Random Thoughts From Acaciaville
A Break From Full-Scale Trip Reporting....
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.
We believed that everyone, even Donald Trump, should get some acacia into them.
What would happen if we facilitated acacia sessions?
How far can we go with this medicine?
I am not giving up my chair. Joe and I had a chair each on his verandah and we felt ‘planted’ on it while we communed wth nature. Some might say we were rooted to the spot.
Reduction! We learned that we could reduce the juice. That was quite a relief for the gut.
Friends, family and others HAD to hear about my adventures. I was a bit of an evangelist. People listened to my ramblings but I am sure there are some in my network I should have avoided oversharing with.
Acaciaville? We christened Joe’s yard with that name. Think Jimmy Buffet’s “Margaritaville” except what we were doing was not getting wasted and there was no blowing out of flip flops. Nor was there a hangover.
We made more contacts with people within the Australian Psychedelic Society (APS) and Entheogenesis Australis (EGA) who were helpful and well-versed in plants and plant medicine.
My energy was switched on, and I felt I was moving through the world less stressed. Little things did not bother me, and I was open to the many changes in my personal life.
There is no ceremony, there is a ceremony. We believed the plant did the work and taught people what they needed. We created a safe and loving space for anyone who drank with us.
Joe had people come to him to sip the tea and I facilitated a couple of sessions with small groups. (More detail on that later with more trip reports from the field)
Did I mention that I was seriously oversharing what we were up to with family and friends and people on the street? Oh, yes I did….
My journeys made me more open and able to be even more vulnerable.
As I have mentioned this medicine found me when I needed it. My heart was wounded and my family life was changing. I could not thank the plant enough for some healing that was taking place.
Joe and I were both having revelations and conversations that would stretch into the early hours of the next day. I thank him for his friendship.
Smoking DMT was next on our list. I was enjoying the healing properties of drinking and purging and learning and integrating, but I was curious to find out about the wild side of inhaling the smoke.
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I had heard the term ‘businessman’s trip. Alex explains…
Listening to Terence McKenna I had always been drawn to this experiences. Have a listen and let me know what you think.
‘The Western mind is very queasy around these experiences that cast into doubt its cherished delusions about how reality is put together and when you get to DMT you have hit the main vein.
I mean I hold it in reserve as the ultimate convince sir I mean that's for these there are these people running around you know who say “Oh you people who are into drugs give me a good branch whiskey and a little TV I think you're deluding yourself”
Say you do you well if you got five minutes to invest in this proposition my cheerful friend because if you do have I got news for you’ (excerpt from above video)
Changa was created by Julian Palmer in 2003-2004[ and named when he 'asked' for a moniker for the drug during an ayahuasca session.Palmer actively 'seeded' Changa throughout the world, introducing it to the UK, Russia, India, Morocco, West Africa, Chile, Montenegro and China. Julian Palmer is an Australian well-known in the plant/psychonaut community. We would cross paths along the way.
One morning I awoke at a house sit in Surry Hills to a knock on the door. Joe and his friend came in and I worked my head around my sake hangover. My friend Heidi had brought over some changa for us. My head was more in need of panadol but Joe was keen to partake so we sprinkled a bit in a bowl and he inhaled.
“WHOA”, is all he said. We sat and waited for him to return. Little did we know was that word “WHOA” was going to be heard a number of times over the coming weeks/months.
After Joe returned with a look of amazement, I decided to have a wee toke of what remained in the bowl. I took this wee hit, and as I exhaled, the cocktail glasses and bottle of liquor on the cabinet in front of me started to flicker, melt, and change shape. The speed in which this manifested was like nothing I had experienced.
We were about to try some more experiments with our beloved acacia.
We were about to enter …..The Changa Zone….