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Hey, What is the best way to administer N,N-DMT? Is it smoking, snorting or boofing (if possible). If you can boof it do you need a specific configuration of the DMT? Thanks

I am here? Where is here? I am 5m away from that tree? Does that mean your body is 5m away from the tree? Or if see a guy and I am 10m from him? What is the you that I am trying to locate? The perceiver? OK, so when you say "where are you," you mean where is the perceiver of things? Ok, so where is the perceiver of things? When I perceive a tree, am I in my head? Which is 5m away from the tree, which is in Himalayas, which is in India, etc, we can go forever and ever. It's just a chain of "where" stemming from the head, because you can keep giving another word for where the other word is. So no you aren't even defining a location for something. You are coming up with more perceptions and words to define a location for the previous word, which in turn is leading to nowhere. So you are still here by actually struggling to find where you are. The stories you give yourself are there to make comfort for your life, they give your life a grounding. But really, there is only perception. So even the question: where are you? is a perception within the sea of perceptions. And you are the knowing of the perceptions. So where is that? When I look at a tree, is the act of perceiving happening in my head? Or is it happening "as the tree is known", is the tree self-knowing? Is that where I am? But if every perception is self-knowing and that is where I am, I am not located. Location is happening inside what I am.

I love you, I dont know you, but I can't help but love you. We are all in this together. We don't know why. But we are here. Being here. Now. That is our commonality. Experiencing through different forms, thinking different things. I wish you the best. Feel that fear, in you heart, fucking feel it. Don't make a story from it. Just feel it. If you do. You will break the fear, it will turn into love. Thats what I want for everyone. Please. You beautiful beings. LOVE <3

For me it it is not fun at all but extremely profound, thats why I take it. Basically. A lot of fucking hard work, suffering, emotional release, losing your mind. But on the other side of that when you surrender, profound, beauty and love. But it is exploration, and I am an explorer. When I trip, I am oh fuck we doing this agan haha

Enlighten us Mr Maynor

Is this with freebase or salt version? And you trip for 2 hours? Is this safe for the first time you do DMT?

Thanks, appreciate it. Okay, cool. If you were to do it with cartridges and vaporizers, are you going to have to take multiple hits to break through? I've heard online that people say you should take one to two hits, or three hits, obviously depending on the dosages, and actually get the full experience. If you were to do it the other way, then you went any way to do it without weed? Also, what happens when you smoke it? You just knock out a cold and go to sleep, or you have to close your eyes, or do you just stay awake if it's not strong enough?

Absolutely, it is perfect. In a ridiculous way. For the past 3 years, I have lived in 10+ of countries across the world, dating women from these countries. Romanian, Serbian, African, Thai, Egyptian, English, Dutch, German, Sri Lanken, Indian, Ukrainian. And now I am catapulted into the Himalayas and i'm sitting alone on a ridge at Kasar Devi with one backpack that holds everything I own. I got initiated into Kriya Yoga by this guru: I have met crazy, fun people here. On paper the setup is clean, savings in the bank, a remote startup with a friend that is making money, no dependents, no lease, no debt, no drama. Then I close the laptop, drop some lsd blindfolded or do four hours of kriya a day. I have come and handled cobras, come across crocodiles on the beach. It has been wild. My heart is yearning for a girl I left out of fear. I'm 30 and I miss her. The woman I had the apex with, multiple cities, sex, depth, all-day presence, crying together. I miss it violently. The contrast is almost funny. We still communicate through cryptic instagram stories like children, opening the wound of regret and pain. That women is a part of me. We merged souls. It's ridiculous because diving deep into the universe whilst holding heartbreak in the same chest. Soon I will meet a mystic for 3 weeks in Pushkar, then do a 10 day Vipassana. Then move to South India to become a snake rescuer. I dont know if it is worth it. But it is life right now and fucking crazy and FREE!

I tripped 300 mics blindfolded, and I've got to say that tripping blindfolded on LSD is completely different. It's so different in exploring universal consciousness, in exploring the depths of the suffering of the whole of fucking humankind, and reaching into infinite love. It was completely turned inward, and I felt like I had no reference point for where I was. It was so easy for me to lose myself into the beingness of experience. And it's just like, I was tripping on the specific desire of finding out what love is. For the past three or four days, I kept focusing: What is love? What does it mean for existence to be love? Why is love such an important part of reality? What is it? I was just doing this in my meditation. I was focusing: What is love? In this trip, I completely got the answer to what love is. The thing is that love, I would say, is the whole universe wanting to experience this moment exactly as it is, and it is not to be any other way. That is what love is. It felt like I was communicating with the Universal Consciousness. There was a part of me which was also Universal Consciousness, which was communicating with the Mother Universal Consciousness, and it was asking these questions: "What does it mean to love? What is love?" It was showing me all the areas in my life where I wasn't loving enough and where I was being egotistical. And it was telling me to love all of it. It was telling me to love all the shit I did wrong: all the fucking misery and suffering I've caused other people, all of the suffering that has occurred from what I thought people were doing wrong to me. It was asking me to go through all of this shit and fucking love it, and love it, and love it, and I couldn't love it. But then it showed me the beauty of all of this. It was like, "How can you not love this? This is our creation. How could you not fucking love it? All the pain, all the heartbreaks, all of the shit you've got in your life. How can you not love it? It's all fucking me. It was all you. It was all fucking me doing it to myself. You fucking idiot.".I was loving it more and more, and then it was like I've always loved you for being who you are, exactly as you are, forever. I was like a total being, bathing in this universal fucking love, this love that is being poured upon me by the universe for being exactly as I am. And then I couldn't stop crying. It was an unbelievable amount of crying. I would call this universal crying, crying where there is nowhere for the crying to go. It felt like it was flowing back into me, into the universe, and it was complete. The crying became complete.

Cheers, man! I think the next substances I want to try at some point are DMT, like get familiar with the DMT space and then move into 5 MEO eventually. Have you been using DMT or 5 MEO DMT? If so, how do they compare to your classical psychedelic trips?

@WonderSeeker I am an INFP and am pretty much the same way, even the travelling part. I moved to the Himalayas as an INFP way of dealing with a breakup lol

Thanks for the suggestion, brother. Around 20 to 30 trips. With classical psychedelics like 4-ACO-DMT, psilocybin, LSD. Maybe MDMA around 10+ And ketamine, probably 10+

Consciousness is the emtiness which is imbued within form. It's the empty container that allows form to exist.

So right now, in my direct experience, I can see how the world is being constructed around me. And it is self-knowing, self-luminous. It's aware. When I'm looking at the door, the door is aware, and it's just existing as it is without a perceiver. It feels like this light of awareness is shining through every single perception, and it's creating it right now around me, and that me is nothing. Inside my body, there is nothing there, and there's a swirl of this perceptive, conscious phenomena just being. It's like a dance.

The thing which is knowing of this experience

Is tripping on LSD twice a month too much? This month I tripped twice this month, on the second trip, I didn't really understand what the fuck was happening or going on. It was difficult to form insights from my experience.

Fear, pain, suffering, the illusion of life comes from feeling and thought. With direct consciousness, you'll be able to see through that wispy ghost, merge into everything, disappear into nothing, and just BE

Not vague at all, brother. Thank you so much for telling me your story because I feel like I'm on a very similar journey right now. I'm starting to dive into and experience some of the things that you've been talking about, but I feel like there's a lot more work to do. The moment I'm doing like 250 to 300 micrograms per two weeks. I've experienced deep states of consciousness, like higher states of consciousness, but I don't think I've experienced infinity. I haven't had an experience, but okay, that's infinity. Or God, I feel like my mind is projecting because it's had these concepts. I've had experiences where I've been like, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," and felt completely in union with the entirety of my experience and emerging into it, becoming it and seeing there's no point in which I am. I'm all of it. Were you just tripping with LSD, or were you doing other substances?

how many times did you do 5 meo and how? @Phil King good to know, this is what i am doing now alot of meditation then bi weekly tripping.I am curious how did you experience changes in ur consciousness after a year of doing this?

Ok lol this is another level How are you able to function and survive on this concoction ?

You're doing the exact same thing by judging people taking 5-MeO-DMT, throwing up on themselves and saying they've got nothing to show for it. Who cares? People do 5-MeO-DMT for many reasons. They don't need to have anything to show for it. Not all practices produce visible external fruit. Contemplative traditions have said this for millennia, the fruit is internal (equanimity, freedom from craving, seeing through self). Not external (career change, ice cream, tennis coach). Judging spiritual practices by lifestyle-improvement metrics misses the point.

I'm not, but he does have a point, and the way he expresses it is pretty authentic to him. I don't think that swearing or saying something in a bad tone means your paradigm is completely wrong. The way you speak or act isn't a reflection of the depth of insight that you've obtained in your life. And he does have a point about Trump, and from our human point of view, Trump is what he says and has committed a lot of atrocities. It's insane that he's actually president. But in the absolute sense, it's the way it has to have gone. Trump absolutely must exist. So you can love him for that, but still call him a twat.

this just isnt true lol

this time i tripped with a blindfold and i couldnt make sense of what was happening

Started March 7th. Two sits a day, started around 30 min to now mostly 80 to 90 minutes each. I'm somewhere in the back half of First Kriya. Yoni Mudra stable at 90 seconds, Kechari, Maha Mudra, Navi Kriya, full Pranayama stack. The first three months were one of the ugliest stretches of my adult life. Nobody told me this part. So here it is. What actually came up An ex I hadn't thought about in months surfaced like she lived in my chest. Grief that doubled me over. A "I am fundamentally unlovable" core wound I didn't know I was carrying showed up around session 10 and sat on me for weeks. Refused to mute her on Instagram even though I knew I should. Dreamt she married a prince and I watched it through stories. That's the level of subconscious sludge the breath drags up. 4am wakings with my heart pounding for no reason. Sleep got worse before it got better. Samskaras process at night. Hulk level rage at my family. I'm talking visualizations of killing people I love. Then immediately the broadcast samskara fired. I went and told a friend the detail because part of me wanted credit for the catharsis. Caught myself only because I was reporting to a coach. Spontaneous body convulsions during Yoni Mudra. Gag reflex from vagus activation. The "verge of exploding and dying" feeling before the bliss door opens. A non-dual experience on a beach where I merged with everything. Woman, dog, ocean, no separation, weeping at the beauty. Followed within hours by a full ego reconstruction panic attack at 4am. I posted about the beach experience on Instagram and texted a friend a screenshot of my own insight before deleting both. That's the loop. Insight, broadcast, identity, pressure to perform, anxiety, shame. It runs in pickup, it runs in spirituality, it runs everywhere. Around session 92 I had a long conversation with a British woman earlier in the day. She left. Hours later I'm standing outside a cheesecake shop in India and she comes back. Says "hi friends," and jumps into my arms and starts weeping uncontrollably. Not crying. Weeping like something inside her had been waiting a year to come out. I held her. Took her to the side. Said "it's okay, it's okay, cry." Started breathing with her, our stomachs touching, for about 10 minutes. She stopped. I sat her down with the cheesecake and said "feel the wetness on your face, the sadness, the sorrow, it's so fucking pleasurable." She broke into laughing hysterics and we ended up laughing together. I walked her toward my place and decided not to bring her up. Gave her a hug. Didn't take her number. Closed loop. And right after, I felt the structural pull of how spiritual leaders become sexual predators. I felt it from inside. Regulated nervous system plus vulnerable seeker plus intense bonding plus projection of divinity equals the exact circuit. I understood Lahiri's rule against organizations in my body for the first time. That's the level of clarity Kriya gives you about your own potential darkness. A few days before session 101 I had another one. Deep conversation, very fast. Dating, sexuality, consciousness, silent presence. She cried during it. I felt the pull, decided not to pursue. Didn't message her. Then a few days later I'm sitting in a cafe working, and she walks in. Says "hey" passing me, sits with another guy. Five minutes later she leaves him, comes over to me, makes small talk about her foot healing for five minutes, says "I need to go, I'll see you again," and goes back to the guy. While she's leaving the cafe she shouts "Bye Hari!" across the whole restaurant. I was sitting with an American friend at the time. My nervous system went into the floor. Day-long fear spike. Mind bombarding with guilt, shame, worry, every possible angle. Sexual energy uncontainable, pulsations streaming up and down my body. That night I woke up hallucinating. My laptop became a boat. There was a crocodile trapped at the bottom of the boat. A lizard popped out of it crawling along the keyboard. Hypnopompic paralysis, couldn't move, just watching it. I didn't message her. Didn't post. Didn't go looking for her. Brought it to a coach instead of acting on any of it. Social collapse. Couldn't look people in the eyes. Couldn't smile naturally. Parvastha bleeding into daily life so much I stopped wanting to talk to anyone. Watching girls on the beach instead of approaching, half witnessing, half avoiding, mostly avoiding. Sloth states after sessions. Lying down "thinking" for an hour. Stopped sessions to write poems. Tried to do three sits in a day. Went over the timer constantly. The mind dresses up self sabotage as creativity, as devotion, as "deepening." Crying as cathartic relief, not pain. That's the good version. The bad version is hell/bliss oscillation inside the same retention. Pure terror, then pure love, every 8 seconds, for 80 minutes. You don't get to leave the seat. This is not a hobby. It's a controlled demolition of the self you walked in with. If you have unfinished business with a parent, an ex, your ambition, your specialness, it is coming up, on the practice's schedule, not yours. The bliss is real. The "I am" state is real. But the path runs straight through every wound you've spent twenty years arranging your life to avoid feeling. Sit twice a day. Don't post about it. Don't make it your identity. Don't join the course. Don't tell people how deep you went. Get a coach or a friend who will call you on your shit. It is worth it. It is not pretty.