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You are not fooling yourself. This is the timeless message of all wisdom traditions. Self evident and self arising, there is nothing against which the truth of God can be proven or disproven. People throughout all time, initiated and uninitiated, novice and master, are capable of realizing this truth as you have. Feeling love implies some contrast in which which love can be felt. When one realizes the truth of love as fundamentally non-dual, as synonymous with completeness, trust, creation, and God, it can be expected that love is not experienced as the feeling of chemical we are conditioned to associate with love to the exclusion of other states. All is love. Integration will happen naturally when you allow it. Take care of what you put in to your body and mind, follow your interests, serve yourself and others through loving kindness, spend time barefoot in nature, get the sun on your skin, be mindful of attachment-aversion and other polarizing dynamics. Increase your dose with each successive trip and witness what happens.

If you feel joy at the prospect of gatekeeping yourself to this degree, by all means go ahead. My intuition is that this is too much, but I don't know your character and can't speak to their needs or desires.

Generally speaking people have only a partial understanding of God, as some kind of creative force or being that is somehow apart from it's creation. When one says "I am God" the other hears "I alone am the creator, separate from and higher than that which is created." The importance of semantics is not widely appreciated.

1000ug is not a "having fun dose," it is a breakthrough dose. I take it for granted that people research the subjective effects at various dosages, but that was a disclaimer just in case. 210ug is a relatively low dose, one in which the ego can and will resist the effects. One tool the ego uses is to make you sleepy or foggy feeling, to distract you and to say "don't do that." At higher doses the imperative to surrender becomes obvious, and there is an LSD breakthrough space available. That being said, If you feel LSD gives you brain fog perhaps this is not the right substance for you.

I've been very interested in psilohuasca with syrian rue. Thanks for sharing, life is a trip.

Take 1000ug and lie down, with headphones and a blindfold if you like. Nothing to do.

I plan on ordering some HCl in the next month. Has anyone tried the freebase?

A game is a rule bound system in which luck and skill dictate what actions we can take toward achieving a stated goal. So what game are you referring to? Ultimate reality is not a rule bound system, but consensus reality is. What is your goal in the game of consensus reality? Based on the answer to that question we can determine what if any cheat codes are useful, and we can differentiate between cheat codes and mechanics. Certain mechanics may be given to the player which are not expounded in their fullness, for the sake of discovery and mastery, and for the full range of experience which goes along with that process.

What do YOU think about it? What IS there to think about it...

Correct.

Enlightenment is a joke and it is serious, which makes it even funnier and more dire. Finally then, enlightenment is neutral, still, and empty.

Reality is complete; perfect, empty, and still. An infinite sphere with a center everywhere and a circumference nowhere.no outside and no inside. Just this.

This thing with the streetlights has happened to me my whole life. It's one of many ways in which so called reality gives itself away, not unlike recurring numbers or general "synchronicity."

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My facilitator said I could come back whenever I am ready. This is a deeply personal consideration to make, and it depends on one's baseline consciousness going in to the ceremony as well as how the ceremony is integrated. This is true for all psychedelics, and all experiences in a general sense.

You could tag @Leo Gura to try and reel him in.

Infinity, aka everything, is one, singular, and pure nothing.

Names have been changed for the sake of privacy Wednesday September 29 2021, my father and I smoked 5-MeO-DMT in the form of toad venom. The Story: “I am a 33 year old male living in a beach suburb of Los Angeles. I am healthy, and do not use medication of any kind, or supplements, herbs, etc. My first experience with psychedelics was with LSD when I was 16, and I have also used mescaline, mushrooms, and n,n-DMT. For the past two years I have been using exclusively n,n-DMT and psilocybin mushrooms, and have been fully immersed in wisdom traditions which can broadly be referred to as non-duality.” I first became interested in 5-MeO-DMT many years ago, it’s impossible to know exactly when. Terence McKenna didn’t have much to say about it, feeling that the lack of visual activity was a shortcoming of the compound. Hamilton Morris botched some parts of it's history in a season 2 episode of his VICE show, only to make a spectacular comeback to kick off season 3. Memes and myths about psychedelic toads are common enough that even the lay person has heard of licking toads to get high. But that’s not the route of administration called for here. Incilius alvarius, formerly bufo alvarius, aka the Sonoran Desert toad or Colorado River toad. The largest toad in North America, this unassuming creature is recognizable by the venom sacks on its arms, legs, back, and parotid. When the toads emerge from hibernation en masse, one can collect their venom by squeezing the glands thereby spraying the excretion onto a piece of clean glass. After a period of drying, the venom contains ~15% 5-MeO-DMT, which can then be scraped and vaporized. When heated in a glass pipe, one long toke of this pungent vapor will produce what is widely regarded as the most intense entheogenic experience possible. In recent years, as relationships between US and Mexico based practitioners grow, a beautiful entheogenic culture is being birthed, with this toad at the center. Over the past two years my father and I fell in love with the synergy between n,n-DMT and non-duality, and he is rather active on social media in sharing his insights and perspective. We have a special bond, and after I shared n,n-DMT with him he has served himself on several occasions. Two weeks before this experience someone reached out to him on social media, curious if the information he’s been sharing was catalyzed by an encounter with 5-MeO. After some discussion, an exchange of names and numbers, and the auspicious alignment of several vectors, we booked a 6pm session in Malibu. Fast forward two weeks. The day arrived. I fasted, and left work early in order to buy some comfortable clothes for the experience and to give myself time and space to settle. Mild nervousness began to set in at this point. Sweaty palms. It was 2 hours until the ceremony, and I took time to sit and follow my breath and refine my intention for the encounter. I left home with time to spare for unexpected changes in traffic and a beach meditation en route to the facilitator’s home. After the drive and a few minutes spent admiring the Pacific, I met my father at the entrance to the house. If you imagine a cross between a Hobbit house, a cathedral, and an organic spaceship overlooking the ocean, the image will not be far off. We were greeted by one of the facilitators, Luna, who informed us that the previous guest was still processing and integrating, which gave us time to chat poolside with Jeremy, the lead facilitator. Jeremy is also my father’s name, and like my father he spent most of his career in western medicine. This is one of many synchronicities which surrounded this experience and continue to bubble up in my life. We shared awakening stories and practical information as the sun slowly set on the ocean, and when the time came we were ushered into the spacious and well appointed interior. This is where the ceremony was conducted, and I couldn’t have imagined a more comfortable or welcoming environment. All the expected design elements were present, raw wood, stone, and an altar whose center piece was a large amethyst geode which resembled a pair of open wings. Inside, we were introduced to Alicia, the final of the three facilitators. We were cleansed with sage, and moved into place on simple padded mats adorned with the likeness of Ganesha which had been laid out on the floor. My father was to go first and I would follow him 15 minutes later. The medicine was delivered in the Eclipse, a type of vaporizer with a threaded end into which a vial containing one’s individual dose is loaded. A most effective tool. Music came down, the lights dimmed, and incense was burned. This was it. Kneeling on the mat, my father was handed the pipe to hold between his palms, close to his heart, while one of the facilitators held a typed prayer before him to be read aloud. He read the prayer, and upon completion the dose was delivered. In one long inhalation, the entire dose was received. One single breath. My father laid down on his side where the facilitators quickly and gently rearranged pillows and blankets to support him. The effects come on immediately, and present differently depending on the individual’s nature and needs. Not 10 seconds after the end of the inhalation, my father began vocalizing in complex glossolalia. He was not speaking any language I know, or even know of, but the tone of the message was complete and utter astonishment. I couldn’t help but smile, and at times barely contained myself as the joy turned to laughter, and tried to escape from me the way steam rises from boiling water. Eventually, the mutterings gave way to English, and some of the quality of his experience came through: “Unfathomable. Un-fathom-able. Oh Jesus. Jesus Christ! Of course. That’s it. That’s IT. Jesus Fucking Christ! I get it! Of course I get it, , I get it. How could it be anything else?” This settled down, and no more than 10 minutes after the dose, my father was resting peacefully, in deep communion with All That Is. Jeremy asked me to step outside to speak to him. “Would you like to take the medicine while standing? This is usually reserved for the second session onward, but based on your history I think it would be a beautiful experience. You remain upright, spine in alignment, bridging Heaven and Earth. I’ll be right behind you, waiting to catch you when it comes on. Just fall back and we’ll take care of you.” How could I say no? We headed back inside, and I stood at the edge of the mat while the final preparations were made. This was the moment of Truth. Alicia cleansed my hands with Florida water. She gave me the pipe and held the prayer to read. At this time in writing the report, I am shivering and covered in waves of goosebumps as I coax the memory of that evening from out of the ether. “I am love. I am health. I am peace. I deserve to be loved. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be healthy…” “Now breathe it in, nice and slow. Good, good, more. More, more. Almost there, a bit more, good.” The rich vapor is the taste of mystery. It’s aroma is ancient, spiced, sweet, and deep. Earthy and medicinal, more than anything it tastes of power. As I finished drawing it all in the room quivered, suddenly filled not with air, but a viscous superfluid which was both more real and more dreamlike than waking perception. My arms were still raised, having lifted them over my head while taking the dose as instructed. As I lowered them, I fell back not into the arms of a man, but into the boundless heart of creation. Am I going to do it? Am I going to say “It cannot be described” and then go on trying to describe it? I could spend the rest of my life in effort, and never get any closer to conveying the felt experience. Holy Fucking Shit. This Is It. This Is Me. I Am It. Imagine what it feels like to become history, to become expression, to become Tao. This is everything, complete and outside of time. It is the Transcendental Object at the End of Time. It is loving, self organizing, infinite intelligence. All sense of who I am, that I am a “who,” was blown away in a great cosmic wind. All sensory experience merged into one orgasmic, orchestral cheer which echoed through the halls of creation. I am an old man basking in the sun. I am a wave crashing on the shore. I am touch, number, color, smell, sound, taste, light, electricity, magnetism. I am the telling of a joke and the punchline. I am the intimate symmetry of flowers in bloom. I am liquid light in love with itself, dancing into form, dancing out of form. I am an impossible object of infinite potential. The only thing to do is everything, and so I do everything. I am every possible extreme and subtlety, the transcendence of quality. I am without quality. Total. There is nothing to which or against which comparison is possible. All of reality is One. All of reality is won. This is a solvent. The problem solved itself. Holy shit This Is It. I felt the crystalline nature of the eternal moment precipitate from the supersaturated solution that is all the teachers and all the teachings of my life. The qualities of my father’s loving wisdom are in me, I am them. I am the radical insistent wisdom of Leo Gura, and I became him, and we were the universe, astonished and weeping with joy at having done it again. We did it. We remembered. I laid there as the infinite descended into form and all of reality knit itself back together I opened my eyes. Perfect brilliant stillness. Complete luminous abiding. Total radiant peace. I rested in the delicious feeling of being alive. Of being Life. I closed my eyes. “Hey bud, how are you doing? You want another puff? It’ll be like a deep meditation.” Jeremy laid a gentle hand on my chest. How could I say no. I remained prone on the mat while Jeremy administered the second dose. The inhalation was slightly shorter, but the depth of this experience was just as profound as the first. The Knowing was there again. What we call reality is the appearance of opposites, across all possible axes, in perfect dynamic equilibrium. In this configuration there is infinitely loving creative intelligence. Life trusts and loves itself completely, and so gives itself full permission to express itself Completely. It’s here, it’s right there, for you to take it all. Something trying to move, and I have to allow it. Drawing a breath, I let out an exultant howl rising and then falling in the end. It felt like the ultimate acknowledgment of who I am. From somewhere in the distance I heard the howl returned, a howl of recognition from my father. I howled again, jubilant. Who knows how long I lay merged with this unity. Eternity isn’t a long time, it is the transcendence of time. Coming back, slowly, slowly, gently. Piecing together my individuality was like putting on the finest clothes I whispered to myself: “My name is Mason Newhouse. My father’s name is Jeremy Newhouse. My mother’s name is Lucienne Pavot. I am speaking the universe into existence. Satya is the truth of existence.” I shuddered with bliss at the simple facts of my being. I bathed in that bliss for a moment, and wriggled cozily, feeling like a child in bed on a lazy Sunday morning. Eventually I sat up, and reflexively spit a congealed ball of emotion across the room, and looked at Alicia seated to my left. "Well, that's it. Welcome to Utopia " Alicia smiled and nodded. The sun had set, and the spacious, dimly lit space was rich with magic and the potent scent of toad venom. The room was thick with emotion, and I looked at my father on the mat beside me “So that’s it.” he said “That’s it.” I replied “Two thumbs up.” To my right and behind me I saw Luna, and heard her crying gently. There is the impression that something profound had just taken place, and everyone sat quietly together in pure open awareness. My father and I hugged and laid on our backs, head to head, marvelling at what had just taken place. Jeremy came over to welcome us back. He thanked us for the beautiful session, saying that it brought him even closer to his own father, with whom he has shared this experience. We all sat together talking for a bit, about the experience we had, about the people it has helped, research being done, etc. “It’s nice to have a body.” I say, and I mean it. “A nice human thing.” We all sat for a while, and as big talk turned to small talk, the evening drew to a close. I offered my deep gratitude to our facilitators, to the people who harvested this medicine, to the toad, to the earth, to the sky, to myself. To The Self. Years, indeed lifetimes could be spent in describing the awakened non-dual state, and that’s exactly what’s going on. All religions, mystery schools, and spiritual traditions are pointing to this. There is nothing new I need to say or could say. Any way I approach it, this experience is a transcendence. It is nothing like n,n-DMT, and yet an obvious expansion on it. There is no way I could have prepared for it, but everything in my life led to that moment. It was infinite power and infinite gentleness. I have to choose to end the report here, lest I go on forever. I'm in no hurry to go back to that space but I savor the thought of when the time comes to return. tl;dr I smoked dried toad venom and became God, which is synonymous with Universe, Love, Tao, Reality, Energy, Intelligence, Creation, Imagination, Consciousness, Eternity, Infinity, Everything, Nothing. This. Here. Now.

Forum was glitchy when I tried to share my trip report here, so it can be found in it's own thread here

Hello friends, this is my first time in the forum. Some history: - 33 year old male, Los Angeles - First used psychedelics (LSD) when I was 16 - Experiences include cannabis, LSD, mescaline, psilocybin, n,n-DMT - Watched my first Actualized video maybe 4 years ago, and have seen every video Leo has put out for the past 2 years, plus many earlier videos - In 2019 I changed my diet, discovered dzogchen, and had many many experiences with n,n-DMT All this is to briefly outline the trajectory which has led to this: my first experience with 5-MeO this coming Wednesday. I am as "prepared" as anyone can be. Prepared to let go, prepared to let it burn, be washed away, blown away, grounded into the earth, however you would like to put it. This is mostly an introduction, but also an AMA if anyone is interested, and I'll come back with a trip report. Glad to be Here.

@ZenSwift @Adamq8 @Sempiternity I didn't emphasize it in my trip report, but there was a sense of deep, deep metaphysical reunion with my dad in this experience. I felt how my character is a interference pattern between my mom's and dad's best qualities. Their coming together "unlocked" the door for me to manifest, and I manifest in order to experience the joy of creation and to remember the truth of our divinity.

I did 5-MeO for the first time last week and did not have even a milliliter of freaked outness. The truth of existence is that it doesn't exist, there is nothing going on except God in it's own completed perfection. You can allow yourself to be like that. The deeper in neutral stillness you can allow yourself to be, the more the trip will go "Oh good, let's keep going" and it just unfolds more, and more, and more. I have some experience with psychedelics and other self actualization modalities, but am by no means even at an intermediate level.

@EmptyVase the psilocybin experience is not unlike the DMT experience, because indeed it is broken down into a form of DMT. Extreme high dose mushrooms can get one very deep indeed, to breakthrough level.

@Federico del pueblo there are similarities; the rapid onset, the hyperbolic folding of the senses into some fractal unity, the rather comfy physical sedation, and the collapse/transcendence of boundary conditions. 5-MeO is much more potent and is less "visually active" as I'm sure you've heard. My experiences on n,n-DMT are atypical, like those that @Leo Gurahas reported, which is to say that I don't generally meet "entities" but rather have my entire sense of self expanded and projected "out" into a kaleidoscope of meaning expressed as impossible geometry and gnosis, in which Awareness recognizes Itself as complete, perfect, and whole. My experiences on 5MeO share that same fundamental message of non-duality, but with the sense of an independent self completely erased, thus allowing the full awesome nature of Self to bloom. With all but the highest doses of n,n there is still a sense of witnessing This. On 5MeO one is being This. I won't go further in this comment. More coming in the trip report.