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I guess a continuation… smoking powdered Amanita with plain leaf Salvia, and it’s impact on dreaming. Too early I guess to proclaim being over the moon with results at this stage, but as much as I can be allowed to feel it, that’s how I feel. A tentative validation is in receiving the same response from B. Having smoked the blend about five times now over two or three weeks, there have been a few remarkable dreams, and a generally improved ability at dream recollection. Dreams seem to be having a different kind of atmosphere as well, weirder, but not off the wall weird.
I had an experience last night that convinced me of the potential of this blend, it will be interesting to see where this goes going forward. It started off with me sort of returning to consciousness after having been asleep, and not quite allowing myself to return completely, to remain sort of detached and relaxed, floating in a kind of reverie. To help with this I focused on my breath for a while. After focusing on it for a while I was able to kind of induce a kind of feeling of my body, a not feeling it feeling, as if it were not there. There was something about breathing in a way that made it feel like the body did not exist.
At some point I was in a dream that did not feel like a dream. Like whatever it was I was doing was being done in that place as if it was reality. What I was trying to do there was similar to what I was doing in reality proper. Trying to induce an exit from myself; astral project. The environment there was similar to here, I was in bed sleeping next to B, but not in a house like we are in now, it was more like an apartment on an elevated floor in some kind of residential building.
There was something going on there, some kind of situation, I could here a song playing, Whitney Houston maybe, I wanted it softer or turned off altogether because I found it distracting. Also something to do with the power being off, I had a sense of candlelight coming from the window of another apartment. And also, at some point the memory of trying to switch the lights on and them not working.
In my dream bed trying to exit from my body by feeling it levitate I realize I am levitating, and think this is not right, the exit I desire is not meant to result in a physical levitation. I kind of float back down and try again but this time to feel something inside of me levitate instead of doing it in “reality”. There is something going on about heavy breathing, maybe worried that it will disturb B’s sleep, and feeling reassured because she seems to be breathing heavily as well.
It does happen, I can feel a separation, something inside of me floating outside of my dream body. Because I am lying on my back it is the opposite wall that is the floor and I can see it a few meters beneath me. I feel really heavy, somewhere in my mind I’m thinking this has to do with close proximity, that it will feel lighter if I can get further. I wonder a bit about feeling energy and it comes, an electric feeling spreading throughout my fingertips, hands maybe. Maybe I am processing too much information because I start to feel myself returning to consciousness, and so I remember what was just happening.
Afterwards there was a bit of like a recalibration thing going on, feeling pleased at what had just happened, great joy at being able to remember it all, and a sense of conviction that we had a winning formula in the blend being used. That it would only be a question of time and a bit of persistence before finally managing to learn the fine art of astral projecting. I can feel myself starting to consider what the implications of this might be.
I had an experience last night that convinced me of the potential of this blend, it will be interesting to see where this goes going forward. It started off with me sort of returning to consciousness after having been asleep, and not quite allowing myself to return completely, to remain sort of detached and relaxed, floating in a kind of reverie. To help with this I focused on my breath for a while. After focusing on it for a while I was able to kind of induce a kind of feeling of my body, a not feeling it feeling, as if it were not there. There was something about breathing in a way that made it feel like the body did not exist.
At some point I was in a dream that did not feel like a dream. Like whatever it was I was doing was being done in that place as if it was reality. What I was trying to do there was similar to what I was doing in reality proper. Trying to induce an exit from myself; astral project. The environment there was similar to here, I was in bed sleeping next to B, but not in a house like we are in now, it was more like an apartment on an elevated floor in some kind of residential building.
There was something going on there, some kind of situation, I could here a song playing, Whitney Houston maybe, I wanted it softer or turned off altogether because I found it distracting. Also something to do with the power being off, I had a sense of candlelight coming from the window of another apartment. And also, at some point the memory of trying to switch the lights on and them not working.
In my dream bed trying to exit from my body by feeling it levitate I realize I am levitating, and think this is not right, the exit I desire is not meant to result in a physical levitation. I kind of float back down and try again but this time to feel something inside of me levitate instead of doing it in “reality”. There is something going on about heavy breathing, maybe worried that it will disturb B’s sleep, and feeling reassured because she seems to be breathing heavily as well.
It does happen, I can feel a separation, something inside of me floating outside of my dream body. Because I am lying on my back it is the opposite wall that is the floor and I can see it a few meters beneath me. I feel really heavy, somewhere in my mind I’m thinking this has to do with close proximity, that it will feel lighter if I can get further. I wonder a bit about feeling energy and it comes, an electric feeling spreading throughout my fingertips, hands maybe. Maybe I am processing too much information because I start to feel myself returning to consciousness, and so I remember what was just happening.
Afterwards there was a bit of like a recalibration thing going on, feeling pleased at what had just happened, great joy at being able to remember it all, and a sense of conviction that we had a winning formula in the blend being used. That it would only be a question of time and a bit of persistence before finally managing to learn the fine art of astral projecting. I can feel myself starting to consider what the implications of this might be.