More data on 5-meo-DMT, as promised.
So with some experimentation, its fairly easy to eye up a safe sprinkle to smoke right out of a bowl. Just take short hits to be cautious. Too much means curled up on a ball for about half an hour waiting for your brain to return.
Most folks seemed to take to it very well. If you are able to throw up your hands and accept the experience, its very easy to ride. The predominant feeling is of everything being "righted", like your energy body is aligned. One fellow good with meditation said how similar it is to deep states of trance. It consistently floors everyone who has had it, save one mutant who seems completely immune to the stuff for some reason. Aah well, there's always one.
Coil is fucking spot on with Time Machines, by the way. Brilliant stuff.
I relized after listening to time machines on the stuff that it is the experience of the Pillar of Mercy. Its ego dissolution, peace, transcendent bliss, but you have to surrender yourself to it. You really don't have much of an option otherwise. That means the enlightenment it offers is not that of Kether, but that of Chockmah. The experience speaks much of Chesed, but with deeper doses you move beyond the understanding of language into pure appreciation of being, which is Chockmah. By comparason, N,N,DMT would then be the pillar of severity what with the language=reality intellectualized machine gnome side of it, and Salvia fits as the High Priestess being the bitchy giver of enlightenemt you won't necessarily be able to handle that might just break you that she is.
From these correlations, ayahuasca must be a most complete experience, being of both the pillar of severity (N,N) and mercy (5-meo), combined with an maoi to extend and other bits that likely speak more of the middle pillar. Those wacky indians know what they're doing, no doubt.
Some folks react to the stuff by immediately wanting to light it up again. Its really easy to just sit around for hours doing the stuff. The replay value of it terrific. You can definitely seriously binge on it, and still be just fine. Shamanic Crack is indeed the word of the day for it. The abuse potential is possibly worrysome, save that rather than becomming addicted, one does eventually just get tired of it and stop, having had enough. So, I guess it rights itself. Truely miraculous stuff.
Oh, and in combination with mushrooms, my God. Normally, you come down from a hit pretty quickly, and are baseline before very long again. With the shrooms, I came down to a plateu, didn't actually go back all the way. It just turned my shroom trip into a DMT trip, and I buzzed in happy kundalini harmony for hours on end, just perfect. Every time someone else would take a hit, I'd peak out again in sympathy. Oh yes. That's the way to ride.
Interestingly, after the last binge (new years eve), I kept smelling the stuff in the air, like it was clinging to me. Just the barest hint of lavander flowers every now and then reminding me of it. Since the shroom ride, I've had no desire whatsoever for any more of it, but I've noted the clinging reminder for a time afterwards. Strange, as I get that sort of thing sometimes when I snort drugs, but I didn't snort any of this. |
