Journey # 2 Spirits and Soul Singers

We Are Not Done With You

Foreword-Whatever your understanding about psychedelics and plant medicine, I want you to know this is not a scientific peer-reviewed study. This multi-part tale is a biographic moment of my life that was enlightening and illuminating. My need to re-visit these moments is part of my continual integration of these experiences and how they positively impacted me. Even as I write these stories, I continue to learn. I hope you enjoy them. Any questions?  Let me know in the comments or feel free to chat with me in any way you like. Take care in all you do.

Continuing With Acacia in 2019

I was not the first nor will I be the last who has been called by plant medicine. There are many articles, podcasts, videos and books about people hearing the call of ayahuasca/acacia, aka DMT. Some are called by other funghi or plants.

Something was going on here that seemed inviting, playful, and enriching.

As you saw in my earlier writings about my first journey there was a strong attraction to the healing aspect of this plant and the serotonin lift I had experienced for weeks post-tea ingestion. My mate and I constantly communicated about his deep weekly journey with the plant, the people he was meeting online in the garden of the local plant medicine community, and whatever other readings were found in our research.

Besides the decrease in anxiety and stress, I was finding clarity, happiness and a very strong awareness of synchronicity in all that I did. Every connection I made from the barista to the bus driver to my family held more significance. Moving through how to organise living arrangements as my wife and I separated became somewhat effortless as 2019 became the start of my housesitting ‘career’. It was not as smooth as a waxed leg but things could have been much worse.

I headed up the M1 to drink again where we were still consuming a large volume of plant liquid. The sun was still high in the sky and we drank it back. The onset was nothing like last time and those South American women never made an appearance again. There were similar colours and shapes and this time I forced myself to open my eyes and commune with the plants and nature. Everything was glistening and the plant life was alive. There was a closed water lily bud  in the water feature in the yard.

Sitting in the sunlight that bud was sending me vibrations of life. The energy was flowing across the yard to me. There were no words but there was communication.

“By tomorrow morning that lily will be fully bloomed”, I solemnly said to Joe. I firmly believed that the lily had sent me some sort of message.

Unsure if he heard me I continued to absorb all of the nature and energy going on during this early Summer afternoon. Puffy clouds and blue sky were on display and as I looked up into these clouds they transformed into black female soul singers. Phoebe Snow, Roberta Flack, and Aretha Franklin were in the sky above me. I shook my head.

They remained. Of course, they were not singing but I could see their faces and afros as clear as a photograph.

I went inside to get some water. I came back and they remained. This was probably the only time in my life I had experienced a static hallucination. I was impressed and taken aback. I think I looked like this.

Time passed.

I needed to navigate down the hallway to take a leak. There was no purge on the horizon and I was feeling the impact of the medicine in a happy moment. I had to sit down to wee because I was a bit wobbly. I was sitting there, and 2 spirits came and presented themselves in front of me. They sort of had the outline of a human body but no distinguishing features.

They communicated with me. I am not sure if it was words but there was a conversation that went like this:

One of them commanded me, “You have to purge!”

“No, I must do a wee. I don’t have the urge to purge at all”, I said. Urge to purge made me laugh and I thought I must recall that rhyme.

The order was repeated and I just said I was going to finish doing my business. They stood in front of me, sort of floating, not touching the ground. Who were these beings? What were they and what did they want with me?

As I began to pull up my pants and re-attach my belt, I found myself crashing to my knees and purging, retching into the toilet bowl. I wiped my mouth and laughed and said to my new friends, “Well, you certainly got that right!”

The spirits remained in the bathroom with me and they reached out to me and said, “Come with us”.

Was it a hand, whatever it was, I commenced to reach out to them but then stopped short and said, “You know, we just met and I am not sure of you two yet,” I laughed.

They understood and put no pressure on me to go anywhere with them. Today I wonder where I would have gone if I had accepted their invitation.

Washing my face and brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror laughed, and was about to head out the door. This was some weird ass hallucination, and I was not even sure it was a hallucination. It seemed real.

“Wait, don’t go yet,” one of them said.

“What now”, I asked with a laugh. I was sort of giggling at what was going on and I had no fear.

They said, “Don’t forget, we aren’t done with you yet.”

I walked out to the day bed laughing and Joe was asking what was going on and I said I would tell him later. Meanwhile, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling I was having.

I giggled thinking about the spirits and their visit with me. What did it mean? Were they going to come back? And if they did what needed to be done with me that had not been done? There was not much to report after this occurrence. Visually for me, things were still happening, but that visit was simply off the charts. This is why DMT is called the ‘spirit molecule’ I assumed.

Joe and I were sitting on the back deck, planted in our chairs, as usual, staring off into the beautiful foliage and trees that swayed in the breeze. We did not move around much during our travels.

Joe said quietly and solemnly, “I love you too”.

I glanced over at him with a quizzical look. He said, “Did you see that?”

I think I replied that if I had seen that I would probably have to be inside his head and I laughed and he tried to describe what occurred, but in my state, I could not follow him. There was something about love and the plants but at this point, conversation was not a strong point for either of us.

There was once again an abrupt ending. One moment I am meeting spirits and seeing amazing shapes and colours and the like and then all of a sudden, BOOM, it is over. I had never experienced this before with any psychedelic. With LSD or mushrooms, things seemed to ease off as they moved through your being. With this acacia there seemed to be a firm off and on switch for me.

After some food and some downtime and maybe a beer, we slept. In the morning we sat over coffee and brekkie and I asked Joe to tell me about what he saw last night when he proclaimed aloud, “I love you, too”.

“I was looking at the leaves on all of the plants and the trees and each blade of grass. They seemed to want to say something to me but I had no idea what, I just felt it. All of a sudden every leaf, every blade of grass, each piece of plant matter flashed a big sign at him, printed in bold letters on each one: We Love You.

He said it was like a flash, like someone opening and closing a blind, it was that fast and very moving. Once again the plants themselves were communicating with us.

What a remarkable day.

I was left wondering what my spirit friends meant when they said they were not done with me

Time would reveal that soon enough.

And just in case you were wondering, that Water Lily was in full bloom when I awoke for my coffee on the verandah. I had no doubt it would be. It was a given, I had been told by the plant itself.

Coming Up-Interesting synchronicity, lightninbg bolts, plant obsession and smoking DMT.

At present, I have not gone deep into what I have integrated in my experiences so far. I will clue you in down the track.
But have a listen to Gabor Mate’s experience. It’s worth the 12 minutes.