Presentation by Maria Papaspyrou
Harley makes lines of light brown powder on the plate and rolls up a piece of paper in a tube. Inhaling this through the nose seems like the most challenging part of the upcoming yopo ceremony. I have experienced many psychedelics and am not afraid of the experience itself. I’ve been far, I’ve been deep. I feel ready.
We are waiting for the sunset and Harley throws another handful of the coco leaves behind his cheek. He says it will help him to stay focused and be more present for me and Elizabeth. He suggests we smoke some tobacco to bring more clarity to our intention and calm ourselves. I didn’t plan to smoke and feel rather calm but readily roll up. Sure, why not.
We smoke and use the toilet again. Harley warns about it, saying that once the process starts we won’t be able to move much and the need for the toilet might make the experience more complicated.
We are back on our blankets. I pull out a bottle of Spearmint essential oil and stick it close to my nose – Ba, maybe a bit too close as I feel its burning. I wonder if I should have asked our facilitator Harley if it would be ok and not interfere with the medicine – too late. Spearmint smells so nice and I hand the bottle to Elizabeth, she likes the smell and Harley takes a few sniffs too. We blow our noses again. We are ready and Harley hands me the plate and the paper tube. He says we should go first as it will be better for him to be a little bit behind. No demonstration. I put the tube in my right nostril and inhale some the powder, I switch the nostril and repeat. There is still some left. I try to do it quickly as I’ve been warned the medicine starts working very fast and I might not be able to finish if I stall. More powder in the right nostril, leftover in the left. I hand the plate and the tube to Elizabeth, feeling a bit awkward about my nose juice on the paper tube. She doesn’t seem to mind and proceeds with her own line. My eyes are tearing from the powder but I don’t feel much burning. I sit back and wait.
There is a minute or two of vague sensations in the body. I start panting. I remember that Harley recommended keeping the eyes closed, and close my eyes. Immediately intensely strong colourful patterns appear and I feel unwell. I want to escape the visuals as I feel they make me more nauseated. There is no escape, and the wave of nausea culminates in my stomach contents coming up. I remember to lean in the direction where there is no blanket and vomit. I feel intensely unwell, there is no concept of the blanket and other people and the reality anymore. Just my suffering, No escape. Nothing and no one can help me. The medicine has started working and I have to face it alone.
I moan and groan and find the vocalizing my suffering is the only thing I can do. I scream like a hurting animal. I lean forward and vomit again. I am clenching handkerchief that my 92 year old friend gifted me and try to wipe my face. Raw animal suffering. The psychedelic disorientation is so strong and chaotic. I feel like I might die, but can’t do anything to prevent it. I remember to keep my head up and not collapse in my vomit. I scream again, the pain is released with the intensity of my voice and I want to continue screaming. I hear Harleys voice “Please don’t scream”. I am able to talk. I say “Why not?”. I remember that he said if we feel impelled to vocalize, if icaros are coming – voice them, as it’s considered disrespectful to resist when the spirit of the medicine moves through you. In my suffering delirious mind my screaming is as sacred as the icaros. It helps me. I scream again. “Please don’t scream”, says Harley again. “The neighbours will be concerned”. “They should be concerned” I say. I see my suffering as the archetypal suffering of all, and I don’t want people to pretend that it is not happening. I am ill. We are all ill, and I remember I’ve been praying for healing for myself and others. “Help me, God ”.
I remember God and cling to the idea of something merciful and powerful. If anything can help me – it’s God. “Please God, help me”. I hear Harley is talking to Elizabeth. Another wave of vomit comes and doesn’t bring any relief. But the idea that there are other people who took medicine with me helps me remember the concept of respect. I don’t want to vomit on them or their things, I don’t want them to suffer from the pain in my screaming. I want to open my eyes and see how Elizabeth is doing but I can’t. I am grateful to Harley for being strong and not collapsing to his own experience but attending to us.
Snot is pouring out of my nose but I don’t have anything to blow it into, I exhale it like two little rivers and register the absolute lack of concern for being civil and neat. There is only my suffering and no help. I try to harness my desire to scream and start talking. I speak Russian to God. I ask for help. I am powerless against the intensity of the suffering but I want it to ease. “It is so difficult. Help me. Help me Help me”. I claw the earth underneath my hands. I feel the strength of my suffering is also my strength. I try to tap into it, to not give up to death, to continue seeking relief if only through my intention. “Help me. It is so difficult. Help me. I pray for health. I pray for love. I pray for the end of my suffering”. The strength of the rummaging animal in me is my strength, but what is it fighting against? I feel that it needs to surrender. I don’t know how to surrender to suffering. The strong fighting demon in me is me and makes me strong. Makes me not submissive – not to Harley, not to anyone. But it remembers respect and tries to make the fight less loud and less traumatic to others. I need to be strong so I don’t die from the intensity or I need to be weak and give up to it? “Help me, God. It is very difficult”.
There comes the moment when I can see again. I see the outline of my fellow travellers. I don’t know how they feel, but they seem to be the background to my struggle. I want to find the resolution. I am Maria. I am the oldest here. I need to find the healing. If not me, then who. I am strong. I am strong enough. I am still alive, and not screaming. The vomiting comes again and I find my dirty little handkerchief. Surprise and a certain sense of pride for being so prepared, for having an item of comfort. I am Maria. I start to verbalize my thoughts in English, for the sake of my English speaking companions. Harley said that he finds Russian language terrifying, I won’t scare him. I won’t scream. My rummaging animal is finding consolation in my voice. I like my voice. I like to be alive. I don’t like vomiting. I don’t like sitting in the vomit. I like Elizabeth, I wish her well. I like Harley. I am grateful to him for keeping himself together, for being an inspiration of strength for me. It is so difficult, God. Help me. Whatever happening with me is the great mystery of the battle and surrender. I surrender to God. I choose God. I choose feeling well, and not suffering. But God, almighty God created me, just like it created suffering. Why? Why does God want the suffering, why did it create the demon in me that chooses to harm my body in a certain way to produce ill health. I feel that it’s the weakness and impurity that I have brought onto myself with my lifestyle choices. With the salami I decided to buy and eat for lunch, with everything that I, my demon, chooses to do to create pimples on my face, headaches, sore muscles. It is the fight between the demon and God. But God created this demon, and allows this battle. Why?
Because it is the game. The game cannot be too easy, otherwise it’s not interesting to play it. From the point of eternity, nothing is bad, everything creates a particular development of the game, and our suffering and death are repeated seemingly endlessly, when the demon wins. But the demon cannot win forever. God created Maria, this Maria, that is strong enough to withstand the battle and make God the winner. I choose God, I choose health, I choose peace and beauty. I am strong. Maybe there were other Marias and they were not strong enough. But God keeps trying, and this Maria is strong and can survive all the rummaging of the demon, all the choices that bring suffering onto myself, and choose God. Choose Health.
It is enough. We all suffered so much. It is a very difficult game and we kept loosing in it. But God perceivers. There is still so much of it around us. And we all keep carrying the message of love and the message of God as well as we can. The neighbours don’t like me screaming, because they have children, who might be scared. So the neighbours choose God in their care for their children, protecting them, feeding them, creating homes and gardens for them. There are trees and grass, and cats, and puppies. I like puppies. I know that God is winning, that demon is loosing because I choose the beautiful creation of God. Not the ones it allowed to exist for the sake of the game, but the ones that express its beautiful nature. Nature. Colours. Music. My ukulele. God created people that came before me, that know how to make ukuleles, God allowed me to have enough money to buy it. Maybe I can’t play it very well, but I try, and I like the sound I create with my awkward autistic fingers.
I am autistic and I like to play. I am a child that likes to play. Just like God. God is playing in creation and trying to create a Maria that will find it. Just like me trying to understand what I am, find myself. I am the image of God. We both like to play. We both like nature and flowers and animals. I am like God and of course God loves me for that. God loves me, and wants me to find it, helping, reminding, constantly reminding me about its presence in all the beauty in the world. In these two people sitting next to me, and laughing at my funny rambles and agreeing with me. God creates people that like me and like to see me play. I play with God, in trying to find it. I shake my head from side to side, happy at finding the answer, loving that answer – it is all a game and I love playing.
I am Maria, I am a woman, and now I know that Female is primary. It is what appeared first and finds its strength in being the birther, the creator, being the mother of all things. The game must be harder for a man. Being born out of a woman, being fostered by something so different from him, and needing to find the purpose for his existence, his polar energy is a very difficult task. All the men I know find it unbearable and hide their agony in drugs, power struggles, games of aggression. They feel inferior, and rage from that feeling. They hate the woman, they hate the mother, also hating themselves for wanting her, for enjoying her care and affection, for wanting to be the baby, weak and receiving.
And we, the women, tend to feel their hate and start wondering – what is this creature, male, that came out of us, but is so different from us. We feel the threat coming from the men and hate them back. The perpetual game of hate. God created us polar opposites, knowing that we would fear one another, and try to destroy one another, until one moment we find our strength and show it to the other, and see it in the other, and appreciate the polar opposite for something that is a reflection of God too, but in a way that compliments us. Love. That is the purpose of this game that God created. Creating a Man and a Woman – the battle fields for two Demons and two Gods, trying to fight the other – male Demon against female Demon, learning our strengths in the process and finally recognising the strength and the value in the other – male God and female God. Noticing the God in ourselves, and seeing it reflected in the other. The divine mystery of Love. Of God, whose essence is creation. Of God, who doesn’t know what it is, till it creates us, and we grow and evolve to see God, to find God in ourselves and finally see it in others, in the Other. And help God understand what it is, through us, through our understanding. We are oh so important, God needs us to find itself. God needs the God in me to win over the Demon in me, and helps me in this battle. Of course it helps me. I am grateful for everything that I encounter that makes me grateful. I am grateful for being able to have the feeling of gratitude. For noticing the beauty. For noticing God. For choosing life and participation in the divine game every day. It is a very difficult game, but I am strong enough. I am Maria, the loved daughter of God. I help God to find itself, to know itself and in this is my divine purpose.
I see Harley sitting in front of me. This male, whose part in the game is not easy, but who tries as hard as I do. Despite all the difficult turns in his life, he is still alive as well, he chooses to live and help others, help me and Elizabeth to see God, to win in this game and not to surrender to the Demon. I see and appreciate his strength, his willingness to help and I know that this is the essence of being a male – the father principle. Harley is a man, and I am grateful to him for being that, for showing the complimentary to mine strength and helping me in my process. I remember his personal pain of recently loosing his mother, who chose death over her child, over Harley, who did not see his value and couldn’t love him. I put my hand on Harley’s forearm “I am so sorry, I am so sorry, please forgive me, please forgive the woman, please forgive your mother for not seeing the value in you, for not seeing the value in men, for not being able to love you”, I keep repeating. It is a very difficult game, and we all have made so many mistakes, but we are learning, we are getting better at that. “I am very sorry. You are beautiful, you have the right to exist just like women do, we all are needed in this play, only through both of our genders, only thorough overcoming the natural hate of the opposite, we can find God and God can find itself. Please forgive me, forgive her, forgive us”. “There is nothing to forgive, it’s ok”, says Harley. I am grateful for his softness, for his allowing me to go through this most intense, most difficult ceremony and being a part of it.
I turn to Elizabeth, loving her is easier. I see how beautiful this young woman is and I wish her only well, I wish her to keep winning in this battle, to keep choosing God, to keep choosing health and herself. She is strong. She is courageous. She came to this ceremony on her last day in Vilcabamba after out intense San Pedro ceremony the day before. I love seeing another strong woman. I find a little metal medallion in my pocket, that I bought 4 years ago – it has a simple flower on one side and a word JOY on the other, I hand it to Elizabeth. I want her to have it, to remember me, to remember our experiences together, and remember our discoveries – of God, of play, of beauty, of the strength in the women and the value in the men. “Remember me, remember Maria”. “Thank you, it is beautiful. Of course, I will”, we are both smiling at the beauty we see in each other.
Yopo. Yopo. Yopo. It has been so very difficult, but so very rewarding. I feel like the depth of my insights is very worth the difficult journey to them. I am ready to repeat it again, when and if I need them. My faulty human brain tends to have faulty human memory and I forget the lessons I learn. Yopo is the toughest and the most effective teacher that can remind me again. I am very happy I’ve met it.
Inconspicuous seeds of a tropical tree, ground up with burnt seashells have brought into the open the battle between my Demon and my God so vividly and let me pick the side consciously. I choose the side of God. I am strong to carry both of them inside and pick the side with the central seed of my consciousness. I am Maria and I am with God. I pray for Love and I see Love. I am Maria and I am strong. I carry Love inside me. Thank you, Yopo for letting me see, for letting me feel, for letting me find God again.
Set: Utmost respect. Mescaline containing cactus is a very powerful medicine from South America. High doses take one outside of personal boundaries to God and beyond.
Setting: Safety is paramount. If an experienced and trustworthy guide is unavailable, private space – dry, tidy, warm, with a bucket for bodily expulsions if such occur. Clean clothes, clean body, clean mind. Appropriate wholesome music, recorded spiritual teachings (e.g. Eckhart Tolle) and an audio system to play those. Incenses to bless the space. In my experience natural tobacco has been useful to foster the individuation process while in the midst of depersonalisation.
Medicine: Amount for one strong personal journey is a piece of a mature cactus lengthwise equal to your arm from elbow to palm (fingers). Obviously the amount of mescaline will differ depending on the age of the cactus, the species, the environmental condition it grew in and the length of your arm 😊 It is ok. If in doubt drink half of the prepared medicine and in 2-3 hours drink more if desired.
To prepare it:
You require: plenty of water, heating element, pot, metal mesh strainer, a vessel or two to keep the strained off liquid from the boil ups. A knife and a spoon.
- cut off the 3-4 cm tip off for replanting. It needs to be dried out till the scab forms on the exposed flesh, planted in soil and NOT watered till it roots.
- on the piece you are working with cut out the spines if present (longitudinal cuts to the right and the left of the spines angling the knife towards the spines to create the wedge works well).
- take the external plasticky skin off, using fingernails and/or knife. Discard.
- peel the green layer off using the knife. That’s where mescaline is and that’s what you’ll be working with. Respectfully discard the rest or experiment if you wish, as there is anecdotal evidence of mescaline present throughout the cactus tissue.
- put your green pieces in a pot and cover with water, bring to boil. Watch it closely as it will foam profusely, agitate the foam with a spoon, and lower the heat to a slow simmer. Cook for 5-7 hours adding water as necessary. Strain the liquid and put aside.
- cover the boiled cactus with more fresh water and cook for 5-7 more hours, adding water as necessary. It won’t foam again. Strain the liquid and set aside.
- repeat the boiling process once again with fresh water for additional 5-7 hours. Strain.
- combine the liquids from your three boil ups and reduce to a drinkable amount. 30-40 ml is plenty. You can use strong heat, but watch it closely when the amount is nearing the desired to prevent burning.
- cool and proceed with the ceremony when ready.
I have experimented with putting the plant material through the blender on the third boil and reducing the time of cooking, but the strainer I use lets through too much of the pureed cactus and the consistency of the medicine was a bit too much on a revolting side. You probably can use a pressure cooker and save on gas or electricity, just don’t forget that it will form foam initially, so don’t seal it till the foam settles.
What to expect from the journey: The effect starts to appear in 1-3 hours, be patient. Meditate, play a musical instrument, listen to music or Eckhart. Draw. Play with play dough. Try to avoid internet, computer games, chats and conversations while waiting – those might interfere with a smooth onset, agitate your mind and distract from a proper Set.
Nausea might appear at 30 min in, 1hour in, and any other intervals of initial take off. Sudden movements might trigger it, so try to glide like a panther if you need to move. Obviously if you vomit too soon, not much mescaline will have been absorbed, so the strength of your journey will be affected. If you are nauseated, sit close to your bucket and breathe, smell something nice, you can try chewing a piece of ginger (pickled, candied or fresh). On the other hand, don’t fight the nausea too much, if it wants out – let it out, you might need this purification and it might kick start the process of the journey. Be respectful to your Setting and clean the bucket as soon as you can.
As with many other psychedelics, it is not uncommon to feel cold and shiver, when your journey starts to take off, a nice blanket and perhaps a hot water bottle can be handy. For me mescaline often brings intense shaking and a certain feeling of agitation. Ride it off, it will pass.
The peak is at 3-5 hours after ingestion, and if the dose was high enough, prepare for unexpected – dissolution of the reality as you know it, divine presence and a loss of divine presence, loss of sense of self, and an unfamiliar sense of self with a touch of mania grandeur. It is best to keep the experienced states to yourself or share with trusted others only, as it can be easily labeled as psychotic states and unfriendly and non-understanding medical professionals might be employed to interfere. Endure, ride it out, it will pass. Although you must be aware of a condition called HPPD – Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder. If you’ve never heard about it – google it, and understand that it is a known risk while taking any psychedelics. Remember that you, and only you make the final decision to journey and assume the final responsibility for the process and the outcome.
There are different schools of thought about the best time of the day for the journey. Mescaline produces quite pleasant visual changes and everything you look at gets a divine glow, especially the inherently beautiful things like nature and animals. It can be wonderful to observe, and day light gives you more opportunities for that. On the other hand, as with all psychedelics, it is the insight and inner work that you should be after, so scheduling your journey for the night time might bring less distraction and quieter setting to accommodate for internal process. Do what works better logistically and intuitively.
Mescaline is a long acting medicine and 12 hours in, you will probably still feel certain effects, e.g. be more contemplative, philosophically inclined, present, empathetic etc. Use that time to connect with significant others if you want or go for a walk if a beautiful and safe setting is near by. Don’t operate machinery or do much else of the ordinary state of consciousness things. Journaling is good. Some water/tea/fruits if you want. Be prepared for a prolonged inner “buzz” and inability to sleep. You can catch up on rest the following day, don’t worry, but plan accordingly.
Personal experience: I tried San Pedro for the first time 2 years ago, in a group ceremony setting in Ecuador. I was not involved in the medicine preparation process and the journey was guided by a professional shaman (it is a registered profession in Ecuador). The effect was not overwhelmingly strong, but strong enough for me to feel strengthened by the process, develop respect and a wish to learn more. This year I participated in a group ceremony of a less commercial kind involving San Pedro and Temazcal – ceremonial sweat lodge. I helped with the preparation of the medicine. The effect was not very strong but strong enough to feel the magic and again strengthening of my core. For the last 2 and a bit months, I have been working with the medicine by myself, conducting solo ceremonies 2-3 times a week in the privacy of my room with an occasional venture outdoors and interactions with pigeons and a sympathetic neighbour or two. My dosage is moderate to high, and even with the expected development of tolerance (said to reset at 1 week abstinence), sufficient enough to reach the state of “ego loss”. Interestingly enough, if anything the effects have grown stronger, possibly because the first month of my journeys included considerable physical and psychological unease. My long standing chronic and recurrent cystitis and urethritis (bladder and urethra inflammation) would appear every time a few hours into the ceremony, probably triggered by dehydration, as I conduct the journey in a tradition of abstinence from food and water. The memory of it is already fading, but suffer I did. It felt very archetypal and diabolic in a sense – that inescapable discomfort and inability to settle and find peace. I knew that drinking herbal tea (e.g. nettle) would bring it to end almost instantly but I also felt that a relief was not what I needed. I was after healing, and I hoped that enduring the suffering might help me go through the process and out of the suffering. It did. Bit by bit, ceremony after the ceremony the pain and discomfort diminished, and opened way for another experience. Without the restlessness of the sickness, I was able to give myself more fully to the medicine, and that’s when the higher realms of divinity and ego loss started to show up in my journeys. A few weeks ago, tobacco reappeared in my life, and I understood why it has been considered a sacred plant in South America. When the reality had fallen apart and I struggled to regain the awareness of where, why and who I was, the act of rolling the tobacco (physically challenging in that state, mind you), lighting it and smoking with the outspoken prayer brought the reality back. Pure magic.
I am living in Ecuador for the moment, and access to San Pedro is very easy. It is sold at the market. I pay about 3-5 dollars for the piece sufficient enough for a strong journey. The cost of living here is low. The weather is good. I hope to continue working with San Pedro and learning from it. I also hope to connect with people of high integrity that walk the same path of the ancestral medicine and work together some day. I am happy to share what I’ve learnt with anyone wishing to work with the medicine, who is new on the path. We are all connected, and I believe that healing of one person sends ripples of magic and health across the whole of humanity.
I pray for our planet.
I pray for health.
I pray for love.
If you want to walk a path of Wonders
Let me help you pack a bag to take
Waive your hand to God like silly Flanders
(Wiki: Nedward Flanders Jr. is a recurring fictional character in the animated television series The Simpsons.)
Set and Setting try impeccably to make
Please prepare Space as holy temple
Please prepare humble quiet You
Like begets alike, Prepare sample
Let the Melody Divine vibrate in you
If you want to walk a Path of Wonder
You prepare to receive a God
Learn to sit through noise, through flies and thunder
Let your consciousness be high, be wise, be broad
Burn some incense, cite intention, sing a song
Stay within the circle that you cast
Of the Plan Divine no single thing goes wrong
Set the rules that demons follow must
If you want to walk a path of wonder
Let me help you pack a bag to take
Whether you shall put on top, or under
Simple rules successful journey make
Also take some water, even thermos
Blanket, and some handy little toys
If you meet Divine, appear earnest
If your truth is asked, then use Your Voice.
Life is beautiful
1. Psychedelics differ from one another. There are entheogens: plants, fungi and animal products, such as Ayahuasca, Iboga, Psilocybin mushrooms, sapo, which help to get to the land of shamans and mystics. And there are their modern synthetic analogues, such as LSD, DMT etc, also getting us to the far lands, but without much mysticism and rituals, and with an increased risk of taking a substance one has not intended to.
In any case, make certain that the quality of the found product is impeccable. To quote the Master and Margarita: `There is only one freshness – the first – and it is also the last. And if sturgeon is of the second freshness, that means it is simply rotten.’ Just as with the sturgeon from the quote, if you have any doubts about the quality or authenticity of the psychedelic – Say “No” to the Experience. You don’t get to heavens on a lame horse.
2. The two whales of the positive outcome are: your internal space – the Set, and your external space – the Setting. Be ready to meet something grand and powerful, don’t show off, even in front of yourself. Remaining humble goes a long way on the path of a Psychonaut, especially a beginner Psychonaut. Start with respect – towards yourself and towards the substance that helps you reach the alternate state of your consciousness and reality. If questions and doubts remain – say “No” to the Experience. Do more research until you feel ready. I recommend commencing with vigour and determination, while remaining respectfully mindful.
Setting – quiet, safe, beautiful. Create the best environment for your about to be bare soul. Choose the right place, tidy up, wash yourself, put on clean, comfortable and festive clothes. Have your favourite objects near by, prepare your favourite music, ensure at least minimal contact with nature, if a garden is lacking, bring in some fresh flowers. Usually it is recommended to fast before the ceremony, at least for 4 hours.
3. Be aware of risks and remember your own responsibility for yourself. If you feel unprepared to go through the Experience, say “No” to it.
Biomedical risks differ with different psychedelics and the current state of well-being of the Psychonaut. For example, the use of Iboga and its derivatives by people with weakened heart has led to several fatalities; Ayahuasca does not combine well with prescription anti-depressants; San Pedro cactus ceremonies can be a challenge for people with diabetes etc. Erowid website is a good resource to learn more.
Psycho-spiritual risks are present with any psychedelics. It is possible that old psychic wounds are reopened, which can lead one into depression or worsening of current depression. Alternate state of mind and perception of reality can persist after the psychedelic ceremony is over, and such symptoms as depersonalisation and visual changes (“breathing walls”, “snow”) may in some cases remain for months, if not years, making the day to day life of a Psychonaut rather difficult (see HPPD: hallucinogen persisting perception disorder).
4. The role of a Mediator-Guide (aka Sitter). If you have gone “there”, and “there” you actually liked, if the role of a guide for rookies is of interest to you and you are ready to serve as a mediator of the Experience – thank you! Remember and discuss all the safety elements indicated above with the beginner Psychonaut. Encourage the expression of doubts and questions, and do not take part in any Experience for which either you or the Psychonaut are not ready. Consider finding a second guide – it is often easier together. Remember your role – actually just to be present, and to be able to be a link with a day to day reality during the ceremony if such need arises. Don’t play psychiatrist, minister or tribal shaman, if you are not one. During the session – offer water, tea, a blanket, to change music etc, when it’s appropriate. After the session – listen and assure the Psychonaut of the possibility of integration of the new experience.
If you are not an expert with years of experience, while acting as a Guide – do not take the psychedelic yourself, or take the minimal ceremonial amount to get into the mood.
After the Experience is over and you have said your goodbyes, attend to your spiritual hygiene – take a good amount of Nature and/or Friends. Go for a walk, listen to music, hug a tree after all. And give gratitude to the Psychedelic for the honour of serving as its Mediator-Guide.
These would be our basics. Any questions, colleagues?
1. Психоделики психоделикам рознь. Есть – Энтеогены: растения, грибы и животные препараты, такие как Аяваска, Ибога, Грибы Псилосайбы – помогающие выйти на территории шаманов и мистиков. А есть – их современные синтетические аналоги, такие как ЛСД, ДМТ и т д.. заводящие в дали тоже, но без особой мистики и ритуалов, и с повышенным риском принятия не того, что собирался.
В любом случае, убедитесь, что качество найденного вами продукта – превосходное. «Свежесть бывает только одна — первая, она же и последняя. А если осетрина второй свежести, то это означает, что она тухлая!», Как и в случае с осетриной из цитаты, если есть какие-нибудь сомнения в качестве или аутентичности психоделика, или компании употребляющих – скажите Опыту «Нет». В райский сад на хромой кобыле не ездят…
2. Настрой и Обстановка.
Два кита положительного опыта это ваш внутренний мир – Настрой, и внешний мир – Обстановка. Настройтесь на то, что вы идете на встречу с чем-то большим и могущественным, не выпендривайтесь даже перед собой. Скромность украшает любого Психонавта, а особенно начинающего.. Начните с уважительного отношения к себе и к веществу, помогающему вам отправиться в изменённое состояние вашего сознания-реальности. Если остались вопросы и сомнения – скажите опыту «Нет», не толкайте себя к чему не готовы, поизучайте вопрос, до тех пор, пока не станете готовы.
Идти вперед рекомендую с настроем бодрым, решительным, но уважительно задумчивым.
Обстановка – тихая, безопасная, красивая. Создайте для своей обнажившейся души самую лучшую атмосферу. Выберите место, уберитесь, вымойтесь и оденьтесь в чистое, удобное, нарядное. Положите любимые вещи, найдите заранее любимую музыку, обеспечьте себе хоть малую, да природу, если нет подходящего сада, принесите с улицы или магазина цветы. Обычно рекомендуется предварительное воздержание от пищи, хотя бы часа 4.
3. Помните про риски, и про собственную ответственность за свою жизнь. Если чувствуете, что не готовы пройти через Опыт, скажите Опыту «Нет».
Риски биомедицинские отличаются в зависимости от психоделика и состояния здоровья Психонавта. Например, при применении Ибоги и ее производных людьми с ослабленным сердцем были зарегистрированы смертельные исходы; Аяваска плохо совмещается с рецептурными антидепрессантами; церемонии с Кактусом Санпедро могут быть не простыми для людей с диабетом и.т.д.
Риски психологически-душевные присутствуют при приеме любых психоделиков. Могут разбередиться старые раны и вылиться в последующую депрессию или ухудшение депрессии. Измененное состояние и видение реальности может продолжится и после психоделической сессии, и такие симптомы как деперсонализация и визуальные изменения («дышащие стены», «снег») могут оставаться месяцами, если не годами, и существенно осложнить жизнь Психонавта (см. Длительное расстройство восприятия, вызванное галлюциногенами (англ. hallucinogen persisting perception disorder, аббр. HPPD) .
4. Роль Сталкера. Если вы «туда» ходили, и вам там, в общем-то, понравилось, если роль проводника новичков вам интересна и вы готовы послужить медиатором Опыта, спасибо! Помните про и обсудите всю технику безопасности, обозначенную выше, с начинающим Психонавтом. Поощряйте сомнения и вопросы, и не участвуйте в Опыте, к которому либо Вы, либо Психонавт не готовы. Подумайте о том, чтобы найти напарника-Сталкера – вместе чаще легче. Помните о своей роли, по сути – просто быть рядом с Психонавтом и обеспечить связь с ежедневной реальностью, если нужно. Не играйте в психиатра, священника или племенного шамана, если таковыми не являетесь. Во время сессии – предложите чай, водичку, одеяло, поменять музыку и.т.д, когда уместно. После сессии, выслушайте и подбодрите по поводу возможности интеграции нового опыта.
Если вы не эксперт с многолетним стажем, в роли Сталкера – не принимайте психоделик сами, или примите минимальное «номинальное» количество для настроя.
После опыта и прощания с Психонавтом, займитесь своей душевной гигиеной – примите хорошую порцию Природы и/или Друзей. Прогуляйтесь, послушайте музыку, обнимите, наконец, дерево… И скажите спасибо Психоделику за возложенную честь быть Медиатором-Сталкером.
Вот и все азы безопасности. Вопросы, коллеги?
“[The] lack of humility will be Western psychedelic science’s primary barrier to achieving one of its ultimate goals, which is to develop medicines and therapies that are available and generalizable to as many people as possible.”
Viva la permaculture approach to psychedelics!
Yes, even if many of us might agree that entheogens hold an enormous potential for healing – our spirits, bodies and our communities, it is ensuring their availability to ALL, as well as endorsing sustainable and ethical practices of psychedelic medicine that psychedelic science MUST embrace.
My suggestion? Hire a Psychedelic Nurse 😛