UgraKarma
Esteemed member
I have been thinking quite a bit about all of the data to the DMT experience that we're leaving out of the dialogue. Not just what we're missing from our shared dialogue, but really that's only because we're not even able to bring it up in conversation via our own personal monologues. I feel as though I can remember coming back every time and feeling a pang of regret, or even grief, knowing that the wealth of data was just too huge, and I'm burying the lead every time I discuss the finer points of any unique experience*.
I think this is because on a sufficient dose, it seems that the part of me which is creating the narrative, the psychojournalist, documenting the experience for myself ("And now I'm seeing a Buddha-hydra-deity - and now he's smiling at me, and now we're one," and so on...) is met with resistance, and only once adequately suppressed/silenced am I allowed to "get to the next level."
Does anyone else experience a resistance between moving symbiotically with the DMT experience and the internal monologue which permits you to discuss, analyze, and render the experience for yourself to keep with you after its ended? It's as though our attempts to rationalize for ourselves are broadcast so loudly in a very silent space that everything twists and turns its nose up and rejects any further progress with a "who brought that guy?"-vibe.
Or, maybe it's just me wrestling through something very specific to myself?
*But then again, how can I be sure I'm not going back in and supplementing the narrative for myself, after the fact?
I think this is because on a sufficient dose, it seems that the part of me which is creating the narrative, the psychojournalist, documenting the experience for myself ("And now I'm seeing a Buddha-hydra-deity - and now he's smiling at me, and now we're one," and so on...) is met with resistance, and only once adequately suppressed/silenced am I allowed to "get to the next level."
Does anyone else experience a resistance between moving symbiotically with the DMT experience and the internal monologue which permits you to discuss, analyze, and render the experience for yourself to keep with you after its ended? It's as though our attempts to rationalize for ourselves are broadcast so loudly in a very silent space that everything twists and turns its nose up and rejects any further progress with a "who brought that guy?"-vibe.
Or, maybe it's just me wrestling through something very specific to myself?
*But then again, how can I be sure I'm not going back in and supplementing the narrative for myself, after the fact?