Visions

[Halfglass]

Towards the end of my experiences with closed eye trances during my Winter Of DXM, I began to have what can only be called visions (it was no longer me drifting through the Hive and coming on things, but a purposeful tour/montage meant to show me something directly). For your reading pleasure here is one of the more mind bending sequence of events. I learned that in among the labyrinth (of the living Hive) when a shiny spot in the wall would come into view, something big was about to be revealed. My heart would beat faster as I held my eye to the opening and ducked inside. On this one I was greeted by a mountain with (unmistakable) Buddhist monks on it. There was fan-fare as I came through and they were happy I'd made it so far. The mountain was made of pure violet colored light powder, which they explained was love piled up through the ages! In spots the love was red--for blood. And it was explained that much of the world grieved too much for their dead. That the red love was "too rich". Then I was taken to a high seat of honor and I could smell incense. They were chanting my name saying, "It's Dan's Day! He has made the next level." (Now before you all go and think I'm patting myself on the back here, I'm telling you what happened nothing more.) Then something went wrong, like the chair broke, but it was a cosmic joke on their part--like a hazing--"Don't let it go to your head!" Then a young oriental man came to me (I realized I had gotten out of bed and was standing in my kitchen). By the sink this lad reached down and said this was the "first enlightenment" and we laughed together but my voice sounded like his--I was laughing like this Chinese man in high pitched giggles! Then he sort of pointed to a field of molten glass-like stuff and it was a wheel (like karma I guess) but instead of good deeds getting a person free of the wheel, I understood that the wheel turned slowly to include terrible events happening to ALL eventually (which made it seem like he was talking about reincarnation at least). There was a hump in the wheel like a warped LP, which meant that lives near the hump were getting some bad things happen, while the rest of the wheel/lives were living relatively peacful existances (which brings up free will--ug!). During my time on The Seat much was said--but maybe I'll save it for the book hehe. Peace.

[ June 24, 2003, 03:54 PM: Message edited by: Halfglass ]

[J EdgeRider]

Wow...what detailed stuff! Don't know anything about what you were ingesting, but it sounds like you must have ended up feeling fulfilled.

So, you're writing a book, or were you kidding? If I missed more about it, feel free to direct me to it.

JE

[Halfglass]

JE: It was high doses of DXM (the only stuff I've found that, due to its anesthetic qualities, allows for trip/trances with eyes closed--something impossible (for me at least) on the more speedy psychedelics). A book? I can't call it a book without a publisher, but I have compiled a large collection of essays that have begun to feel connected and reasonable enough to be put into one volume I think. (Its on psychedelics, out-of-bodies and dreams from direct experience.) Appreciate the interest.

[ June 26, 2003, 12:52 PM: Message edited by: Halfglass ]

[daniel]

Halfglass,

What do you think about Alan Watt's line on LSD: "When you have gotten the message, hang up the phone" ?

My deeper question to you (and others) is what is the positive use value of piling up experience after experience in these realms, unless it is being put to some use in this one? Does it become something like a "Luciferic" (Steiner's term) seduction or trap? (I definitely think of ketamine this way).

That is the purpose of shamanism: To use skill in those realms for healing or meaningful guidance in this one. That is what the entheogenic community often neglects.

In this regard, it is interesting to me that I keep urging all of my entheogenic-inspired friends to go and take iboga, but none of them has. I think iboga can (it doesn't always) force a deeper questioning of all one's motivations.

[sire_012]

daniel wrote:
My deeper question to you (and others) is what is the positive use value of piling up experience after experience in these realms, unless it is being put to some use in this one?personally my desire to keep piling up experiences simply lies in the fact that i am still continually baffled, continually amazed, and continually amused. it is indeed a love affair with these experiences that drives me, a love affair that spawns from a love affair with life. i don't see any real issues with purusing an ongoing diet of entheogens as long as they continue to feed a path suitable to one's own desire. and that could be said for any path one chooses; as long as you're not neglecting relationships, not neglecting self, and continuing to foster that light that is inside you then where you walk will conform to where you need to be.

this is not to say that a steady diet of entheogens insures this, i have seen many people come to 'believe' too much in their own personal trip and psychedelics or not begin to consume themselves. however, presently i have personally found entheogens a far more enjoyable and effective means of turning up my own personal sound system to listen with greater clarity to the finer nuances of my songs. and they make me feel good. they make me laugh. they baffle me. they challenge me. they seem to help facilitate situations where my friends and i speak more candidly about ourselves and our feelings about the world. they also offer a fabulous escape from the same world when needed, and a great entrance back into it.

just my $00.02.

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[Halfglass]

Daniel: Watts has a point. DXM began to wear on me at about the sixth or seventh big ride. I had said into a tape recorder I'd used during the trips (parts of it quite hair-raising to hear even now) "This will be the last big dose of DXM..." But (as Sire was saying) I needed to see more--but it wasn't to be much. I had two near-deaths, one (trickster?) spirit yelling in my ear that I had stopped breathing and to "Get up now!" (Where I flew outta bed and slid down the stair-case and gave myself a huge carpet burn.) And the way a bad thought (at 1000mg plus) could send one spiralling had to be dealt with--which I did pretty well in the end. I haven't gotten around to posting where this all has left me because I'm still sorting through it--encounters with Other, so real at the time, become questionable to the self in the here and now. What of the woman who took me down a yin-yang vortex and I saw all of humanity reaching blindly through dirt/knowledge, and the hugely satori-ish vibe it left me? Or my cousin, only two days dead, riding on the shoulders of our ancestors laughing and singing (with me attempting the melody into the tape recorder--sounding Celtic)? In the end I took too much--the last trip I saw the yin-yang thing and I was allowed to inspect it and float in it with a guide of some sort explaining details--details I could not bring back (we all know that one). But I got the sense that spiritually I'd overstayed my welcome, I was in the way over there and someone/thing said "It's best you don't return." I'm trying to go somewhere now. I realized I was racist on some low-level because of DXM (even though one of my greatest friends ever is a black guy). Perhaps it's tribal--but it had to be rooted out and it hurt to "see" it there hiding. I'm cautiously checking out Buddhism now. I like what I hear to some degree. But I see politics and discrepancies. The best advice I've gotten and that stays with me was from a Lenape who told me, "Westerners should start their own thing, there's no time for them to learn Indian medicine." Iboga yes, ever since I read your great discription of its house-cleaning properties I knew it was something I wouldn't pass up. Never seen the stuff though or heard of anyone with it. (In spite of my closeness to big city, I'm of a backwoods mentality and my circles have gotten small.) So yeah, change, rooting out the self-sever, the uncompassionate me now that I see him. (DXM has shown me that for all my talk of change, I wasn't really doing it. After the last big trip my head hummed, resonated for two days--it wasn't the "afterglow" thing. I'm convinced it was evolution! That last night I had said, "Evo...lu...tion...." into the recorder, and as I did my body writhed in the most extraordinary pain/pleasure, and I felt my whole being, mind and body, puff up or out like a larva cracking its cocoon.)

[ June 28, 2003, 02:14 PM: Message edited by: Halfglass ]

[Phil Thompson]

All sounds excellent, i love reading about all your experiences.

Danile you forget that everything means something to someone.

I have read Daniles book and loved every minute of it. Then moved staright onto Archaic Revival by Terrence Mcenna, also loving every minute of it. Although it loose me in place's and just about to finsh it.

Anyway, after my experience with Salvia i have spent time checking out more information that helps me try and understan what happened. Everyday some thing reminds me and i see the world from a different angle.

Its excellent to hear eveyones trips. As Terrence Mccenna wrote, all this information could help the world at the time we most need it.

This is an amzing universe how else can we grow into it and find out more that we know today.

Helping each other, thats what books are for.

[Phil Thompson]

All sounds excellent, i love reading about all your experiences.

Danile you forget that everything means something to someone.

I have read Daniles book and loved every minute of it. Then moved staright onto Archaic Revival by Terrence Mcenna, also loving every minute of it. Although it loose me in place's and just about to finsh it.

Anyway, after my experience with Salvia i have spent time checking out more information that helps me try and understan what happened. Everyday some thing reminds me and i see the world from a different angle.

Its excellent to hear eveyones trips. As Terrence Mccenna wrote, all this information could help the world at the time we most need it.

This is an amzing universe how else can we grow into it and find out more that we know today.

Helping each other, thats what books are for.