Well shieeeet folks. DMT. What the fuck?! Now I can REALLY doff my cap to those that have gone before.
Incoming trip report... Tl:dr smoked drugs, got high
Been moseying about India since the new year and my psychonautical radar been working good this trip, this time honing in on a fellow space cadet, traversing life’s glories & tragedies, who by-the-by had some changa to move on. That was in the desert a few weeks ago and so I took it up to the mountains here now. I’d done the usual round robin throughout the years of Mckenna talks, erowid reports, Bluelight chats etc. but nothing ever really prepares you, ay?
Smoked a packed bowl at sunrise on Sunday morning, within 10secs there was a ‘whoosh’ and a feeling of rising or getting pulled upwards, an extreme highpitched sound/frequency dilation and a thought of “oooh fuuuuck, you gon’ did it this time”. Few seconds on there’s hardcore geometric overlay across all space and distances, like most intense acid trip I’ve experienced x500, and a feeling of strong familiarity with the space, which I’ve felt before on lsd and mushies but always seem to forget. Much magnified this time though and like some sort of joke. From then on was pretty much incoherent for the next 10mins before landing back down a treat with the most awesome body high, with the experience fading so rapidly just like a dream. Total information/sensory overload in uncharted waters so all I could take back was the experience of a blinding light. So mulled it over for a half hour or so then packed another bowl and blasted off. Similar rapid come up and frequency fuckery. Soo intense. Feeling like an alien this time, colours bubbling everywhere. Chattering and goings on at the peripherals of vision and some sort of static trying to get pulled across, like TV static and like moving on your phone lock screen when sliding down. Can’t really describe lol. Blinding white light again but this time it’s framing the mountains I’m looking at in the distance, the white peaks and blue sky look so foreign, some sort of candyland, and above them several glyphs flash across the sky, like Hebrew or Sanskrit or something, but totally unrecognisable and mad. Go incoherent with the light again, for however many minutes, then back suddenly. That bemused kind of state, you know. What can do but scratch your head??
Decided to blast off again yesterday morning (really is like getting fired out a cannon), before sunrise this time, in the dark. Packed a bowl, serious pre-flight jitters, roasted it up, somehow was able to sneak a third toke while everything disintegrated and then Boom! Darkness canvas. Very still scenario this time, no feeling of movement. And from the stillness and blackness comes this neon orange octopus/cephalopod type thing, waving technicolour tentacles. Mind-blowingly intricate and patterned, the hyperspace version of what you’d see in the deep blue on a David Attenborough, but was also getting a vibe similar to the Sentinels in The Matrix. The whole set was very similar to some deep kholes been through, with there being a canvas from which things arise, but where with k I find you’re always somewhat detached from the set, more like an observer floating over or around these different scenarios, which often for me are like solar systems, ancient temple complexes, sci fi cityscapes, that kinda good shit, here was the fucking opposite! This thing knew I was there in its presence, and once I acknowledged that I knew that it knew, it started coming up real close, and flashing obscure cards in my vision, like a tarot gimmick. Both it and the cards were trying to convey something, but I have no idea what, and it was all in a very rushed manner as if the small time I was there had utmost importance. Many different cards were getting thrust in my vision, with the techno-op going, “See?”, “Look!”, “This!”. When I started to become minutely aware of my body and breathing, the whole experience began to disappear back into the darkened room, with the techno-op retreating swiftly in a mandalic fashion. Left, once again, with the feeling like a dream. But this time this octopus is emblazoned on my retina in the dark.
Spending a lot of time lost in the forests and hilltops here, otherwise, paying homage by smoking the fruits of the valleys, charas, and paying full attention to the mountain stream. A real place of power these mountains, with these particular valleys being the abode of Shiva. And right enough, one minute the sun’s high in the sky, the next thunders crackling through the valley accompanied with hail and lightening. Boom Shiva! And thinking on it... Hindi deities are quite ‘octopus-like’, no? With their mirage of forms and colour. Perhaps to dance the dance with the techno octopus was to dance the only dance, with those multicoloured tentacles being Shiva’s dance of destruction. “See?”, “Look!”, “This!”.
Sacred stuff this.