I'll try to keep this as brief as I can but I am looking for some alternate perspectives on my predicament. I have limited experience with psychedelics being one DMT crystal experience and 2 lsd experiences. But was for years an avid weed smoker. But I have now found myself at a point were I can't smoke weed without feeling an onset of existential panic with a feeling reality at any moment could come crumbling down around me, I think driven by the fact I am well aware it will one day and I think about this often.
This has been since my DMT experience, where I was greeted by an entity who wanted to teach me something I rejected. She was trying to show me I could speak a visual language and could pull up meaning through vocalisation up out of my mouth from the depths of my being. But just before the object fully emerged from my soul I stopped speaking and refused because i was shaken by astonishment. Everything halted and went silent. And The female serpent lady seemed disappointed as if I had wasted her time before I heard her voice echo "He's not ready" all around me. She then blew me a kiss and the object which was now on the tip of my tongue plummeted back down into the depths of my being and I woke up with a gasp.
And ever since this experience I've felt an ever present disassociation, where I feel like everything I look at or do is an illusion. Like my life is just a beautiful light show and nothing more. Which is accentuated when smoking weed to the point where It's like a painful obvious ever present truth everyone around me seems blissfully unaware off.
I honestly feel like a video game character who got to witness the hardware of a computer, but has no words, symbols or metaphors that accurately describe the overwhelming feeling that "I" is just a big joke. And when I'm really stoned I can't even except my emotions, like if someone pisses me off my brain just says to me "I'm not real anyway so whats it matter" or when i laugh "I'm literally just making repetitive monkey sounds because everyone else around me is and evolution dictated I need to fit in too survive" I feel like I'm constantly aware of the "4th wall" of reality and I can't stop pushing against it despite it causing me great discomfort.
The part the scares me the most is listening to accounts of people who are mentally ill, who struggle with reality and can't tell the difference between delusions and reality. I can 100% understand where they are coming from and feel like there's some truth in there perspectives.
Even writing this now, I'm painfully aware of the lies in my text that are unavoidable in order to have a conversation. Like the word "I" to me seems tainted, as if its phoney.
Is there anyway to integrate an experience like this so I can feel comfortable and at home in reality again?
This has been since my DMT experience, where I was greeted by an entity who wanted to teach me something I rejected. She was trying to show me I could speak a visual language and could pull up meaning through vocalisation up out of my mouth from the depths of my being. But just before the object fully emerged from my soul I stopped speaking and refused because i was shaken by astonishment. Everything halted and went silent. And The female serpent lady seemed disappointed as if I had wasted her time before I heard her voice echo "He's not ready" all around me. She then blew me a kiss and the object which was now on the tip of my tongue plummeted back down into the depths of my being and I woke up with a gasp.
And ever since this experience I've felt an ever present disassociation, where I feel like everything I look at or do is an illusion. Like my life is just a beautiful light show and nothing more. Which is accentuated when smoking weed to the point where It's like a painful obvious ever present truth everyone around me seems blissfully unaware off.
I honestly feel like a video game character who got to witness the hardware of a computer, but has no words, symbols or metaphors that accurately describe the overwhelming feeling that "I" is just a big joke. And when I'm really stoned I can't even except my emotions, like if someone pisses me off my brain just says to me "I'm not real anyway so whats it matter" or when i laugh "I'm literally just making repetitive monkey sounds because everyone else around me is and evolution dictated I need to fit in too survive" I feel like I'm constantly aware of the "4th wall" of reality and I can't stop pushing against it despite it causing me great discomfort.
The part the scares me the most is listening to accounts of people who are mentally ill, who struggle with reality and can't tell the difference between delusions and reality. I can 100% understand where they are coming from and feel like there's some truth in there perspectives.
Even writing this now, I'm painfully aware of the lies in my text that are unavoidable in order to have a conversation. Like the word "I" to me seems tainted, as if its phoney.
Is there anyway to integrate an experience like this so I can feel comfortable and at home in reality again?