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Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
04-08-2014, 01:58 PM,
#16
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
Watchdog are you still farming in Texas ?
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04-09-2014, 03:56 PM,
#17
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
New news!

I decided to leave the cattle ranch in Texas. I learned a lot, but after 4 month of living with a narcissistic, money lusting, arrogant, God fearing asking Jesus for material wealth everyday couple I could take no more. So I got my stuff and started hitchhiking east on I-20 towards Shreveport.

My goal was to make it to the A-Cola Rainbow in Florida. I had 5 days to make it, so I stuck my thumb way out there and hoped for a ride. Took me about one hour and half for a guy to pick me up. He told me all about his gun trafficking past, money earning, and years spent in jail. He was crossing guns across to Mexico. He gave that up and is now jobless scrounging money for his two ex's and three kids. He was going to Louisiana to find work. He got me all the way to Lafayette.

It was dusk when he drop me off in Lafayette by the side of I-10 so I decided to find the nearest patch of woods to set up my hammock and tarp. Got up early the next morning on was back on the road. Only took me 30 mins for a van to pull up. Two guys looking sketchy told me to get in, and while I didn't feel it was a good idea, I did. Big mistake! They told me they were going east on I-10, but actually drove off the interstate into the city of Lafayette. They drove to a ghetto in the suburbs at my protest. Once in the ghetto they parked at the side of a building where several bums has gathered. They told me they needed to get some stuff before going east. Turns out that place was a popular meeting place to buy illicit drugs! I quickly became the talk of the morning, as various bums came over to the van to have a look a this white Canadian traveler... It was still early in the morning and I was shocked to see all these folks in needs of drugs, and drunk. Seems like they spent their days and nights drugged and drunk. What a like to live?!

How would I get out of this mess? Would I make it alive with all my gear? I decided to try using the Jedi mind trick that Obi wan Kenobi used in Star Wars at the bar on the guard to get inside without being searched. These bums were feeble minded so it should be easy to manipulate them. So in a loud voice so everyone could hear I told the driver ¨Hey man, you promised me that you'd drive me 50 miles east on I-10 this morning. What's going on! I thought you were a real man. A real man has honor and keeps his word. Right?¨. That was all that was needed, as he was now ¨check mate¨. If he didn't drive me he would lose face in front of all his mates, and since he probable owed money to some of them his word and promises was important to him. At least at that moment it was, since everyone were waiting to see if he had any honor. So he did what he needed to do: he drove back to I-10. Turns out he felt so bad he ended up giving 10$! :p

I has to walk a few miles to make it to an onramp. It's best to start there as it keeps the fuzz of your back. Took me about 30 minutes for ride to come and got me to Baton Rouge. I was doing good time, but the ride dropped me in the middle of the city. THat was where I learned that you should NEVER be dropped off in a big city, as you are then stuck; very difficult to get back to a hitchhiking place. I-10 in Baton Rouge is a narrow aboveground road with no roadside for cars to stop. While it is illegal to walk on this narrow roadside I had no choice. So I climbed up on the I-10 and walked east. I was going to walk until out of town hoping to find a good spot. Probably walked 3-5 miles that day with a 100 pound backpack. That took all I had. Sheeesh. That is when I learned I had too much gear!

That day a black man picked me up and drove me 10 miles from New Orleans. I was glad he was black, because I had just spend the last few hours wondering if racism in the US would prevent whites from picking up blacks and blacks picking up white hitchhikers. This man told me all about his boring life; 30 years old, no job, living at home with mom, addicted to porn. He asked me how he could quit his Internet porn addiction? I had become Dr. Ruth! I told him he had to work on his will. That he probably had no will at all. That will was like a muscle that needed training, and that he needed to start with small things for his will to grow strong. So we agreed he would only watch porn 5 days out of 7 for the next week. Then 4 days for next month, and then 3 for the next month, and so on. He also told me he wanted a girlfriend. So I asked him: ¨What kind of woman would want to have a fat boyfriend that was addicted to Internet porn?¨. I could see that I really hit a nerve, because the only answer to that question was: NO women at all, or a really trashy woman with low self esteem that he would not want to date! He ended up buying me food and giving me 20$. That was nice, because after all I am traveling without money. Smile

The next ride was the police! That's because the porn addicted fat black guy dropped my off on the interstate highway. Police told me it was illegal, as I faked not knowing. ¨I'm from Canada, I didn't know it was illegal. Have you ever been to Canada sir? Are you a Marshall, I heard you guys were really nice people? Another feeble minded person he was, as I had just flattered my way out and found a ride for another 20 miles east. He was going that way and decided to drop me off on an onramp.

Next ride was another black guy in a convertible white corvette. He went on and on telling me about his successful trucking business and how his name was Bernie. I kept telling him NOT to drop me off in any big cities. I was getting nervous because the Interstate was a very long bridge going over miles of Bayou. Where would I sleep, as there are no patches of forest; only water and alligators? Well, there would be no alligators for me as this f*cker dropped me off in a black ghetto in the city of New Orleans. Now I was in a right mess!

All I could think is: ¨How the f*ck will I get out of here and make it in time to the Rainbow gathering in Florida?¨. No need to say that I never made it! *$&$%$*#.

I got out of the ghetto when a latino young dude saw me and knew he had to drive me out of there. He was white and that's what connected us... Strange, but true, he drove me to the French Quarters seeing, and seeing that I'm french speaking for Canada that seemed like a good idea at the time. Confused

So there I was, no money, no food and clueless in New Orleans. But the place was packed with people! Turns out I was smack in the middle of Mardi Gras! What a trip that became, as I saw the most crazy party in the streets of the French Quarters. So I did like all the other moneyless travelers, I slept under the trolley bus shelter by the waterway, eat food left over by the tourists, and enjoyed the view. I met lots of really cool people out there! But what I recall the most is how people were drunk, the good music, bands marching in the streets, and how many heterosexual men took pleasure dressing like women... Strange thing this Mardi Gras thing.

Would I ever want to live in New Orlean? NEVER! The place is full of drunk homeless and druggies, and it seems like because of hurricane Katrina the city has become accustomed to having a broken down city, full of tourists roaming in a background of poverty. I couldn't wait to get out of there! It was a real challenge, and that's where I learned that hitchhiking is really about ¨Learning how to get unstuck from difficult situations¨.

So I made it out after 5 days of insanity when a ride took me to Ocean Springs, Mississippi. The couple who picked me up ended up inviting me over to their place. I stayed there for 7 days, which was nice because at that point I really needed a comfortable bed and good home cooked food. Ocean Springs is a really nice quiet town by the gulf with a nice beach. I spent my days meeting people and playing guitar. I stayed another 5 days sleeping in an abandoned garage trying to figure out my next move. Because I was not going to the Rainbow anymore I needed a plan.

Well, Life took take of my plans, as I met a man who convinced me to come with him sunday feast at an Ashram north of Gulf Port. Since I had told him of my farming and gardening skills he figured I could probably have room and board at the Ashram if I helped out at the farm. Well, well, well... Interesting proposition as I did need some quite time away from the insanity of big city life, and the challenges of living on the streets. This Ashram offered good food, a nice room, lots of meditation time, classes to learn about the Vedas, yoga, etc. As a guest all I needed was to take charge of the garden; three acres of weeds! But I don't mind the challenge of starting from scratch as I know how to plow, disk, till the land, seed, grow, mulch, compost, etc.

But how would it be living with Krishna Consciousness devotees in farm-Ashram community?

Well.. this is what you'll learn in my next post, as I've only been here for a few days. All I can say for now is that I have no intentions of converting. I walk on my own spiritual path, but I do enjoy learning new things and I've always wanted to know more about the Vedas. And I'll end by say thing; these people really know how to cook yummy Indian food!
Paix, Amour et Lumiere
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04-09-2014, 08:08 PM,
#18
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
(04-09-2014, 03:56 PM)Watchdog Wrote: New news!

I decided to leave the cattle ranch in Texas. I learned a lot, but after 4 month of living with a narcissistic, money lusting, arrogant, God fearing asking Jesus for material wealth everyday couple I could take no more. So I got my stuff and started hitchhiking east on I-20 towards Shreveport.

My goal was to make it to the A-Cola Rainbow in Florida. I had 5 days to make it, so I stuck my thumb way out there and hoped for a ride. Took me about one hour and half for a guy to pick me up. He told me all about his gun trafficking past, money earning, and years spent in jail. He was crossing guns across to Mexico. He gave that up and is now jobless scrounging money for his two ex's and three kids. He was going to Louisiana to find work. He got me all the way to Lafayette.

It was dusk when he drop me off in Lafayette by the side of I-10 so I decided to find the nearest patch of woods to set up my hammock and tarp. Got up early the next morning on was back on the road. Only took me 30 mins for a van to pull up. Two guys looking sketchy told me to get in, and while I didn't feel it was a good idea, I did. Big mistake! They told me they were going east on I-10, but actually drove off the interstate into the city of Lafayette. They drove to a ghetto in the suburbs at my protest. Once in the ghetto they parked at the side of a building where several bums has gathered. They told me they needed to get some stuff before going east. Turns out that place was a popular meeting place to buy illicit drugs! I quickly became the talk of the morning, as various bums came over to the van to have a look a this white Canadian traveler... It was still early in the morning and I was shocked to see all these folks in needs of drugs, and drunk. Seems like they spent their days and nights drugged and drunk. What a like to live?!

How would I get out of this mess? Would I make it alive with all my gear? I decided to try using the Jedi mind trick that Obi wan Kenobi used in Star Wars at the bar on the guard to get inside without being searched. These bums were feeble minded so it should be easy to manipulate them. So in a loud voice so everyone could hear I told the driver ¨Hey man, you promised me that you'd drive me 50 miles east on I-10 this morning. What's going on! I thought you were a real man. A real man has honor and keeps his word. Right?¨. That was all that was needed, as he was now ¨check mate¨. If he didn't drive me he would lose face in front of all his mates, and since he probable owed money to some of them his word and promises was important to him. At least at that moment it was, since everyone were waiting to see if he had any honor. So he did what he needed to do: he drove back to I-10. Turns out he felt so bad he ended up giving 10$! :p

I has to walk a few miles to make it to an onramp. It's best to start there as it keeps the fuzz of your back. Took me about 30 minutes for ride to come and got me to Baton Rouge. I was doing good time, but the ride dropped me in the middle of the city. THat was where I learned that you should NEVER be dropped off in a big city, as you are then stuck; very difficult to get back to a hitchhiking place. I-10 in Baton Rouge is a narrow aboveground road with no roadside for cars to stop. While it is illegal to walk on this narrow roadside I had no choice. So I climbed up on the I-10 and walked east. I was going to walk until out of town hoping to find a good spot. Probably walked 3-5 miles that day with a 100 pound backpack. That took all I had. Sheeesh. That is when I learned I had too much gear!

That day a black man picked me up and drove me 10 miles from New Orleans. I was glad he was black, because I had just spend the last few hours wondering if racism in the US would prevent whites from picking up blacks and blacks picking up white hitchhikers. This man told me all about his boring life; 30 years old, no job, living at home with mom, addicted to porn. He asked me how he could quit his Internet porn addiction? I had become Dr. Ruth! I told him he had to work on his will. That he probably had no will at all. That will was like a muscle that needed training, and that he needed to start with small things for his will to grow strong. So we agreed he would only watch porn 5 days out of 7 for the next week. Then 4 days for next month, and then 3 for the next month, and so on. He also told me he wanted a girlfriend. So I asked him: ¨What kind of woman would want to have a fat boyfriend that was addicted to Internet porn?¨. I could see that I really hit a nerve, because the only answer to that question was: NO women at all, or a really trashy woman with low self esteem that he would not want to date! He ended up buying me food and giving me 20$. That was nice, because after all I am traveling without money. Smile

The next ride was the police! That's because the porn addicted fat black guy dropped my off on the interstate highway. Police told me it was illegal, as I faked not knowing. ¨I'm from Canada, I didn't know it was illegal. Have you ever been to Canada sir? Are you a Marshall, I heard you guys were really nice people? Another feeble minded person he was, as I had just flattered my way out and found a ride for another 20 miles east. He was going that way and decided to drop me off on an onramp.

Next ride was another black guy in a convertible white corvette. He went on and on telling me about his successful trucking business and how his name was Bernie. I kept telling him NOT to drop me off in any big cities. I was getting nervous because the Interstate was a very long bridge going over miles of Bayou. Where would I sleep, as there are no patches of forest; only water and alligators? Well, there would be no alligators for me as this f*cker dropped me off in a black ghetto in the city of New Orleans. Now I was in a right mess!

All I could think is: ¨How the f*ck will I get out of here and make it in time to the Rainbow gathering in Florida?¨. No need to say that I never made it! *$&$%$*#.

I got out of the ghetto when a latino young dude saw me and knew he had to drive me out of there. He was white and that's what connected us... Strange, but true, he drove me to the French Quarters seeing, and seeing that I'm french speaking for Canada that seemed like a good idea at the time. Confused

So there I was, no money, no food and clueless in New Orleans. But the place was packed with people! Turns out I was smack in the middle of Mardi Gras! What a trip that became, as I saw the most crazy party in the streets of the French Quarters. So I did like all the other moneyless travelers, I slept under the trolley bus shelter by the waterway, eat food left over by the tourists, and enjoyed the view. I met lots of really cool people out there! But what I recall the most is how people were drunk, the good music, bands marching in the streets, and how many heterosexual men took pleasure dressing like women... Strange thing this Mardi Gras thing.

Would I ever want to live in New Orlean? NEVER! The place is full of drunk homeless and druggies, and it seems like because of hurricane Katrina the city has become accustomed to having a broken down city, full of tourists roaming in a background of poverty. I couldn't wait to get out of there! It was a real challenge, and that's where I learned that hitchhiking is really about ¨Learning how to get unstuck from difficult situations¨.

So I made it out after 5 days of insanity when a ride took me to Ocean Springs, Mississippi. The couple who picked me up ended up inviting me over to their place. I stayed there for 7 days, which was nice because at that point I really needed a comfortable bed and good home cooked food. Ocean Springs is a really nice quiet town by the gulf with a nice beach. I spent my days meeting people and playing guitar. I stayed another 5 days sleeping in an abandoned garage trying to figure out my next move. Because I was not going to the Rainbow anymore I needed a plan.

Well, Life took take of my plans, as I met a man who convinced me to come with him sunday feast at an Ashram north of Gulf Port. Since I had told him of my farming and gardening skills he figured I could probably have room and board at the Ashram if I helped out at the farm. Well, well, well... Interesting proposition as I did need some quite time away from the insanity of big city life, and the challenges of living on the streets. This Ashram offered good food, a nice room, lots of meditation time, classes to learn about the Vedas, yoga, etc. As a guest all I needed was to take charge of the garden; three acres of weeds! But I don't mind the challenge of starting from scratch as I know how to plow, disk, till the land, seed, grow, mulch, compost, etc.

But how would it be living with Krishna Consciousness devotees in farm-Ashram community?

Well.. this is what you'll learn in my next post, as I've only been here for a few days. All I can say for now is that I have no intentions of converting. I walk on my own spiritual path, but I do enjoy learning new things and I've always wanted to know more about the Vedas. And I'll end by say thing; these people really know how to cook yummy Indian food!

What a wonderful read that was. It was if I was seeing it all for myself. Writing a book ever cross your mind? Please continue the adventure, it sounds fascinating indeed.
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04-10-2014, 01:41 PM,
#19
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
Very cool Watchdog! I'm envious of your adventures.

New Orleans was a shit-hole long before Katrina. It's cool you landed there during Fat Tuesday celebrations.

How did the French language spoken in New Orleans compare to your Canadian French?

When I was a kid in Louisiana in the 70's they made us learn French during 1st - 6th grades. Years later when I tried to speak French to a French person in Austin, they laughed at me.
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05-03-2014, 03:08 AM, (This post was last modified: 05-03-2014, 03:22 AM by Watchdog.)
#20
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
Update: I decided to take STEROIDALs advice and write a book.

The process has begun.

Because I'm generous, here is the working framework (expect it to change):

TABLE OF CONTENT

A way out
The Rainbow family
Friends, freedom and food
Going west
Hippies, rednecks, and survivalists
Going to California
Texas, Jesus with a gun
Hitchhiking east
The streets of New Orleans
The gardens of Krishna

.
.
.


The rest of the book will write itself as I go on. At one point, I'll consolidate.
Paix, Amour et Lumiere
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05-03-2014, 11:25 AM,
#21
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
cool, put me on the pre-order list
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05-06-2014, 09:56 PM,
#22
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
(05-03-2014, 11:25 AM)Krise Wrote: cool, put me on the pre-order list

Ditto
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05-07-2014, 01:30 AM,
#23
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
(05-06-2014, 09:56 PM)Steroidal Wrote:
(05-03-2014, 11:25 AM)Krise Wrote: cool, put me on the pre-order list

Ditto

Me too ! Smile
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05-20-2014, 12:21 AM,
#24
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
Greetings earthings

On May 08, 2014 I decided to try a four day psilocybe cubensis experiment.

Well. I decided to prolong the experiment and I'm now on day 16.

I would preface this by saying to all the naysayers that claim that this is a waste of shrooms, a desecration of the psychedelic experience, a useless experiment that will lead to tolerance ,etc., to try it first then speak later. And to also recognize that we do not all respond the same to prolonged states of altered consciousness.

Now I must start by saying that I've not consumed every single day, but have taken 4 days of rest in the 14 days. I did 5 days straight, 2 off, 2 on, 3 off, and 3 on. Doses are hard to quantify, as I have taken both fresh and dry and have no scale. I would say I use about 7-10 mid size shrooms for every cup of tea, with a bit of honey, and take 2-3 cups per night.

Other modalities of my life: I don't smoke anything or drink alcohol, I sleep from midnight to 8 am, spend most of my days outdoors in nature, physically active, drink lots of water, eat vegetarian, drink lots of fresh raw milk with raw honey. Not sure how these contribute to the results of the trip, but I suspect having a healthy lifestyle is important to maintain overall health when doing such an extreme experiment. In other words, I probably wouldn't recommend doing such a sustained psychedelic experiment if someone's body couldn't recuperate quickly, or had a stressful existence, or everyday obligations that may conflict with being under a sustained altered state of consciousness.

And this brings me to exactly that; a sustained altered state of consciousness. The best way I can explain this is by comparing my thinking process as a wave where my consciousness of universal sacred awareness is going up and down along a smooth repetitive oscillation, but the amplitude (i.e. the peak deviation) is not steadily returning to the same base level (zero, for example) but slowing climbing. In other words, I have up and downs but the overall sine wave is climbing upward (the X axis is on a slope, rather than horizontal).

What this really means is that when I drink my tea at night I get a real big high, go back down during the day, back up at night, and down at day, but every day I don't go back down to the same level of consciousness as I had on day 1. So much so that I would venture to claim that now at day 15 while I'm writing this, my awareness is at a low, but this low closely related to the high of day 1, the weird inside nervousness and other physical side effects not withstanding. It's only the awareness of the mind I'm referring to here.

As far as the tolerance buildup goes, I'd say that it only occurs in the realm of the weird inside nervousness and other physical side effects,such as intense distorted visions, not the deep understanding of the oneness of existence and other lessons of sacredness of life that is learned through the psychedelic experience. I've noticed that during the day, the moment the ego has rebuilt itself, it doesn't have the same influence as it used to have on me. The ego is so strong that in normal day life it almost completely takes over and everything becomes a function of cultural programming and so on. In normal day life people, if they are lucky, will get small glimpses of the sacred consciousness at the deep experiential level, but these don't last long enough to influence everyday activities. Rather these activities are simply the manifested consequences of ego, or expected cultural obligations.

However, being under constant guidance of the mushroom it becomes possible to redefine the everyday activities and opt for a different manifestation of through upon matter. For example, I've been gardening for the last two months and when I now walk into the garden I now longer have the same understanding of what it is I'm actually doing out there. What was once a materialist activity of growing food crop now appears to be a perverted attempt of the ego to dominate nature to replace existence in space and time with another form of existence that don't necessarily fit in that place. What I used to see and call "weeds" have now become living entities that have the right of existence for which I strive to communicate with and learn about the sacredness of the plant world. I no long wish to kill these plants but work with them in the goal of sustain life, including human nutrition. And here is how it works: a plant that I used to pull out from the soil, kill and toss aside has now become food! It was my openness and the fall of my ego that brought me to identify this plant called "weed" to discover that it was actually wild mustard. And it turn out that the leaves of wild mustard are very nutritious and delicious, comparable to kale or spinach. This is a huge transformation of consciousness. It's a 180 degree turnaround regarding the nature of agriculture! I could go on regarding other profound realizations in this department, but I'm sure you get the drift.

Most all other areas of transformation deal with relationships. Understanding of relationships between human beings, human being with insects and other animals, with the cosmos, etc. When the ego falls, or takes a few steps back in a more permanent fashion, it become easier to have compassion and understanding of the difficulties that others are having around you. In other words, rather that judging others that may falter in the realm of expressing their sacred nature and living perverted lives like conditioned robots, I now see them as people struggling to move forward and doing so at their own pace. They may be walking around in circles, but something is motivating their movement, and this something is part of the evolution of the overall consciousness of the universe being. As a spiritual warrior my role is to remain steadfast in exploring the limits of my own consciousness and to manifest in the material world the lessons learned. Be the change you want to see, sort of speaking.

So I shall continue pushing forward in this mind blowing experiment, but will surly be cautious and pay attention to the needs of my physical, psychological, and spiritual bodies as I wouldn't want to overly stress them and damage their resilient capacity to sustain my overall health.

To finish with this post, I'd like to say that I'm entertaining the idea that one day I may reach a point where I no longer need the mushrooms to sustain the levels of consciousness that give me the sense of a permanent sacred existence. Only when I don't "fall down" anymore, shall I claim the right to travel unaccompanied. In the mean time I will use what nature provides to help me break the chains of my ego.

I shall report back in due time.
Paix, Amour et Lumiere
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05-20-2014, 08:13 AM,
#25
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
(05-20-2014, 12:21 AM)Watchdog Wrote: a plant that I used to pull out from the soil, kill and toss aside has now become food! It was my openness and the fall of my ego that brought me to identify this plant called "weed" to discover that it was actually wild mustard. And it turn out that the leaves of wild mustard are very nutritious and delicious, comparable to kale or spinach.

Interesting. Double bonus!

(05-20-2014, 12:21 AM)Watchdog Wrote: When the ego falls, or takes a few steps back in a more permanent fashion, it become easier to have compassion and understanding of the difficulties that others are having around you. In other words, rather that judging others that may falter in the realm of expressing their sacred nature and living perverted lives like conditioned robots, I now see them as people struggling to move forward and doing so at their own pace.

Easily the biggest gift psychedelics taught me was the ability to see the world far more objectively, IOW to take ego out of the question. It is essential for people to have a very keen sense of self and not self in order to even understand what questions to ask when trying to figure stuff out.

I'm not claiming I'm an animal psychic, but I do believe that I take an approach to them that they understand and therefore will interact with me accordingly, and usually within seconds of first meeting them. I'm basically silently asking them how the are. I think they sense this and will tell me in whatever ways they can. A channel of communication can open up right away that people who've owned these animals for years might have never had. I attribute this skill to my formerly frequent psychedelic use.

It seems like you are pretty grounded when you partake, but you need to keep an ear to your inner thoughts while dosed. I've seen too many people get weird ideas planted in their heads because they spent too much time over analyzing stuff, and not enough time interacting with others. It doesn't sound like you are though...

(05-20-2014, 12:21 AM)Watchdog Wrote: I shall report back in due time.

Looking forward to it!
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05-31-2014, 08:35 PM,
#26
RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
Hello.

Yesterday night I decided to take what Terence McKenna calls a heroic dose of P. Cubensis. I really needed to do something rash since I'd been experimenting with eating mushrooms on a regular basis for the last three weeks (see my other post), and my body was getting accustom to the alkaloids. My trips were not as intense as in the beginning; however other long-term lasting effects like quasi constant cosmic awareness is well worth the trade-off of not buzzing in strange ways.

In any case, I was resolved to dive even deeper into the psychedelic rabbit hole than ever in hopes of learning something new, something the mushrooms could reveal to only those courageous enough to unleash the cosmic giggle through the taking of heroic doses.

My heroic dose would be 150 grams of freshly collected cubes steeped for 30 minutes in a mint and freshly squeezed orange juice tea with a bit of raw unpasteurized honey. I was going to take this after 6 hours of fasting at approximately sunset, so I could sit down in totally darkness and surrender to the experience. So I got the ingredients (everything freshly collected from nature), prepared the tea and drank it till the last drop. It made two cups that tasted really nice.

Before I get into the details of the trip I'd like to talk about the heroic dose. 150 grams may seem like an insane amount, but I'd like to say this: I collected the mushrooms from the cow pasture after three days of rain, and it was pouring down rain when I was out there doing the deed. These mushrooms were gorged with water, dripping with water, fully erect grown out of cow dung in a deluge of of water. So when we talk about "fresh mushrooms", we can't have anything fresher than this. And as such, we must understand that the water content of these mushrooms must of been at the maximum amount possible. Which brings us to the concept of "dried mushrooms", because if you're like me you have not recognized the sliding scale that exists between what we call fresh and dried? As such, perfectly dried mushroom would have a zero (0) content of water, if that is even possible. And this leads us to the relativity of discussion between us when we talk about the dosage of mushrooms we ingest (i.e. how do we know if they were 100% saturated with water VS 0% water). And I have not even gotten into the alkaloid content of the mushrooms via according to days since flushing, and all other aspects of the expression of the mycelium. So I guess what I'm trying to say here is that 150 grams of fresh, may not be so much as you would think it is, but nevertheless is heroic.

Now for the trip:


When it kicked in, it kicked in hard. I remember being overwhelmed and scared. While I had been taking shrooms on a regular basis and have slain the beast, sort to speak, I know that 150 grams was pushing the limits. So I did the only thing I could; I tried to convince myself that the dose was not that great, because of the water content, the rain, and all that, and in order to ground myself I started chanting. I learned somewhere that when you are losing your mind, chanting will bring you back into a familiar place. So I did exactly that, I chanted. Now, my form of chanting is called throat singing. I provided for you an example for you at this link (the whistling part is what I do):

http://www.youtube.co/watch?v=DY1pcEtHI_w


After I was done chanting, the first thing I remember was seeing gray images moving in the darkness in front of me, with music that I can't quite remember the melody. I felt like the images were in reality faces moving about, floating in front of my eyes as if they were observing me, like a greeting party, so I greeted them back. This did not last very long and the next thing that happened was more a physical transformation in my body.

At that point I was lying down on the bed and I felt like my body was being pull to the left, made of plastic and being stretched a few inches outside. Then it would freak me out so I would pull it back, demanding it to come back, so it would then shift to the right. I then felt a tingling and numbing effect taking over my feet, then my legs, then every part of my body was being invaded by something indescribable that was working deep with the physical realms of matter itself. At first I was afraid, but while it was happening I got a profound sense of it being a healing process. So I surrendered to it.


The best way I can describe what I felt is that some entities, that I'd met at the beginning, were working on my body to disintegrate its molecular structure. Indeed, I was actually disappearing from the material world, and what was left behind was transparent. But yet, an energetic structure was left behind. Sort of like a memory of the location of my body, a place holder that served to attract matter back so that when the time was right my physical body could manifest again into the material realm. I'd never felt anything like that, and it took me a while after the trip to make sense of it all. I now suspect that our physical bodies are not fixed in space and time as we think the are.

In fact, we probably constantly go through the process of disintegration and reintegration, but in such a small time lapses that it is unnoticeable. Sort of like when we look at a bicycle wheel in motion. We can only see a solid object in the middle of the wheel, not the spokes. But when the wheel stops rotating we see that it is not a solid object, but a collection of spokes. So what this means is that if we could stop time, we could either see our bodies or see nothing at all depending on the moment time was halted. At one instant we see nothing and another we see the material body. And I guess this is what spiritual or occult knowledge has been saying all along: we are made of light and that we are not this body. And I also suspect that this is how we can actually time travel or how our consciousness can travel great distances.


The rest of the trip is indescribable, or at least I simply can't remember all the details. It was a series of me asking questions and getting answers in the form of mental images.

I also remember going outside for a walk in the garden to look at the plants and the stars in the sky. I remember feeling part of the universe and that it would possible to merge back into it whenever I wanted. I think taking this heroic dose changed my confidence in the powers we have to reconnect with the cosmic being whenever we desire. I suspect we don't really try very hard enough when we are sober, because we don't really believe that we actually can accomplish such extraordinary feats.

What I take from this trip, and will try to integrate in my life, is to really put in a solid effort when trying to free myself from the veils that prevent me from extracting my consciousness from the chains of the material body and its ego. That I can do all the amazing mystical things that have been talked about, like astral voyages, energetic healing, communicating with other non-corporal beings, etc. I think we have much more degrees of freedom that we believe we have, that our beliefs are exactly what keeps us from reaching higher states of consciousness, and experiencing extraordinary things.

Finally, I'll end by saying that I'm doing great today even if I didn't sleep more than five hours last night. No fog brain, no physical ailment, no confusion, no bad side-effects, etc. This is the nice thing about psychedelic mushrooms, they don't leave you with a hang over, even after taking heroic doses. Well, it could just be because I took it in the form of a tea, or that because I've slain that beast and I'm used to traveling weird places freed from my ego, sort to speak.

I feel healed and refreshed. However, I will take a break and collect my thoughts for a few days, before I think of doing that again. But I will...
Paix, Amour et Lumiere
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06-28-2014, 02:00 AM,
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RE: Traveling in the US - Any tips plz?
For your information...

My book is being created efficiently.

As you know it concerns my spiritual quest and things occurring in my travelling without money with a great desire to find this thing people call "God".

Know this: I have found the object to write the last chapter of my book. Because you have been following the process I will share this with you:

The book starts with the goal of finding God and ends with God findin me !!! Everything inside is a question of how I got there, funny stories and deep deep, very deep insights that I shall convey to those reading the book.

I end this post by saying that I love you all, and that you should also love yourself more than you do; I have been told that you are so very beautiful, but don't know it... There is only one thing important in your life and it is to grow in consciousness. The growth process comes from the power of Love. Love yourself first and then extend Love to others that need healing.

My book will explain this and much more...
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