How Ayahuasca transported me to Vatican and back

[Guest SirVladimir]

I felt like writing a compelling throwback to one of my journeys.

A lukewarm smile washes over me when I reminisce the tranquil night.

I'll spare you of the details, for as now and again I bought the ingredients, stoked the campfire, and brewed the potion.

The moon was a ghostly stallion toddling onto the sky. The valley was ablaze from a cord of fireflies.

Witness the forest's beauty before sundown: https://imgur.com/a/bDkHd0y

With the intention to dust off the endless tangibility of the mind, I started making my way through the troposphere.

"The breath is a ticket beyond earth. The breath is a ticket beyond earth," I kept repeating as I witnessed the truth condense before my eyes. Luckily, there is no atmosphere. I love using metaphors to bask in life's imagination. It is a method of transportation.

If you remember my good old visualization thread, that is the approach I utilized.

As the gates of now burst open, endless beauty flooded my mouth. "I am everything," I laughed like a mad king into the night, and she hugged me back, "This is a constant, forever-changing canvas, whose colors are so mixed and interwoven that I can make anything of them. Although I'll inevitably lose this sense of enlightenment, I will forever remain the Truth, the painter who is being painted, and again I'll return to the foot of home."

In spite of the night running deep, the sun descended from the sky and illuminated the valley as on the brightest of days. Meanwhile, the music 'Chevaliers de Sangreal' was playing. I realized how tiny and insignificant the concept of Earth is and how little is needed to explore it. I'd never desire a plane ticket again. I'd never desire to see Antarctica nor Cape of Good Hope... Not really. Every concept of place, state and province is being sketched on the grid of the present moment.

For some reason, I thought of the Vatican Gardens. I imagined the trees that looked like lollipops to me, and I imagined a sunny sky above my head. The narrative instantly condensed before my eyes, and voila, I was here, in Vatican, but really, Vatican was here, just like it is in your moment right now but a thousand times more profound.

Although we're the most open-minded forum in the world, I pray you'll witness the beauty that is being pointed towards yourself. Enjoy this tiny read, which is a bit less serious and deep than our ultimate reports, but holds wisdom nevertheless. I trust you'll appreciate I rollicked with the words, teased the language a bit, cavorted like the ageless insignificant child I am.

 

 

Edited November 19, 2020 by SirVladimir

[Moksha]

@SirVladimir Walking in the Vatican Gardens, hearing its moonlight music, can you feel its hedges caress you out of yourself, and toss you back into the sky? ?

Edited November 19, 2020 by Moksha

[Guest SirVladimir]

@Moksha Spread me into the sky like butter.

[seeking_brilliance]

Great artistic thread... I'm always a sucker for reading music, but we got a picture too! Very cool ?

I've only taken a psychedelic once, but your descriptions are very familiar.  

 

 

[zeroISinfinity]

 

 

 

[Guest SirVladimir]

@zeroISinfinity You see through me.