Author Topic: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit  (Read 2982 times)

ZoyzaSorris

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Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #60 on: May 15, 2019, 05:38:53 PM »
Could you compare your experiences on dmt to the ayouasca you made? Is it more/the same  intensity just with a shorter length?

I always think 'one day...'

DMT id be happy to do on my own as the effects so short, its much more practical to integrate into your everyday life, though its long term effects are probably proportionally less profound compared with a massive beefy ayahuasca sesh (which these days id only consider doing with a guide of some sort) as a result. A great tonic though.

ZoyzaSorris

  • if you can smell me it's too late
Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #61 on: May 15, 2019, 05:45:37 PM »
Is that the Carhart-Davis one?
I hope it goes well :)


Unfortunately I didnt get on it because they found some mild heart abnormality, which was a real disappointing bugger!

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #62 on: September 11, 2019, 08:26:08 PM »
Resurrecting this thread because, well I started it after all, and also because I'm about to board the bus for Amsterdam: Magical Mystery Tour is go!  The actual 'ceremony' is on Friday; the retreat ends on Sunday.  Will give an account of the experience once I have resolved it into some sort of coherence, which could be Monday, but then again could be some time in the 2030s.

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #63 on: September 13, 2019, 08:06:56 AM »
Resurrecting this thread because, well I started it after all, and also because I'm about to board the bus for Amsterdam: Magical Mystery Tour is go!  The actual 'ceremony' is on Friday; the retreat ends on Sunday.  Will give an account of the experience once I have resolved it into some sort of coherence, which could be Monday, but then again could be some time in the 2030s.

Good on you and have fun at the ceremony! May you come back from this refreshed, reborn, stronger and better.

You might have a few days of reflection when you're back in reality, sometimes, often, that's the best part.

Is "have a wild time" the correct wish?

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #64 on: Yesterday at 05:56:49 PM »
Been there, done that!

Headlines: despite taking a large dose of psilocybin truffles (brand name, High Hawaiians) there were no strong emotions, no sense of 'oneness', no sense of achieving an insight into 'true' reality.  Of the 15 of us on the retreat I had by far the mildest experience.

I saw lots of coloured lights but there was little coherence to my visions.  "There's no narrative!" I kept telling myself.  I also kept thinking of the advice Michael Pollan had been given: If you see a door, open it; if you see some steps, climb them.  But I saw nothing that I could interact with.  I made myself chuckle when I realised I was like a crappy soldier in a chaotic battle, wandering around looking for someone or something to surrender to.  "Excuse me, could you tell me where I might find The Void?"

I was surprised how much it felt like a dream state, the main difference being that I was always aware of my physical surroundings.  I kept patting the mattress I was lying on, or stretching, or crossing my legs.  I would quite often raise the eye-mask we'd been given, and when I did so reality looked far less impressive than it does normally: colours looked faded and watery, like on an overexposed photograph.  This was contrary to what others reported.

Closest I came to a breakthrough was when I felt a tingling in my nose and upper lip, whereupon that area of my face began to disintegrate like sand being blown in the wind.  "Oh wow, I've heard about this!" I thought.  This was the disintegration of the ego, a literal disintegration in this case.  I felt no fear at all, rather I was very pleased and excited, especially as I hadn't heard of it occurring quite this way before.  Throughout the experience I had been conscious that what I was seeing and feeling was strongly informed by things I had read or movies I had seen (2001's stargate sequence seemed to be a strong influence); I found this really frustrating - "I'm thinking in cliches!" I kept telling myself - but this new phenomenon did seem, at least in its detail, unique to me.

I thought how the tickling felt a little bit like a fly crawling over my face and lift my hand to scratch my nose.  And, sure enough, the fly that had been walking over my face flew away, hitting my hand.  "Oh, there is one!" I said out loud.  The vision of my disintegration vanished.

Immediately after the session I felt both relief and disappointment.  The sense of disappointment grew over the next 24 hours as the others in the group shared their experiences - often with overwhelming emotion - and I was feeling rather left out.

It was not a waste of time though: I am participating in the Imperial College London research into psychedelics and so my experience will be fed back into the academic literature.  And I am not ready to give up on psychedelics just yet; I wonder if despite all my preparations and good intentions, and despite feeling more excited than apprehensive on the day, my nervousness did inhibit me from the full experience, and so further investigation could be fruitful.  But if I had just been there for the drug then, yes, I would have felt I had wasted my time.

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #65 on: Yesterday at 11:31:24 PM »
Been there, done that!

Headlines: despite taking a large dose of psilocybin truffles (brand name, High Hawaiians) there were no strong emotions, no sense of 'oneness', no sense of achieving an insight into 'true' reality.  Of the 15 of us on the retreat I had by far the mildest experience.

I saw lots of coloured lights but there was little coherence to my visions.  "There's no narrative!" I kept telling myself.  I also kept thinking of the advice Michael Pollan had been given: If you see a door, open it; if you see some steps, climb them.  But I saw nothing that I could interact with.  I made myself chuckle when I realised I was like a crappy soldier in a chaotic battle, wandering around looking for someone or something to surrender to.  "Excuse me, could you tell me where I might find The Void?"

I was surprised how much it felt like a dream state, the main difference being that I was always aware of my physical surroundings.  I kept patting the mattress I was lying on, or stretching, or crossing my legs.  I would quite often raise the eye-mask we'd been given, and when I did so reality looked far less impressive than it does normally: colours looked faded and watery, like on an overexposed photograph.  This was contrary to what others reported.

Closest I came to a breakthrough was when I felt a tingling in my nose and upper lip, whereupon that area of my face began to disintegrate like sand being blown in the wind.  "Oh wow, I've heard about this!" I thought.  This was the disintegration of the ego, a literal disintegration in this case.  I felt no fear at all, rather I was very pleased and excited, especially as I hadn't heard of it occurring quite this way before.  Throughout the experience I had been conscious that what I was seeing and feeling was strongly informed by things I had read or movies I had seen (2001's stargate sequence seemed to be a strong influence); I found this really frustrating - "I'm thinking in cliches!" I kept telling myself - but this new phenomenon did seem, at least in its detail, unique to me.

I thought how the tickling felt a little bit like a fly crawling over my face and lift my hand to scratch my nose.  And, sure enough, the fly that had been walking over my face flew away, hitting my hand.  "Oh, there is one!" I said out loud.  The vision of my disintegration vanished.

Immediately after the session I felt both relief and disappointment.  The sense of disappointment grew over the next 24 hours as the others in the group shared their experiences - often with overwhelming emotion - and I was feeling rather left out.

It was not a waste of time though: I am participating in the Imperial College London research into psychedelics and so my experience will be fed back into the academic literature.  And I am not ready to give up on psychedelics just yet; I wonder if despite all my preparations and good intentions, and despite feeling more excited than apprehensive on the day, my nervousness did inhibit me from the full experience, and so further investigation could be fruitful.  But if I had just been there for the drug then, yes, I would have felt I had wasted my time.

My man I'm fucking proud of you.

You've already got something valuable from this. You tried to fix yourself. You didn't give in. You didn't just pop pills. You didn't get beaten down.

You took charge. This wasn't about drugs, it was about control.

You sincerely have my respect - it's easy to gamble with drugs and come out one way or another; even the hugest connoisseurs must surely admit you placing yourself in a position of trust of not only drugs but others who believe in magic mushies is is admirable.

I think you'll get the benefits in a subtle way. Not even for any drug reasons; what you explain about the tripping elements is grist for the mill and fun, but what YOU REALLY wanted is a sea change for the soul.

I'm nothing but another troubled soul who has backed this in my various forms, but can I leave you with a question?

What will you be scared of after this?

(I'd consider it a roaring success if you can simply chip away some of the more uncontrollable stuff. The rest, well, it's good being human. I'm pro drug, but I'm not into sterilising yourself. I genuinely admire you for such a big step, that I think will give you presents and gifts over time. You might be too close to it to even appreciate what a positive, brave story it is. Do talk about it - who knows where it will lead, who it can help, and what this kind of treatment can do for others?)

I don't think I've ever had an instant reinvention. I've even obliterated my psyche for a few hours. It's called a trip because you come back - and the fun part has always been examining, searching for meaning. Which, I suppose, leads me back to: what's next for you?

Damn, you've made my night. Really. Sincerely, thank you. You might not feel you've done much, but you're not meant to have all the answers, no matter how many shrooms you glug with a robe on :)

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #66 on: Yesterday at 11:34:13 PM »
It's not exactly hippy but does anyone know if CBD oil helps relax you? I've never had luck with getting high with weed as I guess the thc doesnt affect me but i've heard on the grapevine that cbd is good for anxiety and all that shit.

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #67 on: Today at 01:11:25 AM »
It's not exactly hippy but does anyone know if CBD oil helps relax you? I've never had luck with getting high with weed as I guess the thc doesnt affect me but i've heard on the grapevine that cbd is good for anxiety and all that shit.

I've heard enough testimony I can respect to say yeah it would help the generic You.

But for the person unaffected by THC? You? not the same chemical, but bets're off pal.

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #68 on: Today at 01:17:47 AM »
Nice one, will get on it.

Also, is that a tattoo on New Jack's forehead or is it just utterly mulched from blading?

Re: Hippy bullshit, without all the hippy bullshit
« Reply #69 on: Today at 01:25:59 AM »
Nice one, will get on it.

Also, is that a tattoo on New Jack's forehead or is it just utterly mulched from blading?

I was gonna say "it's a couple quid in my local chemist and it seems almost ubiqituous so just buy some" seemed hopelessly reckless, so I am glad you reached the conclusion I merely implied. Dunno if you're on SSRIs or owt like that, but I've mentioned that soooo (also tempted to chalk your THC immunity up to a hormone issue, but that's cursory research. Shouldn't have bearing on CBD, but who the fuck knows)

New Jack is Hardcore, sunshine. Like you've never been in a job interview going south and wanted escape, Bigmounts. Blading = INSTANT GETAWAY!

.... I'm probably gonna buy some of those "microdose" packs from wholecelium.com and do them at Big Oil. For creativity! Churning out reports in MS Word in a fucking oil refinery. Creativity, that's what I need!