I had this experience six months ago, but i still think about it.
I was in my home, alone, and i ate 3g mushrooms. The come up was slow. I tried to find some good music, but it was not succesful, i did not liked any of them. I started go get some negative thoughts, which was strange, because i had a good mood before i started this trip. I went out to my balcony, to change my surroundings. There was some trees, my plants, etc, but i felt an "eternal distance" from them, everything was very "far". I felt everything is parallel, everything does its own thing, lives its own life, everything is separated, etc, i cant really connect to anything, the connections are only made in my head, in my thoughts.
I looked at my plants, and i felt nothing, but a few hours before they were important for me, i felt love, caring, etc. Everything became empty. Nothing had an inherent attribute, its just in my head, i create the "meaning". I am just a line, what separates, divides things. And i got bored, and tired of doing this constant separation, division. I felt like, my self, or more likely my ego is similar to a muscle, i can stop "moving", using it, and end this separation. My ego, or my identity is a thing what i create. The positive side of it is, that i can allow myself to become anyone. The negative side is, that the morality, the good and bad things are fragile, they depend on my chosen identity.
I went back to my room. I felt empty and tired and bored. But i dont had an exact feeling, i felt like somehow empty. I was standing in my room, and these parallel energy lines vere flowing through me, they were somewhat intense, but they didnt had any meaning. I could step out of this mindstate, and suddenly everything became dual, but it was boring and worthless, so i fell back to this empty state. I felt, there is everything around me, every possibility, and i must be careful, where to go, what to choose. But if i choose something, it doesnt matter, because there is no goal at the end, nothing to reach, or more likely, i can create my own goals, but i got tired, bored of doing things. It looked like, that life and the things, materials did not have any exact meaning, its just there, and because its there, it attracts attention, and this attention creates different things, rules, etc.
With mescaline, at the base of things (or at least, as far as i went) is love, but here was nothing, just emptiness, or endless possibilities.
The scary thing was, that against my uninterest, why im still here? Why i cant leave this place, this life, or this thing, what we call life? What keeps me here? I started to feel some matrix-like things, some eternal mind-torture, etc. Something bigger keeps me here, and i dont have enough power to change, and i have less impact on things than i was thinking.
I think i should let go myself, but this whole thing was strange, and too sudden, and unexpected. I just wanted it to end. My thoughts were bending, spiraling, i just wanted to think "straight" again. I called my friend, we were talking, and it helped me to calm down, connect to things,remember, etc.
The next few days i was tired, exhausted. And the meaning of many words changed, its hard to describe, but its an interesting thing.
I feel some kind of emptiness since my childhood, that nothing have a real base, everything just floating, and its hard to live like this, because i have to create my goals, and my rules, and keep my attention, but ultimately everything is a pattern, life is about chasing and avoiding patterns.
Other people doesnt feel this way, they dont feel this emptiness?
I was in my home, alone, and i ate 3g mushrooms. The come up was slow. I tried to find some good music, but it was not succesful, i did not liked any of them. I started go get some negative thoughts, which was strange, because i had a good mood before i started this trip. I went out to my balcony, to change my surroundings. There was some trees, my plants, etc, but i felt an "eternal distance" from them, everything was very "far". I felt everything is parallel, everything does its own thing, lives its own life, everything is separated, etc, i cant really connect to anything, the connections are only made in my head, in my thoughts.
I looked at my plants, and i felt nothing, but a few hours before they were important for me, i felt love, caring, etc. Everything became empty. Nothing had an inherent attribute, its just in my head, i create the "meaning". I am just a line, what separates, divides things. And i got bored, and tired of doing this constant separation, division. I felt like, my self, or more likely my ego is similar to a muscle, i can stop "moving", using it, and end this separation. My ego, or my identity is a thing what i create. The positive side of it is, that i can allow myself to become anyone. The negative side is, that the morality, the good and bad things are fragile, they depend on my chosen identity.
I went back to my room. I felt empty and tired and bored. But i dont had an exact feeling, i felt like somehow empty. I was standing in my room, and these parallel energy lines vere flowing through me, they were somewhat intense, but they didnt had any meaning. I could step out of this mindstate, and suddenly everything became dual, but it was boring and worthless, so i fell back to this empty state. I felt, there is everything around me, every possibility, and i must be careful, where to go, what to choose. But if i choose something, it doesnt matter, because there is no goal at the end, nothing to reach, or more likely, i can create my own goals, but i got tired, bored of doing things. It looked like, that life and the things, materials did not have any exact meaning, its just there, and because its there, it attracts attention, and this attention creates different things, rules, etc.
With mescaline, at the base of things (or at least, as far as i went) is love, but here was nothing, just emptiness, or endless possibilities.
The scary thing was, that against my uninterest, why im still here? Why i cant leave this place, this life, or this thing, what we call life? What keeps me here? I started to feel some matrix-like things, some eternal mind-torture, etc. Something bigger keeps me here, and i dont have enough power to change, and i have less impact on things than i was thinking.
I think i should let go myself, but this whole thing was strange, and too sudden, and unexpected. I just wanted it to end. My thoughts were bending, spiraling, i just wanted to think "straight" again. I called my friend, we were talking, and it helped me to calm down, connect to things,remember, etc.
The next few days i was tired, exhausted. And the meaning of many words changed, its hard to describe, but its an interesting thing.
I feel some kind of emptiness since my childhood, that nothing have a real base, everything just floating, and its hard to live like this, because i have to create my goals, and my rules, and keep my attention, but ultimately everything is a pattern, life is about chasing and avoiding patterns.
Other people doesnt feel this way, they dont feel this emptiness?
). And it takes too much effort, to believe, that something is important, because i know, that its temporary, and not really important. There is this emptiness, or meaninglessness in everything.