Breaking the egocentric predicament??

[newconnection]

Hello Fellow Nexians, I have a question for you guys...

Has any of you experienced reality from a different point of view other than your own during a trip/experience? ...

I believe I have but I am still learning and analyzing what it is that I saw.

A few years ago I became frustrated by the Egocentric Predicament, which says that basically you could NEVER see/experience reality outside of your own mind.. meaning that the outside world, mountains, people, rocks, etc is only a figment of our imagination!! you could never truly PROVE that it is real, because you are alone inside of your mind... we can only experience our own phaneron which is the perception we each have of the world inside of our own mind.... which when thought about enough (as I did) could almost lead you to believe in solipsism....

Well, I feel a bit better after having an incredible trip, in which I was no longer me, and I was looking at me, through the eyes of my own brother, and I felt his thoughts and feelings... it was a very foreign feeling, and I felt like I couldn't process most of what I was thinking... it was like the idea of processing a new color!!! you wouldn't know how it would make you feel, you just know that it would be something different!!

Well thats what happened.... near the end, I began to slowly exit his point of view and enter my own... and little by little the information became easier to process.... and when it was finally over, I felt convinced that I had experienced reality outside of my own phaneron...... pretty neat huh?

Well friends, I just want to know... has this happened to any of y'all?? if so, do you mind sharing your story?? I'm dying to know..

Thanks..... I love you all.

 

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You have learned a most valuable lesson here:
that all eyes are options.

Sometimes we get to see.
Sometimes.

This phenomena right here says so much about consciousness.

Bravo for seeing it for yourself. Yea this has happened to me and many other people. Check out the ayahuasca story from the owner of High Times, I forget his name, but that one is great.

 

[newconnection]

I was extremely grateful of what I had experienced.... and thanks! I will surely check that out!

 

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read this for sure, it has some great experiences relevant to this.

 

[AcaciaConfusedYah]

I've seen life through all sorts of eyes. I was very interested in the concept of "enlightenment" long before I ever met a plant or fungi teacher. I used to resonate on "being one with all" and trying to see through a perspective that is not my own. And then I got off that path for a while and began just being a passenger, no longer a pilot.

I feel like being a passenger, only in one perspective, tends to paint in tunnel vision. As a pilot, I'm more aware of all things surrounding.

Does that make sense? After reading some of the stuff i write, I wonder if it makes sense. Sometimes it just ends up as metaphorical mumbo-jumbo. lol

 

[Cognitive Heart]

Hello,

most experiences, yes. Although, I find each psychedelic gives its own breaking point during the first-second experience. In other words, I feel the first experiences are the greatest experiences. The intensity and focus is very prominent and sometimes life-changing. That's where I think seeing reality from another point of view truly comes from. Life has much more depth, connectedness and transcendence during these experiences. I too have seen and felt visions and feelings from another during peak experiences. In one case, my mother. It can be very subjective. Particularly from the subconscious awareness of being.

I've never experienced any relation to having to prove anything during a experience, though. Everything becomes much more obvious and open to personal discussion. That it is all okay and I'm given subtle directions on where/what/who/how and why. Its not entirely seeing everything from another man/womans point of view, but a glimpse. That really is the entire experience in itself, a glimpse. I know this experience and change of realizing that you yourself are only that which you are. Universally speaking, of course. At first, it may seem alien, yes. It is a new expansion within perception. Seeing it as a new color is a great definition. All psychedelic experiences tend to embrace unseen colors of awareness.

:thumb_up:

 

[newconnection]

Hello everyone and thank you for these wonderful responses

I've had quite a few experiences already... I'm in the double digits, but I have to say that although I have traveled across a few dimensions, and have BEEN those dimensions and all dimensions at once.. I could never truly say I felt anything outside of my own phaneron, because everything I was shown was ME....

I once visited a place where everything was a mandala, and I was explained how we exist in this 3dimensional realm (physical realm) and how we ascend onto other realms after this one, but still it was all ME.

Except in this one ocassion I was no longer the center of gravity, I was beside it, observing.. and the attention was on ME but at the time I was my brother.. does that make sense? and although this wasn't my "greatest" (all trips are great and I love them all) it was still amazing to experience life outside of the center... where every piece of information is not targeted towards you, just sort of flying by you and headed elsewhere...

This was my first trip, where I was not the main character, and I "stood" outside of my own phaneron, and watched. and everything was so foreign and differently coded... unlike ANY trip i've ever had.... this was my 12th trip btw... I've had more since then, but I love this one..

 

[newconnection]

Does that make sense? After reading some of the stuff i write, I wonder if it makes sense. Sometimes it just ends up as metaphorical mumbo-jumbo. lol

Lol I know exactly what you mean I write in metaphorical mumbo-jumbo as well, words are very primitive right? the thought is too big and gets lost in translation most of the time!

But I understand

 

[Guyomech]

I'd like to relate two very opposite experiences I've had, in the light of this particular thread. Both are from quite a while back (the bulk of my high dosage LSD trips were 20ish years ago, but still very vivid to me...)

First, on the side of solipsism: My first real white-light godhead experience. It was a pretty moderate dose, probably around 400ug. I was at a friend's loft, and he had stapled an enormous blank canvas to the wall. I was coming on hard, wailing away at the canvas with a large brush, music blaring. At one point I took a break, probably right as I was starting to peak, and sat with my friend (who was not tripping) to smoke a quick doob before getting back to work. We were talking, and I was relating to him the chain of intent that led to each brushstroke, tracing it backward, past my own little self, all the way to the source. And it hit me: that source was both me, and this gargantuan thing that we sometimes call God. Then it aligned: It was like I was inside an enclosed sphere with just one hole in it, which was inside another with just one hole, etc; I can't tell you how many spheres... But the holes all aligned, and the white light came through. It was the light of the universe, it was infinite, it was alive, it was blinding... And it was familiar. It was me. God, apparently, is Self in its wholeness. But what about everyone else?

The other experience, the opposite: Way more acid, 1200ug this time. Again, at a friend's loft, wailing away at a canvas. (Art and tripping, to me, are bread and butter). My friend, a very talented artist whose work I relate to a lot, was on the couch, watching, more or less physically immobilized. We are about 3 hours into the trip, past the peak but still well past the threshold. And I allow myself to relax: His mind is behind my eyes, and although he physically remains in the couch, I hand over the brush. He paints for a while, using my hand, then passes it back. We collaborate like this for a while; later, after comedown, we can identify which parts each of us had done. The sense of sharing, trading and mingling perspectives is palpable, hard to dispute. To this day I still can look at this painting and see the parts he was responsible for.

Of course, we were whacked out on drugs. So who knows? But it sure gave me a bigger sense of perspective.

In the first experience, I could see how someone might conclude: If I created the universe, then everyone else are, by default, my creations. Solipsism. In the second, a sense that my own perspective was just an address which, under the right circumstances, others could visit, inhabit, even do work from. Opposite of solipsism. And I've had many other experiences of these sorts... And twenty years later I'm still trying to integrate the opposing sides.

To the best of my understanding: "I" am the universe. Guy is a little part of me... And so are you. And there is only one true "I". We are all parts of this being, splinters if its perspective. This is not solipsism: That would be a situation where I believe that I, Guy, am the universe. But Guy is just one of my many, many projects, adventures, stories. Just a drop in the old bucket.