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[CELESTIAL STRINGS]

 

CELESTIAL STRINGS

CELESTIAL STRINGS,
THAT BIND US FORTH,
FROM MAN TO MONAD,
THOUGH SOUL GIVES BIRTH,
TO HARMONIES SERENE,
BEYOND THE EARTH.

WHEN STRINGS MAKE CHORDS,
THAT HARPS DO PLAY,
WHICH HUM THROUGH LILA'S DANCE EACH DAY;
ORBITS IN ORBITS ROUND POLES IN POLES,
GIVE BIRTH TO THE COSMIC WORLD SOUL.

HER STRINGS ARE TUNED,
BEYOND THE STARS,
TO SUBTLE PLANES,
WHERE THOUGHTS GIVE CAUSE,
TO EVERY COLOR,
AND EVERY SOUL,
AND TO ALL FORMS,
WE SEE AND KNOW.

IN TONIC LIES,
A HUMMING WHORL,
WHERE ALL IS MOTION
YET ALL IS STILL.

[Mystic's Strife]

 

Mystic's Strife

Oh the life of the spangled mystic.

Caught between two tides

Of fierce dogmatic agendas

And stiff scientific claims. 

Whereto shall they meet

between heaven and earth

between Velea and Melesia

Where atoms dance to harmonia

And the lyre is tuned by that unlimited thing

For hundreds and thousands of years we wander

In search of something we once remembered.

What words can describe such wonderful things??  I present to you an attempted illustration to substantiate my case.  Italic quotes are taken from Astara's Book of Life to help illustrate my journey.






The most renowned of all Mysteries were those of Isis and Osiris in Egypt.  In the Seventh Degree the initiate was taken to the King's Chamber in the Great Pyramid.  There he or she entered an out-of-body experience, during which initiation at the moment of death was realized. 



For over 10 years I have prepared for this moment, not tasting meat, wine, or drugs.  A cleanse of 3 cycles of the purging power of Kambo medicine has prepared the temple for initiation into the Mysteries of Sapo Bufo. 


My guide introduces me to the apparatus through which the sacred secretion will be transmuted from gold to ether and where it will plunge into my airways, enter the blood, cross the holy threshold of my brainstem and unite in holy matrimony with its bride in the king's chamber of my head. 


I take a sample "take" on the mechanism with no medicine that I might feel the long slow and deep drag which I will soon partake. 


I am instructed to perform yogic "breath of fire" to oxygenate my brain and nervous system.  My belly pumps like a bellows excreting the air again and again from my lungs and filling me with vitality. 


The guide prepares a sample dose for initial intake.  He blazes the glass vial screwed into the end of the apparatus with a torch flame. 


I inhale the sacrament.  Just a bit; hold, and release. 


"Do you feel anything?" 


No, just a very subtle pleasantness, barely noticeable if at all.  I think I saw the chimney swirl ever so slightly, but it could be my imagination. 


"Ok, you can handle the medicine.  Now, I am going to launch you."


He torches the glass for a moment, and I begin my long take of the smooth vaporized venom crystals.  About 2/3 way in-breath, I choke ever so slightly, inhale some air, and continue on the apparatus until I am at capacity. 


I hold.


I am sitting upright on the couch, feet on the floor.  I lower the cloth of my tactical desert scarf down over my eyes, and slowly exhale. 








Before full decent of my breath, I rise to the cerebral center of my ancient and primaeval mammalian brain.


Breathless, I sit in the ocean of nothingness.


The phenomenal world encloses in upon itself, and subtle tones of light and sound vibrations emanate in the void. 


I stare into the emptiness of fullness for a timeless eternity. 


This is the time before time with no thought or action.


Is this the yogic state of nirvikalpa Samadhi?






"Don't forget to breath," a distant voice echoes into the void from somewhere without, reminding me of the structure beneath, the temple of my soul.


I inhale deeply, hold, and exhale again and again, staring into the infinity of a selfless state.


Bells and chimes resound and echo from a distant place.  They are the tools used by the guide practitioner to give the voyager some anchor through which to place his transcendent attention.  Beautiful melodies resound the within grounding the experience with celestial vibrations and assisting in whatever terror or astonishment that might capture the ecstatic soul in their whirlwind of experience. 


The intensity is magnificent and never ending.


Strongly and deeply, I inhale and exhale, though barely aware of the mechanism below through which the action takes place. 


Waves and waves of powerful energy engulf my within. 


Is this forever?


Finally, I surrender to the experience.  My body relaxes backwards, reclining against the couch on which I sit. 


Ok, I surrender. 





What's this?  Moments after I relax, there is a slow and gentle decent into cognitive form.


"How are you doing," subtly the voice enters the dissipating void state. 



The bells continue to chime, and my self awareness begins to blissfully unfold as my bodily awareness returns. 


I find my voice as the atoms of my body return to their assigned pathways. 

"I don't know if there are any words to describe what just happened," is the first thing that comes out of my mouth. 


"That was intense; VERY intense...
but familiar... its not like we havn't been here before.  We have been here many times, because this state is always existing."


"Yes," he says, "its just a matter of remembering." 


Cognitive rationality begins to emerge.  I am here just as I was before.  I am in my body, I can see and think, and speak.  Everything is fine... and wonderful!!  I am still high from the experience, but I can operate completely normally.  There is no hangover or dis-association.  Just a wondering awe of attempting to conceptualize the experience.  The entire procedure felt completely natural. 


Now, I the neophyte of Sapo Bufo return to the world to continue my work.




When a pupil was accepted as a candidate in the Mysteries he or she entered as a neophyte, became a disciple... and emerged as an initiate.

To be brief, how do we all feel about whether to use a VPN and/ or a Tor browser for the perusing of this forum...


any thoughts?

I the virgin, free from drugs and intoxicants since 2006 embark on the voyage to the 7th receptor in 24-36 hours and counting.

I enter the void of my own free will to embark upon my own death. 

What mysteries await?  Only the knowers and the godhead may know, and I accept my destiny into your fold.

Of unity divine

...even if for a moment.

Imbibe me with your blessings brothers and sisters of light

that I may return to the hive alive

and Thrive...

[Golden Reformation]

 

Golden Reformation

Of Muses who inspire,

Let me have your fill,

For without your pining fire,

My work is naught but ill.

Of Golden Men in ancient days,

Their race was pure as rain,

Of Nature's bounty, suppled they,

No work to cause them pain.

But degradation thwarted they

From purity they sired,

Away from heaven's mystery

Towards selfishness they mired.

War and famine troubled them,

as desires over took them.

Enough of the oak and simple life,

Lets make the world our burden.

True Light exists in every man,

but shaded by the forces,

of earthly vises manifest

From outwardly directing courses.

Arise to Truth my children,

and passion you must bind,

for dialectics intercourse,

will lead you to the wine.

What wine you speak will satisfy

our taste for Golden Light?

Only that which is self-contained,

And distributed at Night.

Reform your ways oh man of Iron,

Shortly formed, your breath of life,

So with each breath make testify

Of introspection's fight.

Rise up to battle, take your sword,

The one which cuts the roots

Of segregations interlude,

The Word of Truth must shoot.

Just buzzing into the hive to relax and do some research.  I havn't put anything in my body to change my brain since college where I had some seriously powerful experiences with psilocybe cubensis.  After paying a hefty sum for Transcendental Meditation mantra, I went on a 12 year endogenous nectar hunt.  Toad medicine looks like the real deal though, and I think I am ready to partake in some serious neuro-hacking.  Who knows how much time we have on earth, so if enlightenment can be commodified to fit an American consumer diet, then why not trade my digital trading chips in for a system update.


At 12 I had my entire colon removed due to ulcerative colitis.  It turned black and died!! The doctors created a "j-pouch" out of my small intestine to act as an artificial large intestine, so I'm just like everyone else deep down inside, just shorter...  That's why I got into a serious search for natural medicine at a young age and found a lot of comfort in cannabis through my teenage years.  In college, I studied philosophy full time and got heavy into Pythagoreanism, Platonism, hermeticism, neo-platonism, and eastern scriptures.  I even took initiation into Ancient and Accepted Freemasonry, and had a peak experience after my Master Mason degree whence I got my hands on a good ounce of cubensis caps, and went into a mystic frenzy for about a week considering my own flesh to be the abode of god almighty.  I fasted during this time and frightened my intimates because the energy and drama was megolomanic. 


After coming back to the small limited version of myself, I spent a year performing my worldly duties in an isolated and perhaps sadened state.  I ended my entheogenic quest, but the mystic way slowly began to reveal itself again in the form of TM and afterwords other practices stemming out of India.  Now I am 33, and after a few kambo sessions (which I am quite happy with), I am very attracted towards the medicine of the toad having watched many youtube videos and talks, podcasts, and readings.  I even found a practitioner who works with the medicine, so the opportunity to ascend to the luminous star atop the Christmas tree may come sooner than later.  Plus exploring all these threads of information and revelation gives me something interesting to fix my mind upon after the noble but tedious work of Union labor which I embark on daily to service the world and pay for my bread. 


A final note, I think I might be slightly on the high functioning end of the autism spectrum.  Nobody has ever 'diagnosed' me or anything like that, but for 8 years I worked as a child development counselor with special needs children, and now that I am out of the field and into the technical trades, I see some similarities in the way in which my brain works and a few of the signatures of high functioning autism.  By this, I mean the way in which I hyper-focus on topics of particular interest to myself, and wish to project them into conversations where they don't belong, and also the way in which I hyper-intellectualize everything.  But whatever, I'm only a human being right.  Which means my brain and sacred spinal column are capable of unspeakable mysteries.  And so I've put in a good effort to keep it clean just incase the light of eternity ever decides to flood the temple and cascade the conscious observer into an oblivion of awe.  Perhaps the toad will quicken the process.  We shall all see, and maybe I'll even let you know once I come back from the other side!!  Love you all.

-R





ps:


To Rafael:
I listened to a podcast you were on from Psychedelics Today, and a few minutes in I heard the host mention his name and that he was giving away a bunch of books on the website to raffle winners.  The name was one I was familiar with, so I looked up the website and low and behold, there was Joe who was a year ahead of me at University and who I sat in Eastern Philosophy with (we both having the same major).  So listening to that podcast is probably the reason I am registering as a user here today even though I have browsed this site once or twice before. 


keep it syncretic