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November 8th, 2008 at 7:30pm

I am craving some psychedelics.  I feel that they are a spiritual experience and come to you when you are meant to have them.  It's been since September 2006 since I last tripped.  I feel that it is time.  I also feel that the higher power/creator force delivers it when it is NEEDED in your life, so I must sit and wait and wait for when the time is *right.*  I feel that it is coming soon, however.

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September 15th, 2008 at 7:02pm



Blues4Kali- A Cult Classic for the End Times [Friday
January 26th, 2007 at 7:11am

[ mood | indescribable ]

What will Winter Solstice bring in

...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!

Reality Exchange Program

"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."

Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?

Captain, my ass. We are equal in this sea of madness.

That iceberg is looking awfully big.

New Age Metaphysical Books

Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first place. Jesus saves. Christ. What a loser.

Kali kills first, and recycles later.

Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound.

"What the...?"

*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.

*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.

*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy carrying telepathic priestesses.

*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision...and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.

*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.

*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.

*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.

*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.

*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.

All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.

Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and
rock and roll.Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.

Welcome to the End Times. Kali awaits. She already knows who you are.

Do you?

The 21st century counterculture is even weirder than it appears on the surface. This is not your mommy’s MTV Road Rules. Satire Parody and Humor.

Ride along on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy, and Deva, let you in on what they learned when they asked what It was really all about, after all.

Become them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity and awaken yourself to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!

Science Fiction Novel Blues 4 Kali


trip report [Saturday
December 16th, 2006 at 10:00pm

this is my first trip report i've ever really done. the only reason that i'm writing it is because it's a trip that i feel worth reporting due to my first paranormal experience while on DXM. i've been dexing for the past 4 years, been on up to 2000mg's and nothing like this has ever EVER happened.

weight: 220lb
sex: male
age: 19
dosage: 00:00 - 1062mg's, 02:15 - 354mg's
net dosage: 1416mg's
source: CVS brand Max Strength Cough Syrup (16oz's)

10:15pm - Drank one 8oz bottle of and one 4oz bottle of Cough Syrup for a total of 1062mg's on an empty stomach. I have a very hard time drinking cough syrup, so it took me about 10 minutes to get it all down, I can't guzzle two 8oz's at the same time like I used to. Slowly but surely, I got them down, then I brushed my teeth, guzzled some mouth wash, spit in the toilet, and I was good to go. They did not sit easy in my stomach, so I drank a glass of milk as well. This is my technique for getting it down and keeping it down.

Nothing interesting happened for the next couple hours. The usual, start feeling different, it comes on in waves, I sit in front of the computer with some cool music on and feel happy. Around midnight I am feeling very dissociated from my first dose, something strange was happening to my thought process, I began thinking of myself as at least one other person, a female. I said in my mind that she needs to go get the other bottle from my room and drink it outside then throw it into the woods. Very good, I do so. I open up the door to my room, which is pitch black, and I immeadiately have to turn on the light, otherwise I would become completely engulfed in the geometric hallucinations.

I walk outside with my walking stick and a lit cigarette, make my way into the woods, stand in the middle of my fire pit, and slam another 4oz bottle of cough syrup, then throw the bottle behind me into the trees. Whenever I am on a high dose and I redose, I usually remember drinking the next bottle and after that it's pretty much a black out. Same type deal here, the next thing I remember is going back into the computer room.

Ok so nothing really worth reporting so far, sorry guys, but here's where it starts getting interesting. I'm sitting on the computer, doing my thing, when somehow I feel like the computer is trying to communicate with my. In my dissociation, I start associating how I feel with what is happening on the computer. Whenever I look at an imagine on the computer, it is like a movie, when I can see anything due to the world kinda skipping and swirling around, the pictures on the computer are moving. Everything looks very crowded and busy. I start feeling artistic, so I grab some markers and I draw this picture:

on backside: On The Beaks of Eagles

By now it is 1:00am. I decide to head into my room to do some things. I walk through the hallway, open the door, and BAM!

Now I am completely dissociated. I cannot feel my body, I cannot feel my breathing, I can't feel anything. I am not in my body, I cannot communicate with it. What I can see (and at this point I can't tell you if my eyes were closed or opened) is a bunch of what I would call shadows. I sense as if I am being catapulted through other dimensions. I enter one, and everything appears one way, then I break through that one into another one and that one is completely different. Everything is alive and moving, I sense that there are other intelligent forms around me, most of them do not notice me, or reguard me indifferently. I am still able to tell that this is drug induced, I am aware that I created this by drinking the cough syrup, but I am still very eager to communicate with my enviroment, but I cannot move. After what seemed like hours of moving in and out of different "layers" I come to one final layer which is pitch black. Now there are no other "forms" around me, I am all alone.

At this point, I believe that I am dead and have left my body and that this is the spirit realm. I am not scared, but a little disappointed because there are still things that I want to do with my life. After this thought comes, a grey vortex appears in front of me, which the blackness that I am surrounded by spirals around it. I reach out and try to touch the vortex, the air around me is difficult to move, sort of like being underwater and moving your arms through the water. Now I notice something forming to my right. Slowly, it takes form, and it looks like what I can only describe as a fat black lady. It communicates with me that her name is Adrianna and then I become aware that she wants to show things to me. I do not have any mental resistance, I just let whatever comes come.

I feel as if I am falling back through the layers. I stop at a place where there are what looks like a bunch of white squares resembling chairs in front of me. I don't remember what else happened. I fall out of these hallucinations altogether, and I am on my hands and knees on the floor of my bedroom, not very far from the door, which is still open. I look over to my clock, and it reads 2:59. I had spent the last 2 hours either laying down or on my hands and knees in my room, completely dissociated. The first thing I notice is the way my head feels. It doesn't feel like it does normally when I trip, it feels like it was overloaded and a little burnt out, like a heavy, blank feeling. I blame this on the ratio of DXM:DXO and crawl up into my bed.

For the next hour, I am taken back through the layers, being led by Adrianna. I will float up through them, then fall back down and become aware of my body again. I can recall when I became aware that my body felt very long, but my legs felt very, very short. The last encounter I had with Adrianna, I feel back out of the layers and I repeated, "now you know why they have to stop." Sorry guys, I don't remember why they have to stop or who they is, but if I find out, I will tell you.

The rest is just sort of ordinary, hallucinations blah blah blah I fall asleep at 6:00am.
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Hey Guys!!! [Monday
September 18th, 2006 at 2:23am

[ mood | bored ]

Here are a couple of promo banners!!  Please promote, K?


Aloha, all! [Saturday
September 9th, 2006 at 10:45pm

[ mood | curious ]

Aloha, all!

I joined this community because I think it would be wonderful to hear about the experiences of others, and I'm also curious as all get-out. There's so much that I'd like to explore, but quite frankly, I'm not sure I have the mindset for it. You see, I've always viewed things like cannabis, pysilocibin, peyote and other substances as medicines and tools.

This was reinforced even more after I read the Carlos Castaneda series of books. The thought of meeting Peyote during an experience actually frightens me, somewhat. How would I see myself? How would I be judged by Mescalito? Would they be a kind and gentle, or a harsh and brutal teacher? Would they guide me or break me?

I don't even wanna think about what would happen if I were to meet Little Smoke (psyilocibin mixture). It almost killed Carlos more than once, and Datura tried to mess him up too.

The thing of it is, in the later books, Don Juan explains to Carlos that those drugs were necessary to destroy certain parts of his "white man brain". Those parts of his mind were holding him back from advancing further down the Path of Power, so Don Juan destroyed them. I suppose that sounds kinda harsh, but then, Don Juan was probably the medical equivalent of a surgeon, a psychologist, a psychiatrist and a pharmacologist, all in one. And that's not including his knowledge of the world around us, not just the worlds within the body and mind, so he definitely knew what he was doing.

In short, Carlos never visited the Allies unsupervised. Don Juan was always somewhere close at hand, especially when dealing with Little Smoke.

I don't feel like I can handle such a powerful experience without special attention and supervision. It'd not only feel wrong, but I'd be scared. And fear would taint any lessons I might be taught along the way, and that's not good. And even if I *did* have special attention and supervision, I'd want to do it for...well...I guess you could say, the "Right" reasons?

I'd want to know about myself. I'd want to see myself from a different perspective, and to learn what's holding me back or pushing me forward.

I'd want to learn.


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Intro [Thursday
September 7th, 2006 at 5:55pm

[ mood | hopeful ]

This community is currently under construction.

I hope for this place to become an active place for those who love psychedelics to come and share experiences, advice, or really anything to do with the subject.

This community also goes further than just psychedelics. Feel free to talk about any mind-expanding/altering experience here, such as- astral projection, lucid dreaming, psychic powers & gifts, etc etc etc

You friendly community creator,
♥ Cyn ♥


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