Self-container
I am in me
The highest dose of shrooms I have done is 5.6 grams of psilocybin cubensis Z-strain. This trip was special. I have done far higher doses of LSD, but LSD has never affected me so personally. I am fearless towards LSD (perhaps too much), but shrooms demand respect from me. And they got that respect on that fateful day I decided to trek up into a pine forest on a cold, humid day.
Now, I'm not going to write a report of this trip here (though perhaps some other time in the appropriate thread, since it was a very interesting trip). No, all I want to do is share this little gold nugget it gave me.
The first time I had a psychedelic experience was on two tabs of LSD, back when I was 17 (three/four years ago now). I instantly felt like there was something forgotten being slowly remembered when I began that journey. My life is like a room I have just entered into, forgetting why I am there; just like when I absent-mindedly open the fridge, trying to find out what I was trying find.
This forgotten thing is slowly revealing itself to me, and my intuition tells me it has something to do with home; perhaps what some people call source, God, Atman, etc, which is not implying these suggestions need to be the same as each other. It's all very mystical and confusing.
But after I began suspecting this thing was perhaps my real home, DMT became EVEN MORE alluring, because what better candidate is there for this home than hyperspace? Perhaps I'm way off, as I have yet to have a breakthrough experience, nor have I taken freebase DMT.
In the absence of DMT, I thus began trying to get to this place by taking ever higher doses of LSD and shrooms, with varying success. I still don't feel like I have found "it", nor decided if it is indeed my home I am looking for. However, the most recent development on my psychedelic quest was this aforementioned shrooms trip. After ingesting the shrooms, I had a pretty fast come-up, which eventually led me into a dreamy state.
A lot happened in this state, and I found myself convinced of a few different philosophical views that had been, and still are, swirling my head. One of these views is that I am the universe (and that you are too). Equivalently, we are also God, though more developed views on this might have a more granulated terminology.
As the universe, my quest for "my home" was absurdly hilarious. I laughed hysterically: I AM MY HOME!
Lots of love,
Self-container
Now, I'm not going to write a report of this trip here (though perhaps some other time in the appropriate thread, since it was a very interesting trip). No, all I want to do is share this little gold nugget it gave me.
The first time I had a psychedelic experience was on two tabs of LSD, back when I was 17 (three/four years ago now). I instantly felt like there was something forgotten being slowly remembered when I began that journey. My life is like a room I have just entered into, forgetting why I am there; just like when I absent-mindedly open the fridge, trying to find out what I was trying find.
This forgotten thing is slowly revealing itself to me, and my intuition tells me it has something to do with home; perhaps what some people call source, God, Atman, etc, which is not implying these suggestions need to be the same as each other. It's all very mystical and confusing.
But after I began suspecting this thing was perhaps my real home, DMT became EVEN MORE alluring, because what better candidate is there for this home than hyperspace? Perhaps I'm way off, as I have yet to have a breakthrough experience, nor have I taken freebase DMT.
In the absence of DMT, I thus began trying to get to this place by taking ever higher doses of LSD and shrooms, with varying success. I still don't feel like I have found "it", nor decided if it is indeed my home I am looking for. However, the most recent development on my psychedelic quest was this aforementioned shrooms trip. After ingesting the shrooms, I had a pretty fast come-up, which eventually led me into a dreamy state.
A lot happened in this state, and I found myself convinced of a few different philosophical views that had been, and still are, swirling my head. One of these views is that I am the universe (and that you are too). Equivalently, we are also God, though more developed views on this might have a more granulated terminology.
As the universe, my quest for "my home" was absurdly hilarious. I laughed hysterically: I AM MY HOME!
Lots of love,
Self-container
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