Psychonaut

I listen to music when I masturbate. I listen to Alan Watts when I walk down the hood.

Be real, gurl! It's that easy. Then your good heartedness will also be real. Super simple.

@Afonso 5-meow doesn't have any uplifting component to it. What you get is entirely dependent on yourself. Other psychedelics like 2c-b and shrooms make you feel a bit better. This makes it easier as a start. Maybe get something that lifts your baseline happiness/euphoria and combine it with 5-meow (f.e. weed), so the house doesn't come crashing down on you. My first acid trip was quite tuff even when combined with weed. If I would have started with 5-meo I don't know if I would still be here (mentally). Psychedelics are definitely fun so try the others out. When you only use 5 without trying the others you are missing out on what the others have to offer.

Athene is a scammer. If you listen to the guy he talks in circles without ever saying anything of any relevance.

I don't see where the problem is. I could probably write down a huge list of things that turn me on and off and so could probably every man who is honest with himself. Don't overthink it.

It would be way too fucking easy if you could just switch of your thoughts. It would be so nice if all the negative shit that haunts you, all the bullshit from the past and all fears about the future would be gone. You wouldn't have to deal with it and would be happy. But that is a fantasy. You have to work through it with awareness, acceptance and compassion for yourself.

He has a vlog already. You can find it here. http://its-called-your-own-fucking-life.com If you are bored with this Vlog I don't know how to help you.

Now I'm sad.

Why not? You can enjoy looking for something just for the sake of looking.

You can't possibly have a substance like 5-meo-dmt freely available. The risk of damage is too high. But then on the other hand who wants to take something like 5-meo-dmt? Like honestly. It is a very niche substance. It doesn't make you feel better, it doesn't give you a high and it doesn't even give you visuals. How would you sell this to someone who just wants to feel a lil better? On the other hand this makes it the perfect candidate for therapeutic use. Curing addictions, assisting in psycho therapy and stuff like that. They will first have to establish it in clinical use though. People like us that will use it in a non dual approach to come closer to the truth are the 1% of the 1%.

PART 1: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, Welcome and enjoy the show! After 2 weeks of fucking around in the mountains and lush valleys of Canabonea our hero is sick of it. He is sick and tired of procrastinating, not getting anything done and watching far too much porn. The legendary esports historian Duncin *Thoorin* Shields had recently opened a second youtube channel to discuss topics not related to esports. Our hero had watched Thoorins legendary epic video on the Bard Terrence McKenna. Not having read much about McKenna our hero listened intently to what Thorin had to say. McKenna had talked much about the heroic dose. He would advocate taking high amounts of Psylocybin and going into a dark room with lights turned off and in complete silence. Our hero wanted to get serious. He wanted the hero to shine inside of him in a bright light. He decided to take 50mg meoooooow in a dark room without any music. Balls to the walls. Our hero always, repeat always has music going on when tripping. But not this time. Completely dark also sounds like a fucking terrible idea. But our hero was tired and willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good. While he was weighing out 50mg on his high precision tesla mega milligram scale. The scale wasn't that great afterall. Our hero had to recalibrate the scale 3 times till the 10g weigths used to calibrate actually showed up on the scale as 10.000g. After our hero had calibrated the scale to the desirec accuracy he preceeded to finely chop the meow into a fine powder with a pocket knife. Our hero prepared 4 lines on his movie grade mirror plate with the perfect size hand cut from a broken mirror. Our hero was starting to get second thoughts when he starred at the surely madness inducing amount of fine powder that was on the mirror. Our hero had to remind himself that he was doing the heroic dose today. Our hero started to sniff the meow. He even scrapped off all the bits that had been missed and made 3 more lines off all the bits that had been missed and made sure he had gotten every last bit of the 50mg meow into his nose. The floor had been fully cleared off all the cables. All chargers and electronics had been completely unplugged and stowed away by our hero. Our hero made sure there was a bucket next to his bed. He was ready. He didn't wan't to puke but knew that at this insane dosage it was very likely to happen. He was ready to go. Our hero got up from his chair and switched of the lights. He had completely unplugged everything and the room was completely dark. Everything but the wifi router had been unpluggedd. "You know when there is no wifi signal around you anymore you die, John. You just drop dead like a sack of potatoes." PART 2: Our hero turned of the lights and returned to his desk in complete darkness. He found his desk chair which he had quite trouble getting on. Our hero was starting to feel the effects of the heroic legendary epic dose of 50mg pure 5-meo-dmt. Our hero bent forward so the holy meow wouldn't run down his throat. He remembered the revolting taste from his previous quests where he was still fucking around. He rubbed his nose and massaged in the meow so none of it would go to waste and the final boss could be defeated. It was starting and our hero was starting to feel it as well. It was getting serious. Our hero was on his honorly quest to "Make reality great again - Getting the real in reality back!" He was ready for the martyr hero act of dark room 50mg meow ultimate boss battle. He was sitting on his chair breathing in and out. His heart was pounding. After a while there was nothing but his breath and his heart pounding like never before. It was like a small explosion everytime it beat, so powerful. Our hero needed to lie down in his bed with the bucket next to it. He got up and preceeded to go in the direction of his door. Going probably needs a pretty drastic redefinition here. This was more like scrambling with arms stretched and crouched on the floor in a completely dark room. Our hero had completely lost all sense of orientation. He had gotten up and forgotten where he actually wanted to go. There was a beating heart, a breathing breath and darkness. That's it. He felt like he had been thrown into outer space in darkness with nothing else around him. But there was a light to be seen where the door was. He needed to go there. "Where am I now?". He had walked into a wall. There was an object there. But what was it? It was giving way. It was his huge majestic mirror! But how had he gotten there? He initially had gone to the right, but he had ended up going to the back! Completely lost in his own room he saw the light of his door. He needed to get to the light from his door. He somehow got there and opened the door. Booooooya blinding light. He closed the door again. He had forgotten that the door was unlocked. He had left it open so his friend could come help him. He couldn't see his light switch anymore. But he felt where it was. He turned on the lights and left them on so he could get to his bed. PART 3: The hero closed the door and stumbled to his bed and lay down. He had arranged the blanket on his bed in a way that he could lean against it as if he was lying on a couch. He had read about it in the "tales of the legendary hero Azrael" who had suggested lying on a sofa for safe boss fights. Our hero was lying on his side with his neck leaned forward so as to not loose any holy meow. Our hero's sense of self was fading very quickly. There were bits of ego still hanging on like flesh on a bone. The meow was gnawing away on the bone. The last shreds of ego were going insane. Our hero was feeling a mind numbing sense of insanity that he can't describe. Just completely mentally insane. Terrifying for our hero's ego. Completely overwhelmed our hero had to follow his destiny. He had to surrender. The wordless and unspoken question "Are you ready" came up. On previous trips our hero was not ready. He had said NO! He hadn't wanted to die. He wanted to live! But today was different. He knows this is it and he knows clearly that he is ready. No fucking around today. He had to let go. He had to completely let go! He had to die. And if you have never come to this point you have no fucking idea what our hero was experiencing. Actual fucking death. Not the stupid word death. Real tangible death. You are lying on your death bed and you know you are going to die. You breath your last breath and you are gone. Dead. Yes that is the feeling. You can't compare it to an ego loss experience on LSD or during meditation or anything like that. Meow is fast, very fast. One second there is a gun at your head then you say shoot me and the next second you are vaporized. Our hero's heart was beating balls to the walls out of the fucking roof and then just stopped. Goodbye heart. Heart beat gone, body gone. Motionless he was lying in bed. A dead body. He has no recollection of how long he was in this state. Eventually our hero came back into reality. A reality in which his body felt like a rotten moushy tomato. A round pile of cells. He was lying on his side. He was rolling back and forth with nauseau building up to a point of no return. He had to vomit his guts out. He leaned over and managed to locate the bucket. Gasping for air he felt like he was dying and continued to puke. He was certain his friend was going to come and pat him on the back, but he didn't. He had eaten many hours before. He hadn't eaten anything special so wasn't sad about puking it out. Vomiting felt to our hero like a lump of something which should have not been there had left the body. Like a lump of cells from his body had been dumped into the world. And he was this lump of cells that had been born. An alive pile of cells! The first breath after puking when he was gasping for air felt like the first breath of a newborn when it is dumped into the world and the doctor pats it on the back. Breathing and still gasping for air he realized that he was still alive! He had made all the necessary precautions and survived! He was alive and the sense of the body came back. Like it uses to in this weird way were the body at first doesn't really feel like it is your own. It feels a bit foreign at first until it's completely back. PART 4: Our hero had to wash his hands and got up to do so. Our hero ended up washing his entire body under the shower. We are still waiting for the relase of the tale of the epic first shower. Our hero only had to say "Such shower, much sensual OMFG". Our hero was hungry. He wanted to eat something. On the way to the kitchen he already heard the loud music of his friend who was in the kitchen. While having a deep converation about the dangers of AI with his friend he created some divine culinary masterpieces. First our hero had to refill his vaporizer with the legendary Jack Herer strain of the Gods. After that our hero started chopping vegetables, frying tofu, onions and some eggplants to create some sandwiches. After about an hour of work the legendary sandwiches were finished and were added to our hero's memory of explosive culinary experiences never to be forgotten. The taste of such magnificence that our descendants will still sing about them in hymns in the upcoming centuries. But before the hero had finished eating the first masterpiece the hero's friend left to take a nap and possibly wank. Our hero began thinking about ways to tell of this epic battle and fetched his tablet to compile what you just read.

@Leo Gura For me the biggest takeaway is the actual experience of ego death. What I wanted was to force it. That was the whole point of going to this extreme. Now that I know its safe it will hopefully be easier for me to let go on lower doses. For me meow is a tool to cut through bullshit. For this reason I haven't added my interpretations. Its just more bullshit. Because who am I? What have I understood or seen? Nothing and there is no reason to interpret it. These interpretations would have no value for you as a reader in any case. Only if you believe that I am enlightened or more trustworthy/knowledgeable than you. But I am just some guy on the internet just like you are. In our western society there is no imminent threat of death. However I believe that the brain is wired to defeat itself against a threat like predator animals. Have you ever been mugged, beaten up or had to deal with a real close death experience? Probably not. I feel like I appreciate life much more now that it has been taken away from me during my trip. Just that alone makes this trip worthwhile for me.

@BeyondForm I'm sorry to tell you this. But states produced by acid shouldn't be chased. I have not been able to reproduce any blissful state produced by acid. Those states are not it and shouldn't be chased. It's very likely you can't get them and that is fine. Don't be sad you can't get these states normally.

A dog is being a dog. A tree is being a tree. A human is a human. Enlightenment only exists in the human realm. How could a tree ever be anything other than a tree? Enlightenment only applies to humans, because we want to be everything but what we actually are.

Watch horror movies, gore videos, live beheadings, rape porn. After a while you will feel nothing anymore. Your own family could be raped and chopped into pieces in front of your eyes and you wouldn't give a damn. Sounds cool?

Nice post. I appreciate the effort you put into it. I share your concern with vomiting. I hate vomiting and avoid it as much as I can. Even if I really need to I will suppress it to the bitter end. This is the main reason that has stopped me from jumping straight from 40mg to 50mg for my next trip. I dont want to suffocate in my own puke. Tbh I'm not sure about dosage anymore. Previously I thought I should have the dosage as high as possible. I had a 20mg trip on friday and saturday and those were very insightful. The first one it was just yelling in my face that I'm doing something wrong. Instead of becoming disengaged with my normal life I have to engage 3 times as much. I didn't know how to engage though. Second one I learned that too fully engage I had to become fearless. The easiest way is to completely surrender. I trained it when coming down for like an hour. Death, crack, big bang birth and death again. Life death life death. An endless cycle. Sleep, awake, sleep, awake, sleep. When you can surrender it is like being able to go to sleep in the middle of the day and trusting that everything will be fine. Trusting that everything will be fine is the most important factor for being able to fully and utterly ultimately absolutely surrender when the moment comes. It's death. Inevitable yet unexpected.

@Azrael I meditate 20 minutes a day, but that doesn't help thaaaat much. I don't know what I'm doing with my life lol.

@Azrael Btw have you seen my thread on my "experiences" ?

@Azrael Do you also feel like you can meditate much much deeper now? And how about after effects?

Psychonaut reporting in. I heard you want meow trip reports. You'll get some if you follow this thread. First up I have a strong DMT trip. I have 3 meow trips from last week queued up that still have to be put into words. Spoiler: Only the 1st and 3rd were good, hehe. The plan is to increase the dose in 5mg increments every trip till I pass out or it becomes pointless. This is hopefully below the 50mg mark. I'm writing these reports mainly for myself and share them in the hope that someone finds them entertaining. Note: I am a heavy psychedelics user. What I mean by this is that I usually take 2 to 3 times more than the average user. Bare this in mind when comparing my dosages. Also I take high dosages on my first try of a new psychedelic, because I know the first time is always the best. This is generally not recommended, but it has served me well.

I'm going to recap 4 meow trips I had in the last 2 weeks. 25mg + some weed (2hrs) 30mg + weed (45 mins) 35mg + lots of weed (3 hours) 40mg + lots of weed (4 hours) For me meow can be divided into a 3 stage trip. Stage 1: Time for the comeup, before ego death Stage 2: Unravelling of the mind, ego death Stage 3: Putting the mind and sense of self back together Stage 1: This is were I masturbate and watch porn. Meow is much better in this regard than regular DMT, which distorts reality more. It's insane with the level of feeling you have. I'm not sure I would advise starting it. Once the connection between psychedelics and sexual plessure has been made it's hard to sever it. It might almost be impossible. I get horny just from feeling a psychedelic in my system. It's like my brain knows that it is going to receive pleasure. It's similar to a kid looking at a naked woman. He'll just see the naked woman until the connection between nakedness and sex is made. It's a bit sad but I don't really know what to do with myself when I sit in my room with a ton of shit in my brain that makes me feel like I'm having sex with the universe or God. Anyhow after about 4 orgasms and me being totally exhausted I usually drop into bed. Stage 2: Meow is pointless if the dose is not high enough. The only point of meow is to get you to die. This only really happened on the first trip. I couldn't really see what was happening, but I got this cool animation of following a thread/string back to its source. The source being a bright light. While the thread was being followed back or unravelled I noticed that things were being removed/forgotten. At one stage my parents and family were gone and then sense of self followed shortly afterwards. There is a point were you have to completely let go, it feels like you will die. Letting go felt similar to going to sleep. Just that in this case you are fully aware and it feels like you won't wake up again. The person that goes to sleep might not be the same person that wakes up again. I'm turning my head from side to side trying to let go and fall asleep. It takes a while and no matter how much I let go I don't breakthrough. Then it just takes me and I'm dead lol. Body gone. Mind gone. Nothing. My body slackens as if it has died and I lie in bed completely motionless. There is noone there to perceive the nothing. Music is playing. Noone to enjoy the music. It just plays. There are noises outside but no thoughts or interpretations. There is not even bliss. To me bliss only happens when there is a person to enjoy the freedom of bliss. This state cannot be described. The void/nothing was completely different than I had imagined. I was still dead in my bed and after sometime it settled. Then some otherwordly presence swept right in, I have never experienced this presence in the form it had taken on this day. It didn't feel like it's part of this world or that it is me. It only lasted a few moments and I don't know what to make of it. On consecutive trips I didn't fully breakthrough even though the dose was higher. To be fair though my sense of being and the will to hold on was tiny. It had been reduced to a dust particle. There wasn't much left other than the maddening will to survive and hold on to life. My fourth trip had an interesting stage 2. I was lying in bed and my sense of self was fading. I was looking down at my body and I looked through it. The sense of my body had collapsed in an instant like it had been made of snow and had evaporated into snow flakes and just fell apart. After that something mind boggling happened. I was going back in time?! My eyes were closed and I was moving my legs and arms like a kid. It must've looked pretty funny from the outside. My limb movements got smaller as I went further back in time until I was back in my mothers womb and could basically not move at all. The sense of my body had been reduced to a small lump of cells. I enjoyed not having to do anything and just floating in space. But then sense of my limbs decreased and I got the feeling that I have to move my arms myself otherwise I'm gonna die. After some moments that felt like and eternity I moved my right arm downwards in a twitchy motion and it stopped. I was alive! Stage 3: Stage 3 is what makes meow so unique. This is the only psychedelic I have had were I can observe how the sense of my body is put together after ego death. On regular DMT I noticed that something is happening and then it was back all of a sudden. I couldn't see what is happening, meow shows you more of it. This part of the trip was very similar every time, no matter the dose. With every breath I inhale I feel more alive, almost as if I'm breathing for the first time in years. I feel my heart beating again boom boom boom and feel so alive. Alive alive alive like reborn. The weirdest feeling I get is when the feeling of a body comes back. It's like the flesh on my bones is pressed onto my self from the outside. It's pretty eeew, my skin turned inside out and doesn't feel like it's part of me first. Like it is external. But after a while I recognize it as part of me and I am back. Aftereffects: On other psychedelics I have never gotten effects on following days, but on meow I do. Sometimes it seems like my posters on my wall are floating in mid space. Other times I get subtle Acid like effects with colors changing slightly or patterns on surfaces and stuff. Starring into nothing when talking to people or being absent happens from time to time. I feel emptier but without bliss. Duration: The duration does increase the more you take. Below 20mg it is closer to 1 hour till its completely over. Around 30mg its more like 2 hours. Lots of weed can increase the duration of the trip. Looking forward: I'm hoping that the novelty of meow wears off and I don't feel the need to masturbate on it every time. Not mixing it with weed should help as weed makes me horny af. Tbh I have gotten bored of meow pretty fast and will probably take a break from it as it does pretty much the same thing every time. It's by far the most boring psychedelic in that regard. Plan for the future is a trip every 2 weeks of about 40-50mg.

What if I haven't even watched the videos, should I still do the sheets?

@Peak Dont fall into the spiritual ego - I'm better because I do personal development trap. Makes it harder for you to connect with the people around you.

@Extreme Z7 Well I'm still processing the DMT trip. Even though it has been more than 3 weeks ago. I think my biggest take away is that I have started shifting my focus from myself more onto other people around me. I'm a bit more interested, strike up conversations myself. I also started reading some books about communication to help shift my focus. I think the best thing a psychedelic can do is change your perspective forever. The temporary change when on the psychedelic is almost guaranted. The determining factor of how much growth you get is the processing afterwards and how you integrate it into your life. You could say that goes for everything like reading books or listening to Leo's video.