Bufo Journey: Reconnecting with Childhood Spiritual Roots

I realized that after I smoke bufo my sweat gets a strange smell to it. It could be that I am taking in so much medicine and that is how my body gets rid of it so fast. I go to take a shower and bring the shamanic drums with me. This is 20 minutes after my last experience. I look at a specific tile that is in a spiral shape and I am vortexed into it. I go back to a place that I was taken 8 years ago on N,N. I am lying flat in the white again but it segments into 4 sectors like the graphs we had in Geometry class and I am at the center. I fall backwards and I am in some kind of upside-down dimension. It is populated with beings that do not follow our laws of physics. They look almost geometric in nature, or almost like a crystal. One of them looks at me and we make eye contact. I know him? Then I am thrown I guess to my right and I am in a sideways dimension in what feels like my left which doesn’t make sense. This dimension is populated with completely separate beings. It almost looks like a never-ending accordion of sorts but it feels almost mechanical. I see the super scary being that came to me several times in the past and I thought it was death. He is the spirit that subsequently lives in the painting in my room after my last ayuasca experience. He is my protector and he loves me. He used to live in the skull mandala painting that I used to have before prison. His power is not to be feared, but cherished. He loves me. Then just as fast as I arrived, I am thrown into a dimension I suppose to my right? These beings almost feel like marshmallows. Then I am thrown into the space between this dimension and the first one. It feels as if I am stuck. I look to one side and the being looks at me again in my eye, then I look to the other side and see the marshmallow beings. Then I am back in my body staring at the spiral tile. I hear the drums and they bring me back completely. I grab the towel and hold it to my face and press on my eyes. I start to see colors and I am reminded that this is how I began my journey with altered states. My parents used to make me go to church and I hated it because it felt inherently wrong to me in my soul and empty and fake. I think I knew at a very early age that any religion that tells you that God is something outside of yourself has completely missed the mark. When we used to have to kneel and pray in church, I would put my knuckles on my eyes and it would take me to another place. I would be drifting through space with all the different color stars or shimmering flashes and I would go through them and they would change and coalesce and I would come out the other side. I would see a white circle that would slowly get bigger and bigger until the white completely filled my vision and then I knew the experience was over. Try it for yourself. I would have to wait at least another 5 minutes for my eyes to reset before I could do it again, which unfortunately we never knelt that long and it would piss me off. I had completely forgotten about that part of my life as a child, but I guess that is where it all started. That was the fundamental beginning of my journey. They were preparing my inner child for what was to come. What a blessing to find in a place of empty spirituality that didn’t end up being empty at all. Regardless of what agenda the church is pushing on people, those places are spiritual and special and they know the deal. They are alive and aware. Religion is a cultural experience. Think about it, what is a culture? A group of people find themselves living on some sort of terrain. They band together as a group and start coming up with the best ways that they can discern about how to survive together and to thrive. They come up with customs and ways of doing things, and then they pass this down to their children and so on. Religion is the exact same way. People realized that there was a creator, so they came together to figure out the best way that they could discern to honor this creator and live a life as close to him as possible. This is what all the religions in the world have done. They are all talking about the same God. They are all correct, and have pieces and parts of the total truth, but yet they all fight as if their God is the correct God. This does a disservice to the Creator and the point of the entire thing. This has led to powerful people usurping the message in order to manipulate and control people for their own personal gain, and hiding some of the actual, true, and profound texts that have been written. The Catholic church (which I was raised in) has entire libraries of religious texts that people are forbidden to ever read. This should tell you something about their motivations. Any authority that purposely conceals spiritual knowledge of any sort is not to be trusted. They have missed the point entirely. I, for one, want to see what is in those books. It is our birth right. Our ancestors died to write some of those books for us.

Describes a deep, multi-dimensional experience during a post-bufo shower that leads to a profound reintegration of childhood experiences. The user reflects on how they used pressure on their eyes in church as a young child to induce altered states, eventually framing religion as a cultural vessel that often obscures the direct, internal nature of divinity. The narrative effectively links present-day psychedelic exploration with long-term spiritual development.