i call our journey to arture.
i’ve decided to recap the past 2 and a half years instead of just 2014 because i’ve missed writing this post twice. i’m a huge fan of journaling and sometimes get upset when i realise that i’ve let so much time (and everything important that happened) pass without documenting how i felt or what it meant to me. there is just too much that happens over time for me to hold on to in my mind. ending the year should mean clearing up some space in my mental hard disk for new things to come and pouring it out here in case i ever want to look back.
a lot of things have changed in these 30 months. a lot around me, but so much more inside of me. i barely recognise the me i was before embarking on the most epic part of my journey so far. and that says a lot, since my life’s never lacked adventure to begin with.
the thing is, i never really felt comfortable discussing what sparked my transformation and occupied a large part of this chapter as it is taboo (just like most other things i do) which really kept me from being open and honest about a lot of what went on in my mind.
how does one come right out and say “i dropped some acid and it changed my life” without being judged first. without having to fear possible repercussions. without causing worry to all those who care. because that’s exactly what i experienced.
(what feels like) a long time ago, i dropped some acid, and it set me on a path that’s allowed me to question everything i ever thought i knew about life, being and myself. and that allowed me to truly dig within, to reevaluate the things i’ve always known deep down and finally begin to face myself. that’s pretty much what psychedelics do.
since then, i have taken psychedelics a number of times. i didn’t overuse (mostly once every few months), i do not take non-psychedelic substances like the harder drugs that are truly harmful, and i have never been addicted to anything in my life (except maybe sugar, which thanks to this chapter, i have managed to get well under control). if you asked me, i do not feel like one could ever get addicted to psychedelics. especially when taken responsibly.
i definitely do attribute sudden changes i’ve made and a whole lot of growth to a handful of psychedelic experiences i have had and the space i have with my partner (whom i married along the way) that has allowed me to explore what everything meant.
i have chosen to be honest here about the one thing i’ve never spoken of publicly because it feels somewhat suffocating to not be able to document my journey transparently. i have always been transparent, despite what anyone may think of my choices. and now when i’ve made such a change that the people around me feel i’m a different person – why be silent when they wonder what caused this?
why be silent about such a beautiful truth?
this journey has skyrocketed my transformation as a human being. it helped me mend a somewhat broken relationship with my father to a point where all i feel is love when i think of him now. and all that there is, is love. like nothing had ever been broken. it has allowed me a level of acceptance so tremendous, that i have been able to be by my mother’s side as a daughter when she’s needed comforting but more importantly as a friend to give her space to express the full extent of her thoughts and experiences without judgement. it’s been a tough year for her.
i have forgiven people from my past and allowed negative emotions associated with them to slowly flow out – some of which i’ve held on to for almost a decade. chosen to deal with new situations that really upset me (and whoever was involved) in a way where we could still progress towards healing. found strength to be less selfish, more generous, to keep giving even when i don’t get in return.
i dealt with bad thought patterns in my mind that caused me in the past to be possessive, abusive, condescending, jealous, hateful, resentful, obsessive and the list goes on. i used to think that it’s perfectly fine to believe that “this is me. all that i am, is who i am. nothing needs to change”. but i have discovered how untrue and unfair to self that belief is. people are capable of change. i was capable of change deeper than i could have imagined.
i have been freeing myself from old me. from personality traits and emotional habits i picked up from a lifetime of experiences. mechanisms set in to deal with loss and pain. self protection born out of fear of emotions i did not want to have to deal with again. but it was destroying me and all the relationships i tried to build.
i think on some level i always knew my relationships failing were a result of my questionable mental state and the choices i made with people from that space. i simply was not able to see what was good for myself in terms of friends and partners because i wasn’t in any way thinking of protecting my life from negative inputs and influences.
once i realised how much i had abandoned myself and found the courage to start reclaiming sanity that had been lost, i believe i finally made the right choice. i chose a partner who also had healing in his heart and together we set off on a journey of self discovery and cleansing (that we are still on) which has allowed us to tackle some of the hardest steps of life people go through, together. it has been no easy task – taking both individuals into consideration while functioning as one.
but i’m sure i speak for the both of us when i say it has been a truly amazing journey.
together we have worked on creating a healthier lifestyle. mind, body & soul. we have worked towards cultivating some good habits and removing old ones that weren’t great. and as a coup de grâce before ending this chapter, we recently came face to face with an issue impossible to ignore which further strengthens our desire to take the next step with health in mind. we have through all of that discovered the full extent of our growth in truly being willing to trust life and all it has in store for us.
apparently we’re not afraid to continuously step into the dark, as long as we have each other for moral support and strength.
was his journey sparked by psychedelics too? yes. we may have continued down the path of exploring together, but we began the journeys on our own. in some ways it feels like we were brought together by psychedelics as we chose each other for no other reason than the potential of the relationship truly setting us free and healing us along the road less traveled.
we recognise that psychedelics exist for a reason. perhaps it’s nature’s way of sharing knowledge to help us see. these aren’t chemicals created in a lab for a person to get high on. these are compounds produced by living organisms found in nature created by the very force that created us. and once we have found the answers we seek, we thank nature for all that it has given us , stop and work on becoming what we discovered.
i can’t say all those who experiment do it with a spiritual purpose, but the people i have met along this journey have been some of the most loving, giving, accepting people i have had the pleasure of crossing paths with.
it’s a funny society we live in, isn’t it? when i was experimenting, people who did not understand the psychedelic experience felt the need to express their fear that i may be putting myself in danger or choosing to be irresponsible. so much judgement over something one has yet to experience.
why judge those whom as a result choose to live a clean non-materialistic life where pleasure is found in being mindful, healthy, soulful, spiritual. being awake is no easy feat but (to us) it sure is better than what greets us on the other side.
walking this path has allowed me to grow towards accepting life better for all it’s joys and challenges. everything used to feel so out of control. so unfair. so incredibly upsetting. it used to be such a weight to my psyche but now that emotion has changed to an understanding that everything plays out the way it is meant to. and that there needs to be an absolute trust in one’s journey.
i think names and terms aside, religion is one with spirituality. i used to hate religion and believe i was an atheist. because i didn’t believe in a god. the concept of a god that was looking out after you and dictating the course of your life never made sense. but i do believe in a creator now. in a being that is love that we all came from and that life while seeming to be purposeless, serves the greatest purpose of all – LOVE.
i am so much more at peace with myself and everything around me now. if i could go back to before this journey began, i’d tell me to not do anything different. we’d be so proud of where i am now. where we are.
so why allow psychedelics to be this hush hush thing that i “experimented” with but do not speak about openly? i love that we have had the fortune of taking the road less traveled. i love that it was this road. i love how much love we have experienced. how simple things are. how alive we feel.
i can’t tell others to take this path. i no longer want to guide or educate. but i certainly would be standing here with my arms wide open if someone decided to start seeking.
i have danced as the shadow of sound. lived many lives with many ends. traveled backward and forward in time. flown through space. jumped through dimensions. conversed as my consciousness with the essence of life.
this chapter was for trial and errors. for discovering and learning. we succeeded in using it to our full advantage. we didn’t hold back and neither did life. we have been given opportunities and support to venture into the unknown like i’ve never experienced before. the new chapter – what our hearts ache for – what we call arture, it is us taking a first step already knowing. now it’s time to put everything into practice.
when i look back now, i see that it’s been a beautiful 30 months.
i have gained some…
and lost some…
and grown oh-so-much.
and while this post is full of pictures, what’s mattered more is what simply could not be captured by a camera.
i am always entertained by how my dreads seem to be a perfect outer manifestation of my inner world. what i see at any point in time will always be this beautiful more mature version of something that was not quite right yet – but is still on a never ending journey to becoming whole.
how lucky i am to get to share this with someone who understands it all and more.
how lucky we are to be alive.