Below is a ZOOMDOUT Ayahuasca Trip Report from our favorite twitter tripper, Kairon. After several years of weekly Daime drinking, Kairon stated that, "One gets some what alienated from the rest of mankind by having these interactions every week. I mean, how can you have a normal conversation again, if you are being filled with these mind-bending experiences again and again?"
So after about a year of fully re-integrating back into society, Kairon felt as if he was ready to "give it a go, once more." This experience recently happened back in the 30th of May, and it can very well be one of the greatest ZOOMDOUT Trip Reports, ever. So here it is, Teachings From Hyperspace · Part Four · Encore.
So after about a year of fully re-integrating back into society, Kairon felt as if he was ready to "give it a go, once more." This experience recently happened back in the 30th of May, and it can very well be one of the greatest ZOOMDOUT Trip Reports, ever. So here it is, Teachings From Hyperspace · Part Four · Encore.
Teachings From Hyperspace
Part Four · Encore
I'm sitting in my place in the ritual. Slowly my body starts to shift its frequency. Like a soft melody in the background, slowing increasing in volume, this other reality begins to appear. Or, maybe more accurately, this melody has always been there—it's just now that I'm tuning in again. An entity appears, I recognize him as Emmanuel. He stands behind me, softly. He puts his hands on my shoulders. He is very soft, caring, loving. I feel embraced. The tension in my body fades, relaxes. Another entity appears. It's the galactic angel; he is softly glowing like a galaxy. He looks at me, but doesn't touch me. His presence radiates knowledge, a wisdom that is far beyond grasping for any human being. Together they are my welcoming committee in Hyperspace.
I see the state of the earth—the state of mankind. It is horribly dark. I see people being executed, shot through their head. I feel the demonic rage of some people. How can it be that I'm from the same race? They are fellow humans, yet their rage and darkness is beyond recognition.
I sense a demonic presence acting through these people. A type of spiritual intelligence which is using their darkness, their fear, their lack of consciousness and fear of the Light to influence them. It is horrible, but what can I do? I search for help. In the ritual we are all meditating. Approximately 150 people meditating in Hyperspace. But we are not alone. There is a presence—an intelligence—a group of loving entities. They sense my horror and help me to counter the darkness. “Love and Light,” is their mantra. Realize that reality is now. When you change your state of mind, you change your present reality. Face the horror, but do not allow yourself to be sucked in. Radiate Love and Light. These are not just words, it is a form of direct communication and transmission. It is an experience. Light is flowing through my body. So much Light that I have a hard time opening up to this amount of loving kindness.
I am witnessing the spiritual battle of humanity. Darkness versus Light. I breathe and attempt to open up a little bit more. The Light encounters blockages in my body and gently flows along and through the blockages, like a river with a sudden increased water flow, moving the rocks that block the stream. Images start to pour out of the depths. I am tuned in to this other reality. The physical reality that is so dominating in our normal state of mind has faded to the background. I'm now in a place of amorphous colored shapes, liquid like water, radiant like light. It is some sort of dayglo lava, dancing to the sound of silence. But the liquid colors are not inanimate. There is an intelligence behind the colors, using it as a medium to get in touch with my consciousness. Plain language is not able to embrace this experience. It is the presence of an Other, but it isn’t “alien.”
On the contrary, there is this strange contradiction of meeting an alien presence that feels very familiar. This intelligence is an old companion, and not just my companion, but a companion of humanity in its entirety. The force of the presence is immense. This is the Other. These are what our ancestors called the Gods. It is Light, loving, radiating. I start to wonder if this is the only presence in Hyperspace. Immediately another presence arrives. Dark and evil. Hard shelled, cold. I affirm my concentration in the Light. The darkness fades to the background. Again, there is this Other. Images tumble. I realize that the images I create in my brain are derivatives of the actual experience. I see alien faces with large eyes, beings that are half animal, half human, like the Egyptian Gods. Yet, these images are not what I actually perceive. I experience a being that is beyond these images. The actual being hides behind these images, like a child playing hide and seek behind a tree; not because it doesn’t want to be seen, it actually shows itself. But my mind can’t wrap itself around it as it is beyond words and images.
I see the state of the earth—the state of mankind. It is horribly dark. I see people being executed, shot through their head. I feel the demonic rage of some people. How can it be that I'm from the same race? They are fellow humans, yet their rage and darkness is beyond recognition.
I sense a demonic presence acting through these people. A type of spiritual intelligence which is using their darkness, their fear, their lack of consciousness and fear of the Light to influence them. It is horrible, but what can I do? I search for help. In the ritual we are all meditating. Approximately 150 people meditating in Hyperspace. But we are not alone. There is a presence—an intelligence—a group of loving entities. They sense my horror and help me to counter the darkness. “Love and Light,” is their mantra. Realize that reality is now. When you change your state of mind, you change your present reality. Face the horror, but do not allow yourself to be sucked in. Radiate Love and Light. These are not just words, it is a form of direct communication and transmission. It is an experience. Light is flowing through my body. So much Light that I have a hard time opening up to this amount of loving kindness.
I am witnessing the spiritual battle of humanity. Darkness versus Light. I breathe and attempt to open up a little bit more. The Light encounters blockages in my body and gently flows along and through the blockages, like a river with a sudden increased water flow, moving the rocks that block the stream. Images start to pour out of the depths. I am tuned in to this other reality. The physical reality that is so dominating in our normal state of mind has faded to the background. I'm now in a place of amorphous colored shapes, liquid like water, radiant like light. It is some sort of dayglo lava, dancing to the sound of silence. But the liquid colors are not inanimate. There is an intelligence behind the colors, using it as a medium to get in touch with my consciousness. Plain language is not able to embrace this experience. It is the presence of an Other, but it isn’t “alien.”
On the contrary, there is this strange contradiction of meeting an alien presence that feels very familiar. This intelligence is an old companion, and not just my companion, but a companion of humanity in its entirety. The force of the presence is immense. This is the Other. These are what our ancestors called the Gods. It is Light, loving, radiating. I start to wonder if this is the only presence in Hyperspace. Immediately another presence arrives. Dark and evil. Hard shelled, cold. I affirm my concentration in the Light. The darkness fades to the background. Again, there is this Other. Images tumble. I realize that the images I create in my brain are derivatives of the actual experience. I see alien faces with large eyes, beings that are half animal, half human, like the Egyptian Gods. Yet, these images are not what I actually perceive. I experience a being that is beyond these images. The actual being hides behind these images, like a child playing hide and seek behind a tree; not because it doesn’t want to be seen, it actually shows itself. But my mind can’t wrap itself around it as it is beyond words and images.
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