The 3 Hits...The 3 Hits
Bet You Can't Just Have One?
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.
Time to take another walk through the gardens of Acaciaville. Here in the garden you never know what bejewelled animal, entity, or spirit might make an appearance. There were surprises around every nook and cranny. What is a cranny? I assume it is a small space because it is always teamed up with nook. Nothing to do with a cranberry….
We were not wasted away but we got very far away from wherever we were sitting. I always found my time with the plant, when ingested orally, that you were PLANTED in your chair. I never found the acacia brew (DMT the active molecule) one that enabled me to do too much moving around. You never knew who, what or where you were going to bump into something. Those that know understand there is much to move you and bump into you while you are stationary.
The experience with smoking DMT was intriguing as I have already told you. It was confronting because of the rapid onset but once you got used to that, it was time to roam around. Having slowed the spinning colours around after a few times, we leant into doing experiments with one or 2 hits. During some of these times I found myself floating in a blue space where I encountered a being working on a spaceship. It did not look like anything I had seen before but somehow I knew that is what it was.
This being, working away, had a head, and arms, but the body was hard to figure out. It was floating in this large chamber that I was also floating through. I was welcomed and invited to look around. It seemed like I was there for hours. There was only the one entity and the ship and blue that went on infinitely.
“Do you want another hit?”, Joe asked.
“No, no….I am just sort of ‘controlling’ this space….”, I said as I drifted away. Was I swimming?
It was a mild night, but I was so cold. We found when we smoked the molecule that we got a deep coldness within ourselves. As we went very far away we always had blankets nearby.
Joe eventually gave me another hit and I left the blue space but was still floating through the cosmos. This was just below breakthrough level. I was not yet ready for another hit that night, but I knew that I had reached another plateau. There was no fear of what I would encounter or where I would go.
Not long after this evening with my alien friend I decided it was time to take the 3 hits. The 3 hits, crossing over, leaving it all behind, ego death….let’s go.
Joe and his partner and our friend Heidi were there. We made a fire and a comfortable place to lie next to the fire. There was a fire in my belly and calmness in my soul and mind. My decision had been made.
Time to jump into the fire.
You can climb a mountain, you can swim the sea
You can jump into the fire but you'll never be free, no no
You can shake me up, I can break you down
Beauty and Space 13 July 2019
(written soon after the experience)
So yes the three hits...something I had heard and talked about for some time.
I had finally surrendered to any negativity or fear while inhaling the molecule.
Time was now.
This is how it played out.
Hit 1- hold it hold it hold it...familiar brown and white checkerboard and mandala-type patterns. It was coming on strong, but this was only number one.
Exhale....
Hit 2-all those visions sped up and moved through me ....my eyes opened but not seeing any of the planet. I could feel things starting to move and swirl. It was more an inner feeling than an outer one.
Exhale…..not sure at all where I was as I heard a voice say, “Readyyyyy, for the…..”
Hit 3- My friend held the pipe for me lit it and held it to my lips ....I inhaled stopped a bit...inhaled a bit more...waved it away. I think that is what I did. That was my recollection.
Later, I was told I inhaled the third hit like a ‘boss’. I had no recollection of exhaling. I had no idea who the boss was and my name is not Bruce.
Joe began to fragment. His arm and his hand broke into hundreds of pieces. I did not see his entire being, but his arm was all particles. My head fell back and I felt as if I was rushing and racing towards the stars....or another universe.
Imagery was not something that stayed with me.... but I had truly left the physical plane, and my body was far away from me, maybe never to be seen again.
There was no connection at all to this place that I called home. Earth.
And with a sort of whoosh...or some sound ...I entered an area...was it a room?
It was a simplistic but beatific space.
This place was pure and white, and I existed in this space and for however long I was there it vibrated simplicity and peace...but mostly love and connection and a sense that all was going to be and always will be all right. This is a familiar mantra for me when I work with psychedelics.
This went on for years .... but there was nothing else just this feeling of pure joy...of being free and content and centred. There was no me really...just that vibration.
There was just my energy there in this peaceful space.
I did not so much leave that space as much as I melted back into my human form, piece by piece.
Coming back into my body...I had for a moment a sense of nausea that passed quickly.... but I felt like the fragments of self that had been broken apart were reforming into my human form.
I heard sounds but felt my other dear friend leaning over me and adjusting the fire. Love was apparent in all that was around me and within me.
My friend Joe whispered close to my head, wherever that was, “Is that the farthest you have ever gone?” and I may have nodded even though I knew it was rhetorical. There were parts of me still missing.
I opened my eyes, and the colours and fragments of reality were coming back .... but there was a patchwork of connectivity around the space and people that were there
The colours were orange and blue and I felt myself coming back into my physical self.
Whoa.
If I recall correctly, the timekeeper said that maybe it was close to 20 minutes from one hit to being back. It could have been millions of years.
I relaxed and did not speak for some time, just getting myself re-arranged and together. I was trying to make sense of this experience, and I knew the integration of that moment would take some time. But since we were going to be spending time around the fire at Acaciaville, while other people took some journeys, I had a thought.
With previous experience, I discovered that you could influence the experience, as I mentioned in an earlier essay where I said I was able to slow down the rapid-moving fractals when I took the first hit. I had made up my mind that I would do the 3 hits again this evening to see if I could control this ‘ego death’ or whatever it was.
As I expressed this to my dear friends, they sort of looked at me like I was a touch mad. There was no turning back. Being in this zone I wanted the magic to happen again, whatever it would be.
Batter Up
3 Hits (Again)
For some quite possibly insane reason, I wondered if I could control the 3 hit experience. I was going to stay as focused and in control of the magic as I possibly could. My goal was to hang onto the tail of that Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride of a molecule and see what I could make it do. Yeah…. such a promising, simple idea.
The idea of controlling the experience evaporated as soon as I inhaled again.
My brother-in-arms prepared the pipe and I made myself comfortable on the mat near the fire. I chose a song that I knew to leave with and to come back to...Gomez...”Get Miles”.
First hit in and held for awhile....no big rush yet....hit number 2....brought me those similar brown and white patterns and I could feel things uncoil.
Was the third hit a big hit or not? While you are heading down this trail after the second hit you are already beginning to break apart. After that inhaalation I was whisked away from my body again.
Rushing towards a pinprick of light ....until whoosh I was surrounded by all white again.
There were pulsations of light outside the whiteness ...like a beating heart of colour....but it was soon drowned out by the overwhelming calmness and tranquillity and beauty of pure white.
Once again everything resonated peace...And beauty and simplicity.
But this time it hit me in the heart .... or was that the soul...it was the people there with me and it was the universe. Everything seemed to coalesce around the beating heart and breath of our existence.
Fear and worry were not available. I vibrated and felt at one with wherever I was.
I had a thought that I should be seeing wild vibrant colours and entities but that passed and was replaced by that pure white light.
Did I have that thought? I am unsure.
Coming back into my body I felt tears rolling down my face and the vibration of a positive universe of love. This was remarkable but truly moving. Someone got close to me and kept me warm and hugged me.
My friend said “was that the farthest you have ever gone?” And it came to me as if i was in a dream. Or did he say that to me the first time? Did I actually do the 3 hits again or was I still there all that time?
Time passed...the music was soothing and familiar.
Tears rolled down my face and I was surrounded physically by good people who only cared for my safety. My tears were shed because of this deep, unlimited, beauty I had been shown. Not just the white space, but the beauty within the universe.
Something familiar yet foreign something distant yet near....something solid....or not.
It was a truth that I need to hold onto...something I know ...but must never be forgotten.
It’s love ...it’s bliss...it’s creation...it’s our vibration....it’s our vibration.
Every DMT traveller has a hard time finding the words to illustrate what took place for them. What adjective can describe the pureness of the love and beauty I experienced?
And that was it. That was the last time I took 3 hits. I feel as if I got the message and there is no need to pick up that phone again. I am sure there are other things to learn but I do not think I have to take that journey to learn them.
Drinking the plant was another matter. More tales to come about group ceremonies, plant medicine conventions and something about ‘the mushroom telling me to do it”. A line that was stolen by someone….but more to come about that bizaro tale later!
Thanks for hanging out and listening.