Yesterday we posted Aubrey Marcus' video explaining The Psychedelic Experience, and as promised, today we are going to kick off our first edition of "Psychedelic Storytelling".
Although properly articulating the intangible is a bit like trying to explain the color red to someone without sight, we are going to do our best to share our stories to help dissolve any illusion of fear/apprehension. We hope these stories assist in your understanding of how the profound experiences psychedelics have to offer can eradicate anxiety, and depression, while also allowing you how to find communion with your true self.
***Disclaimer: We must preface this series by saying we do not condone illegal drug use, these stories are merely to serve as an educational understanding of what the psychedelic experience has to offer. If you choose to embark on this type of journey, we advocate proper research, and safety, with the correct set, setting and intention.***
Psychedelic Storytelling #1: Getting Acquainted with DMT by Jennifer Sodini
I first heard of DMT back in 2012, during a chaotic time in my life where I wasn't sure if the world was ending, or beginning, if the apocalypse was on the horizon, or if we were on the precipice of merging into singularity. Crazy, I know, but my anxiety was just a reflection of the rabbit hole of conspiracy I immersed myself in, in order to numb the pain I was feeling in regard to the state of my affairs at that time. I was in an unhappy relationship, felt trapped, and had no idea of what my real purpose was supposed to be. I felt like a firefly stuck inside of a mason jar with no holes for air.
During my pre-teen angst-y goth chick phase, I used to listen to a lot of Marilyn Manson, and I remember one of his songs had the lyrics "when all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed", and that is exactly how my life felt. I was a warden in a prison I created, and didn't realize that I had the key within myself the whole time. During my descent down the rabbit hole, I happened to stumble across a documentary on Netflix entitled DMT: The Spirit Molecule, which helped introduce three little letters that would completely shift the shape of my life.
The documentary reignited an interest I had in the subject matter, because years prior, I was completely captivated by the story of a girl I went to high school with, Teresa Schroeder, who suffered from a snowboarding injury that left her paralyzed from the neck down. Instead of going the traditional route, she went down to Peru for experimental holistic treatments with Ayahuasca, and had amazing results. Her courage, and medical miracle never left my subconsciousness.
I knew Ayahuasca would be something I would experience in the future, but first, I had to try DMT. I wasn't sure how, why, or when it would happen...but I knew I needed a miracle of my own, to help my emotional paralysis, so I could learn to walk again, and find my stride.
One of my best friends lives down in Wilmington, NC, and during this personal apocalypse I was going through, I had been spending a lot of time down there. During one serendipitous visit, he told me he had a friend, who had a friend that could get DMT, and a few weeks prior he had the opportunity to try it and experienced something beautiful beyond words. We decided to find this friend, and embark on the experience together. I was excited, but also extremely apprehensive...what if it doesn't work, what if I see something completely terrifying, what if, what if, what if...
All the "what ifs" were answered the night I made acquaintances with DMT. Sitting outside, in my friend's friend's backyard with a fire pit in the middle of us, stars illuminating the evening sky, and Shpongle playing in the background, I took a leap of faith and took the inhalation that launched me into the noosphere and dissolved the barrier of body into a world that was boundless. The pain of the inhalation of DMT's smoke was the initiation into a reality that is beyond the 3-dimensional. I closed my eyes as the effects began to take place...all that was corporeal vibrated away, and all that existed was the all that "is". The "is" was alive, was everything, colors beyond the spectrum of imagination, and a sensation of love that I can only equate to what it must feel like to be back in the womb. I entered a warm cosmic bath that embraced my soul, and reunited me with spirit. All of the pain and suffering I was carrying with me was released through the exhalation, and I was in a place of understanding, and appreciation of the curriculum life had thrown at me. Good, bad, indifferent, all that I experienced in my reality as Jenn began to make sense, because the darkness of my life was only to serve as a teacher that helped me to appreciate the stars. DMT acted as an intelligence, an organic technology that scanned my consciousness to show me what I needed to see, not necessarily what I wanted to see.
DMT showed me is that there is something that is beyond me, beyond you, beyond us all, and no matter how dire life may seem, there is a purpose to the pain, and it is up to you to transmute the darkness into light, to rise above the illusion of separateness, to be formless, and malleable to whatever conditions life throws your way. It was as though I downloaded a whole different type of emotional, and mental programming that helped me to remember something I forgot, not necessarily learn anything new. It was the long lost reunion with a type of gnosis that I felt as a child, but lost during the trials and tribulations of adulthood. The experience only lasted about 10 minutes, but it felt like a life time.
As I vibrated back into my body, and opened my eyes, I felt that my heart became open as well. Something that had been feeling suffocated, confused, and trapped was open, receptive, and completely humbled. The symphony of the stars above, the blessing of friendship I felt with my companions, the dance of the fire that warmed us, and the cool chill of the winter wind that kissed my face, allowed me to really feel and understand the magnitude of how beautiful life really is, and that it should never be taken for granted, not even for a moment.
The suffering I was feeling through what I dubbed as my "apocalypse" was just an illusion, and the reality was that I was only experiencing an unveiling of my truth, which is the true definition of the word apocalypse in the first place. I came to understand that there is no permanence, besides impermanence, and life can change as quickly as you allow it, as quickly as just ten minutes can change the trajectory of your life in inconceivable ways.
Through opening the eye inside with DMT, the "I" outside completely transformed, and charted a course which lead me to where I am today. While the experience is not for the faint of heart, DMT showed me that looking within is the key to understanding you are never without...it was the key that unlocked the prison my mind had created during that particular period of darkness. I learned that no matter what is happening in your present moment, it should be viewed as a tool to help chip away all that is not you, to find who you really are.