Omnisentience

The veil of Maya, lifted

Substances: 2C-T-7, Ketamine, Psilocybe cubensis

"If it were not for the protection of Maya... you would see that I am all things, but that would be a very difficult vision for your soul to endure... if you were not properly prepared."

A series of synchronicities had led me to a page with the above quote. Those words have been echoing throughout my psyche ever since-- I knew it before I read it, but seeing the concept made tangible into such a simple sentence seemed to etch the words into my mind with a laser.

It had been about a week since my last session with 2C-T-7 and K. I had been conducting a series of experiments with this combination, which I consider it to be quite possibly the ultimate tool for lifting the veil of Maya, exposing the All as a deceptively simple Truth defying the human concepts of good and evil, life and death, heaven and hell. The same can be said for all entheogens, but I hold this combination in particular affinity. This time, the decision to trip was an inpromptu one-- I just felt a spontaneous need to "plug in" to the Brahman consciousness and neuroatomic thought circuit which I have come to hold in such great awe.

I did not take the time to weigh the materials, but in retrospect, I wish I would have. I own a scale, it was just sheer laziness. I also dosed in an unusual chronological fashion- usually I wait and take the K last, this time I took it first. Approximately 100mg of K was "tooted", and about an hour later 15 mg of T7 was "snuffed". (By "tooting", I mean that I insufflated it with a cut-off straw, like how people do cocaine in the movies. By "snuffed", I mean that I touched the tip of my pinky finger to the material to pick it up, and then held the tip of my pinky up to my nasal passage and inhaled. This seemed to be slightly less effective, although it did do the job and was noteably less painful than tooting T7.) At this point, the thought of combining mushrooms to the experience had not yet occurred to me.

The effects set in and I went about my usual meditations and chants. Usually when I close my eyes in this mindstate, I can see the outlines, or gestalts, of beings, places and objects. This time it was different. When I closed my eyes, expecting to see the usual imagery, there was a very bright flare emanating from a single point. It looked like a lens flare, although much more complex. The flare itself was alive and dancing with an energy of its own. Sometimes this point would seperate and there would be several points of light arranged in a row, aligned vertically, each having slightly different brightness and other characteristics, but these would always end up merging back in to a single point. I will let the experienced reader interpret this vision as they will- the meaning is so obvious to me that explanation would mar its elegance.

I began to think about the nature of physical matter. My thoughts led me to the molecular structure of rock. This perfect crystalline structure will surely stand the test of time- falling back into the chaos of creation only at such time as our star expands/explodes, our planet turns itself inside-out, or the Universe ends. If matter is truly conscious at the atomic level, which I believe it is, then rock must be a supergenius. A metaphorical analogy I like to make is that if you can hold yourself together and stay as still as a rock, you will be able to weather any psychedelic shitstorm the Universe throws at you.

The human biocomputer (brain), by contrast, is not a perfect crystalline structure and is hardly as "solid-state" as rock. Any structures or connections you erect in your psyche require constant care and maintenance, lest they will give way to entropy rather quickly. This is not to be confused with the universal consciousness and immutable higher mind which we all share. I look at the biocomputer as being our body's immediate "user interface" to this higher mind.

A series of visions came to me. Rather than appearing in an obscured and gestalted manner, the places I were about to visit were as real as the waking reality we all experience. The colors, sounds, smells, everything was as if I were actually there-- I was fully engaged in this virtual reality. Behind my closed eyelids, I now saw a small pond, with very still water. There were lilly pads, pussy willows, a floral scent. There was a smallish pagoda or gazebo overlooking the pond, and the still waters of the pond acted as a slightly rippling mirror to this structure. There was a subtle and pleasant breeze. A warm, sunny day, with the presence of birds, fish, and other life, and wispy clouds in the sky. Lush vegetation and tall trees surrounded the pond and pagoda, providing a nice shade. I have never been to this place physically, but I hope some day I find it. It was very serene, and as I experienced this place I felt at complete peace within myself. The vision dissolved, and a new one took its place. A single mushroom, floating in the air, in front of what looked like a sunset or sunrise. A slightly rippling reflection of the mushroom was visible in a body of water just below it. To the left and right were majestic clouds and mountains. This was a very powerful vision, which I feel was a gift. I was in samadhi and satori.

Was I rocksteady? Is the life-supporting illusion I have created for myself in this life a valid one? The mushroom had called, and it was my turn to answer. I soon found myself brewing up some Psilocybe cubensis var. B+ tea, using about 3 grams of shrooms. I lit some incense, which gave off a steady and consistent stream of smoke, rising into a miniature mushroom cloud. Everywhere I looked, I saw the sacred physical form of the mushroom manifesting itself in some way or another. The tea sufficiently steeped, and I drank up, not bothering with a second extraction. Also, I did not add any other flavorings or sweetener, as I usually do-- I have gone to great lengths to mask the taste of the mushroom in the past. This time, the taste and smell was familiar, comforting, and not unpleasant. I embraced it, drank it slowly, and savored it. My body was saturated with the essense of the mushroom now- I could taste it, smell it, and feel it intertwining with my being on every level, growing through me in much the same way that mycelium colonizes substrate.

Back into a meditative posture... more light. No aliens, insectoid thought probes, little clowns, there was only pure radiant light. It started from a single point, then flaring out and enveloping me whole. Warmth, pure radiating white, pulsating heat. Physically I feel alive, warm, energetic, happy. Somewhere in there I lost myself and became the light. Maybe I merged with it, maybe I was the light all along, but the perception of the light being something other than me ended, and I was light. Bursts of warm energy bombard me from all sides, a shower of raw energy.

This was quite possibly the most immediately rewarding experience I have ever had with the mushroom. This strikes me as amusing, considering that D.M. Turner and others have spoken negatively of combining shrooms with K. Throughout the experience, the effects of the three different drugs were quite apparent. At times they bled into one another, but the 7, K, and shrooms all seemed to be playing nicely. The mushroom called to my attention a number of things in my life which have been negatively impacting me, due to habitual and/or mindless use. One primary idea that was present throughout the entire voyage was the need to do things mindfully. If you are not consciously aware of each and every action you make, you are basically sleeping. Every breath, step, keystroke, thought, word, and deed should be the result of a conscious decision, not a subconscious reaction... think about it.

I had a disagreement with some loved ones upon comedown, and ended up going to sleep that morning somewhat pissed off-- the fact that this happens boggles me still today, I should have had the presence of mind to avoid this conflict. For what it's worth, I was sleep deprived and not functioning at peak mental performance by the end of the trip. I certainly was not being mindful at the time-- it can be hard to remember, but I am trying, and I am learning. There is no just cause for mindlessly destructive behavior.

This combo was exactly what I needed, exactly when I needed it. I do not recommend it for anyone else, and I do not imagine ever exploring this particular avenue again. The lessons learned and the imagery I experienced will remain an influential part of my memories for the rest of my life. The vision of the still pond will provide me with a convenient mental spot I can create for myself when I need to foster some inner peace.

Over and out, space cadets