Warrior said:
Some people have a mystical experience and immediately go off the handle. They can't keep their cool.
Some people have a mystical experience and they can tune it out, completely ignoring it. They're way too good at keeping their cool. They can be described as internally strong willed, and not yet ready to let go.
The balance is somewhere in between. Everyone here would agree on that. It's the in-between that we all exist in every day.
Individual difference and its variation is an incredibly fascinating thing.
This is so true. Well spoken!
I have smoalked DMT joints with a mate who completely couldn't handle himself. He started yelling and mumbling nonsense. Then he started to mess with my head whilst I was deep in hyperspace. This caused me to feel intense disphoria, my entire visual field narrowed and blackened and I rushed to the bathroom to puke(which I didn't have to in the end). I felt like dying. I came out of that state fairly quickly though, but it felt like dying.
Ever since that, and some other assmonkey behaviour of his I'm no longer friends with him
Another friend I smoalked dmt with seemed to be of the latter cathegory you mentioned: Too strong willed and holding on too tightly to control. He allways sais he had an amazing dmt experience, but never once mentioned anything specific about content. Also he often bragged about how much he could smoalk and still be fine. I allways felt he was massively missing out. He would also smoalk REDICULOUS amounts of it and also rediculously often, like a surrogate-cannabis, but he didn't ever seem moved much by it at all.
I myself feel more in between these 2 extremes: Open and comfortable enough to let go of control and allow the DMT experience to be optimally immersive, meaningfull and perceivable and yet I allways remained just enough control to remain calm...
Even when horrible creatures consisting of bunched together arms, hands legs & feet twisting and turning so as to tear it's own skin and break it's own bones while making bloodcurdling screams as it sped towards me, I somehow found the calmth to remain perfectly still allthough the impulse to freak out, jump up and run away was very present.
I guess what makes that so is that I have long been aware of how unaware and(thus) not in control we humans are. And learned to be okay with that. I feel insecure about that realisation, even terrified at times, but this fear has never deterred me to delude myself into thinking I had all that much control over my life. With such views there is no losing control, because you cannot loose what you never had to begin with
I guess my hunger for truth is just bigger than my fear of it being unsettling and disturbing. Too many people are in denial of truth, because their fear of it being disturbing is stronger than their hunger for the truth.