring against my window (water apparently soothes a DMT trip). This time I ALMOST broke through. I could tell I was right on the verge. And I went into this knowing anything could happen and not to expect one thing or another - but holy SHIT... I didn't realise my own BED COVERS COULD TURN INTO FUCKING SNAKES. Everything in the room came to life. The bong, still fuming, turned into a genie lamp. I tuned in to a higher frequency of thought and saw for a fact that consciousness is totally unlimited; that the human body and mind is just a piddling vessel, not something to be overly concerned about or wrapped up in. The overriding message seemed to be: "Get over your stupid problems and start using the incredible gifts I have blessed you with. Become a receptor for light and love. Transmute it through everything you do." It was quite harsh but kind of in a joking, understanding way. The feeling of being on the edge of eternity was very jittery and I was glad when it was over, but at the same time, awestruck by what I'd just experienced.
I still haven't had a full-blown 'breakthrough' where reality is switched out for something else though. How in the HELL do you push through that barrier? It's fucking scary!
The moment the effects of the first toke hit, and I'm partway through the second, my ego slams on the breaks. NOOOPE, NO NO NO WE'RE NOT GOING THERE, THAT LOOKS FUCKING SCARY. I seem to lack the willpower to keep inhaling when my sense of self starts melting through my skin.
On the first attempt, not much happened, but it generally felt like being on about six hits of ayahuasca for six minutes. Very intense. Probably helped that this was my first psychedelic experience in almost a year.
On the second attempt I managed to go a bit further and deeper. I dropped back spread-eagled onto the carpet and for a moment I seemed to merge with an infinite energy grid. I was taking in unbelievable amounts of information through my every sense, it made a couple of minutes stretch out like hours. I came back down surprisingly quickly this time. It was so nerve-racking it felt like the universe had just given me a firm spanking and told me not to do it again.
I did anyway, of course. I gave the third attempt another few hours, this time taking the hits alone in my bedroom, with a pleasant storm pouring against my window (water apparently soothes a DMT trip). This time I ALMOST broke through. I could tell I was right on the verge. And I went into this knowing anything could happen and not to expect one thing or another - but holy SHIT... I didn't realise my own BED COVERS COULD TURN INTO FUCKING SNAKES. Everything in the room came to life. The bong, still fuming, turned into a genie lamp. I tuned in to a higher frequency of thought and saw for a fact that consciousness is totally unlimited; that the human body and mind is just a piddling vessel, not something to be overly concerned about or wrapped up in. The overriding message seemed to be: "Get over your stupid problems and start using the incredible gifts I have blessed you with. Become a receptor for light and love. Transmute it through everything you do." It was quite harsh but kind of in a joking, understanding way. The feeling of being on the edge of eternity was very jittery and I was glad when it was over, but at the same time, awestruck by what I'd just experienced.
I still haven't had a full-blown 'breakthrough' where reality is switched out for something else though. How in the HELL do you push through that barrier? It's fucking scary!

