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Feels like forever since I’ve had any significant success at dream recollection. In what can best be described as something that blew up in my face, using Salvia x10 extract whilst goofed seemed to result in the exact opposite of what was sought, leaving me high and dry instead of with a dreamlife that was renewed and reinvigorated. At that point I had managed to establish frequent recollection of lackluster dreams that were missing the so-called “x factor”.
About 2 weeks ago I started to work with some Amanita we found out here. Apart from the traditional tea and drinking of urine part of it, there is talk of being able to get effects from smoking it. I smoked it on 3 occasions recently, so far the preferred preparation is to mix it in powdered form with crushed Salvia (plain leaf) in a spliff. Plain leaf Salvia by itself does not seem to produce any significant effects for me. The light burning leaf seemed to be a good choice as a carrier for the heavier burning powdered Amanita. I have yet to try making a smokeable resin from the plant material by mixing it with alcohol and evaporating.
The smoke does make me feel a bit stoned, but isn’t as intense for me as MJ is. But a possible and most welcome side effect appears to have manifested after falling asleep – impacting on my dreams/ dream recollection. Here’s a little one I had called “Significator”. (One who, or that which, signifies. In this diagram there was one significator which pressed remarkably upon our astrologer's attention. - Sir W. Scott.). I guess it’s relevant because I bought a Tarot card deck earlier that night. Well, cashed in a gift voucher really, which I got way back in February. Around about the same time as when my dream life took a nose dive…
I’m in the nature, on a hike, there’s a mountain, veld. I set up a circle for ceremony somewhere close to a large bush maybe, not quite a tree. I light up a smudge stick, creating sacred space etc. Then commence with drumming to journey. The sound of the drum goes weird, the tempo increases impossibly, I think it’s thanks to an electronic intervention or something? It starts going so fast it’s less of a tempo now, more of a droning. The smoke goes weird as well, not disappearing, it creates a mist that envelopes everything. I’m dancing now (well, sort of) in my circle, the native American Indian chants from one of those Sacred Spirit cd tracks fills my ears.
Sound is something that gets messed with when you smoke this stuff.
I can hear voices now, people approaching. I start to gather my stuff, wanting to avoid any awkward encounters. I had my smudge stick, and that which I used to beat the drum with, some third thing as well. But it’s too late, the group of people are upon me. The protective cloak of smoke has vanished, everything is alarmingly clear. I have no shirt on, I absently note that my body looks different to how it looks usually. As odd as things appear I decide to just greet them as they pass. They are young woman, American maybe, tourists. They pass and sort of double back above me, as the path sort of bends that way going forward. They stop there and marvel at something going on in the distance, a leopard is chasing two wildebeest…
At first this is an awesome spectacle to behold. Everyone is quite impressed. There doesn’t seem to be a need for fear, this does not feel like it is near. But then the buck dart towards us and before we know it they are here, with the leopard in tow, she turns on us now. The girls huddle in a group, I try herd them towards the face of a large flat rock, backs towards it we might stand a chance to fight the wild animal off. One of the girls get singled out by the large cat, she has a bit of a run in with it. I am overcome by an instinctual protective urge and intervene…
The stick I use to beat the drum with becomes a much more solid thing, an adequate weapon, quite capable of inflicting a great deal of damage. I parley with the beast, there’s a moment a look in it’s eyes seems familiar, and a moment of feeling recognition. I return it’s lunges at me with swipes at it’s muzzle with my weapon. I can see she’s getting hurt. Eventually my defense becomes an offense, and I think this continued until she was dead. No more a threat I return to the girls and check that they are alright. I hug the one that was singled out and tell her she must hike more and loose weight. It was more a lighthearted thing than demeaning.
There was something about needing to do something to respect the spirit of the deceased leopard… I woke up and felt like this was a profound dream, and grateful for whatever it was that was responsible for it. I was convinced that the experience was some kind of initiation.
About 2 weeks ago I started to work with some Amanita we found out here. Apart from the traditional tea and drinking of urine part of it, there is talk of being able to get effects from smoking it. I smoked it on 3 occasions recently, so far the preferred preparation is to mix it in powdered form with crushed Salvia (plain leaf) in a spliff. Plain leaf Salvia by itself does not seem to produce any significant effects for me. The light burning leaf seemed to be a good choice as a carrier for the heavier burning powdered Amanita. I have yet to try making a smokeable resin from the plant material by mixing it with alcohol and evaporating.
The smoke does make me feel a bit stoned, but isn’t as intense for me as MJ is. But a possible and most welcome side effect appears to have manifested after falling asleep – impacting on my dreams/ dream recollection. Here’s a little one I had called “Significator”. (One who, or that which, signifies. In this diagram there was one significator which pressed remarkably upon our astrologer's attention. - Sir W. Scott.). I guess it’s relevant because I bought a Tarot card deck earlier that night. Well, cashed in a gift voucher really, which I got way back in February. Around about the same time as when my dream life took a nose dive…
I’m in the nature, on a hike, there’s a mountain, veld. I set up a circle for ceremony somewhere close to a large bush maybe, not quite a tree. I light up a smudge stick, creating sacred space etc. Then commence with drumming to journey. The sound of the drum goes weird, the tempo increases impossibly, I think it’s thanks to an electronic intervention or something? It starts going so fast it’s less of a tempo now, more of a droning. The smoke goes weird as well, not disappearing, it creates a mist that envelopes everything. I’m dancing now (well, sort of) in my circle, the native American Indian chants from one of those Sacred Spirit cd tracks fills my ears.
Sound is something that gets messed with when you smoke this stuff.
I can hear voices now, people approaching. I start to gather my stuff, wanting to avoid any awkward encounters. I had my smudge stick, and that which I used to beat the drum with, some third thing as well. But it’s too late, the group of people are upon me. The protective cloak of smoke has vanished, everything is alarmingly clear. I have no shirt on, I absently note that my body looks different to how it looks usually. As odd as things appear I decide to just greet them as they pass. They are young woman, American maybe, tourists. They pass and sort of double back above me, as the path sort of bends that way going forward. They stop there and marvel at something going on in the distance, a leopard is chasing two wildebeest…
At first this is an awesome spectacle to behold. Everyone is quite impressed. There doesn’t seem to be a need for fear, this does not feel like it is near. But then the buck dart towards us and before we know it they are here, with the leopard in tow, she turns on us now. The girls huddle in a group, I try herd them towards the face of a large flat rock, backs towards it we might stand a chance to fight the wild animal off. One of the girls get singled out by the large cat, she has a bit of a run in with it. I am overcome by an instinctual protective urge and intervene…
The stick I use to beat the drum with becomes a much more solid thing, an adequate weapon, quite capable of inflicting a great deal of damage. I parley with the beast, there’s a moment a look in it’s eyes seems familiar, and a moment of feeling recognition. I return it’s lunges at me with swipes at it’s muzzle with my weapon. I can see she’s getting hurt. Eventually my defense becomes an offense, and I think this continued until she was dead. No more a threat I return to the girls and check that they are alright. I hug the one that was singled out and tell her she must hike more and loose weight. It was more a lighthearted thing than demeaning.
There was something about needing to do something to respect the spirit of the deceased leopard… I woke up and felt like this was a profound dream, and grateful for whatever it was that was responsible for it. I was convinced that the experience was some kind of initiation.