Cap 7

I ate 300 ug this time, kind of wired I found myself talking like "el viajero" that guy that only comes when I enjoy 100% felt I like myself try to give myself work but in the path of self-realization, but then when I finally im there, it is not me, it is him… but that is only like one hour and a half of ingesting the 300ug, after that, I become the door and the exit of all my existance, every like thing is me because I become life itself, thiank about, imagine this being GTA San Andreas (Im this old), you know you are the only consuces person in the game, and even tho you know yourself as Carl Jonhson, it is kind of like that, in that game, you are God, and the thing is, in this one, you are too, but I get caught up in all the storiline, you are the drama in the storiline and not the kid enjoying the game, even if things get difficult, actually there is when its more fun, but you have to make it not only for GTA but also for real, That way you become God there and here too.

Going back to the story, after I would say 2.5 hours in the trip… colors, they are already different, they toke that under saturated, my view become wider and everything become silence, I now only hear my own breath and I tell teriluna: “You will have to take care of me”, I close my eyes and I know im going to that realm, I only enjoy the ride, while levitating in the shadows of my body I keep just repeating the word Ram, Ram, en cada exalacion: Ram, Ram, Ram.

That takes me into a another dimension, but this time something tells me I need to write this down I open my eyes and ask for my laptop, I start writing, you will read what I wrote in a couple of chapters ahead; While I was writing I notice that I started to not only see the word im about to type, but the whole text was taking a colofull tone byitself, the letter started to show a blow just below the text and the whole text started moving like a wave from left to rigth, and then I started to see Sanskrit, first time, I paniced!... “shit I can do this” couple of days ago I was talking with a friend about how some people get trap in that word and never come back, in this moment I was thinking to myself, “I got to that point, if I keep writing I will only be able to read and write in fucking Sanskrit” and I look up, and she was there, she was being the background of my writing, now all texture have that little glow under everything, “I can even make it in the air, the air is so dense, my hand feel so heave in the air, wow, how can I not see this everyday in my life, I just want to expericne life like this everyday“, I close my eyes again.

This time there is nothing more than me, myself, and I, all by ourselves in the space of Mind. We all know what I have to do, We all know I will never figure it out, and at the same time We all know I am doing it (by We, “El viajero”, “default” y “Guia”)

Justo escribiendo... (No esto, si no más o menos con 3 horas en el LSD trip) 

While I was writing… (about 3 hours in the LSD trip)

I realize that I delete my first Ayahuasca trips reports on purpose, not sure why right now, but the point is, I have access to know how the 100% is when I take a large dose of LSD, but I'm tired of it, I don't want that but I knew I had to do it, it was like something were about to change and is not the first time I feel like this about my life, those moments are a treasure.

That is the best thing about Yoga, it makes you appreciate the little moments, then you realize life is just a bunch of little moments that you will never run out of, so you have a life full of appreciation.

That was the life lesson from that... also I have the craziest orgasm!

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