CaesarOfMex
Rising Star
Note: Do not mean to intruse into anyone's beliefs, but just letting you know that since I do, I will mention Him in the following writing.
Where to begin?
I am writing this after a partial recovery from a drug that I will not mention due to the forum's rules. Needless to say, the experience was the most unwelcome and dreaded thing I have experienced my whole entire life.
On the positive side, I now know my total and definite stand in respect to any kind of psychedelic drug. I do acknowledge there out of this world utter and total healing power, but I have come to terms that they are no longer for me.
I never had a bad experience with DMT, and it also kind of makes sense because I only experimented with it 3 times, but those times are ones that have positively impacted my resilience in life in general so much that I can't help but thank God for letting me have had these experiences.
Thank God, now I have a good idea of what the meaning of life is. I have a good idea on how the great spiritual gurus from all over see the world. I may not even be close, but I have an idea. It is that little something you can't really put a finger on, but it's there, guiding you through your ups and downs; it's that very abstract concept we all have of life, of oneness, and of synchronicity with a great collective consciousness that's always present, even if we don't notice or put any attention to it at the moment.
All I ever did DMT for was for self-help, and boy did it help me.
However, after one has been in a trance so deep and indescribable, there always is a "what if" or "but" about the situation. I have decided not to risk it. Even though DMT never made me go into a psychotic schizophrenic episode, such as the one I took last, there is always a feeling of something hiding behind all this dumbfounding beauty.
Could it be my own subconscious? Maybe I've been hiding something from myself that even DMT hasn't been able to show? Could it be a truth so ugly that it is simply unaccessible because my brain has put it into a 100% secure quarantine mode?
Or has anyone else ever experienced a thought or feeling that there is something not-so-beautiful operating in the background? (I myself had dmt experiences, that, while enlightening and mind-blowingly exhilirating, did have very demonic presences in it.)
Where to begin?
I am writing this after a partial recovery from a drug that I will not mention due to the forum's rules. Needless to say, the experience was the most unwelcome and dreaded thing I have experienced my whole entire life.
On the positive side, I now know my total and definite stand in respect to any kind of psychedelic drug. I do acknowledge there out of this world utter and total healing power, but I have come to terms that they are no longer for me.
I never had a bad experience with DMT, and it also kind of makes sense because I only experimented with it 3 times, but those times are ones that have positively impacted my resilience in life in general so much that I can't help but thank God for letting me have had these experiences.
Thank God, now I have a good idea of what the meaning of life is. I have a good idea on how the great spiritual gurus from all over see the world. I may not even be close, but I have an idea. It is that little something you can't really put a finger on, but it's there, guiding you through your ups and downs; it's that very abstract concept we all have of life, of oneness, and of synchronicity with a great collective consciousness that's always present, even if we don't notice or put any attention to it at the moment.
All I ever did DMT for was for self-help, and boy did it help me.
However, after one has been in a trance so deep and indescribable, there always is a "what if" or "but" about the situation. I have decided not to risk it. Even though DMT never made me go into a psychotic schizophrenic episode, such as the one I took last, there is always a feeling of something hiding behind all this dumbfounding beauty.
Could it be my own subconscious? Maybe I've been hiding something from myself that even DMT hasn't been able to show? Could it be a truth so ugly that it is simply unaccessible because my brain has put it into a 100% secure quarantine mode?
Or has anyone else ever experienced a thought or feeling that there is something not-so-beautiful operating in the background? (I myself had dmt experiences, that, while enlightening and mind-blowingly exhilirating, did have very demonic presences in it.)
