Pandora, you sound about 6 months behind where I'm at.
Pandora said:
It had its beginnings in the conscious mind, I'd be the first to admit. But now it is rooted in the core. This has been very fascinating and odd as I never really had any experience with panic or anxiety before. I no longer have symptoms in consensual reality. I am still able to occassionally face a dose but the results are repeating. For me the difficulty comes with closed eye during the build up and at the peak. The panic becomes unmanageable, regardless of trip content. I open my eyes and simply "endure" what should be a very beautiful experience, working on not hyperventilating. I'm caught in a Pavlovian loop.
The deeper it goes, the more intertwined this fear becomes with rational thought, psychoactives, and sobreity the more dangerous and intense it gets (obviously).
I've been dealing with it for 4 years now, since its first arrival of December 2006, and I have to say, another year (sounds intimidating) and I will be better than I have ever been. As of right now, I am at the peak of my handle on emotion, however it is still there, I am now well over the majority in control, versus that reptile fear, that fear of fear.
I will say, that it is not, I repeat, is not related to my childhood, it is related to me, my genes, my ancestry. I had a father, when I was young who... mmm... emotionally abused me. This was a horrible dilemma during my pre-teen years, 9-13ish, but after that I learned from it, I gained, and I was a smart, intelligent young kid. I hit a bump in the road with a mushroom trip that was so profusely confounding, drove me near the brink.
If something even came up such as biology I would get extreme anxiety via the thought path: biology -> plants -> woods -> fungi -> mushrooms -> oh my god fuck fuck fuck.
It only dawned on me about 10 months ago, that I didn't know what I was running from, that I didn't know why I was so afraid of the trip. And in reality, it was nothing, it was instinct, a fear of something very wrong - yet nothing was actually wrong.
I had some revelations, but by no means were they negative, they were simply associated with my negative mind set, the unwarranted fear of fear.
I smoked DMT multiple times, two times to actually enter hyperspace, a few times to test my product. Simply smelling it would make my gut drop, my heart miss a beat, and a sense of "something is wrong" almost to a naseau. A veil would come over me and it would take some time, some work to clear my view. BUT
The very last time I smoked DMT I did it to prove to myself, that my work has a positive influence, that it is gaining momentum. I sat on my bed, looked out my window, and imagined the day I jumped from a bridge. A smile crept on my face, whether I forced it or whether it was natural it doesn't matter, I envisioned myself, losing hope for safety, letting go, and leaping. I took the hit. It was weak, I entered a tunnel, and there was a large bud from marijuana. The fear came. I backed off, and then I looked. I saw. I smiled, and I exploded, my mind was dispursed with dominance and confidence. The feeling of anxiety was there, but I was working through it, I was simply above it.
What it really showed me, is that I have a fear for alteration. The marijuana bud... I have a fear of not being sober... I'm over it now. I know I'm in control, and so are you. Pandora, I've set your boat to land! We're going to eat coconuts and have seafood on the beach, it'll be just grand. :d