zknarc
Rising Star
I never set out to be a ‘psychonaut’ or hyperspace traveller. After my depression and anxiety caused me a breakdown, I felt I’d try anything.
I have done DMT (well, pharmahuasca I guess) four times with two of these being really huge 4hr experiences. Each time, I have had an overwhelming thought of “omg what have I done to myself” as I start to sense the sheer enormity of the experience, just how minuscule and vanishingly distant any link to reality starts to become. The past, the future and where I am have no meaning. Form, colour and and eventually even me cease to have any distinctions.
With DMT, I actually become what I feel and that is what is so scary about it for me. The duality I feel as a human, ability to interpret and separate from my own experience, is totally dissolved. Loss of this barrier means feeling things gets to the very core of me because I become them, I *am* them. This has allowed me to feel total, pure love to the depth of my being, to have experienced utter uncontainable perfection, to be completely embodied by the care others have for me but also harrowed and shaken to my very essence. These are foremost amongst the experiences most indelibly imprinted on my memory but after these experiences what are so utterly removed from my reality I have often left wondering for weeks what I do with them. After quite some time, I’m left with the sense that perhaps being pulled from life and having any reality made vanishingly distant just isn’t what I need.
Do any of you have some idea of when you might stop or ‘be finished’? Had you ever felt similarly?
I have done DMT (well, pharmahuasca I guess) four times with two of these being really huge 4hr experiences. Each time, I have had an overwhelming thought of “omg what have I done to myself” as I start to sense the sheer enormity of the experience, just how minuscule and vanishingly distant any link to reality starts to become. The past, the future and where I am have no meaning. Form, colour and and eventually even me cease to have any distinctions.
With DMT, I actually become what I feel and that is what is so scary about it for me. The duality I feel as a human, ability to interpret and separate from my own experience, is totally dissolved. Loss of this barrier means feeling things gets to the very core of me because I become them, I *am* them. This has allowed me to feel total, pure love to the depth of my being, to have experienced utter uncontainable perfection, to be completely embodied by the care others have for me but also harrowed and shaken to my very essence. These are foremost amongst the experiences most indelibly imprinted on my memory but after these experiences what are so utterly removed from my reality I have often left wondering for weeks what I do with them. After quite some time, I’m left with the sense that perhaps being pulled from life and having any reality made vanishingly distant just isn’t what I need.
Do any of you have some idea of when you might stop or ‘be finished’? Had you ever felt similarly?