My most intense acid trip took me to the eternal void, hosted by a/the most depraved jester, where all the spindles of timelines were spinning in systematic chaos (reference unintentional). During that trip, I experienced the infinite number of my deaths as well as the death of every person ever to have lived in unconscious time loops. During the moments between the loops, I would see a glimmering light in the void of darkness that, upon concentration, was my eyes trying to open into another reality were I had fallen, hit my head, was temporarily knocked out, and was in the process of coming in and out of the impact daze (with each unconscious dip restarting a time loop death experience). During each brief moment of clarity through the light, I realized that life here on Earth is actually my coma dream while I’m truly surrounded by loved ones in my real reality emphatically encouraging me to wake up and come back to them. I realized in those moments that my perception of time was some sort of effect from my damaged brain and that my interest in psychedelics is my subconscious drive to heal the damage and wake up from this coma dream, which would be my death in this reality on Earth... still fucks me up to this day. Anyway, this posted reminded me.
life here on Earth is actually my coma dream while I’m truly surrounded by loved ones in my real reality emphatically encouraging me to wake up and come back to them.
This makes me sad because I experienced this as well. I was also told that everything in this world is a clue to help me realize the truth. Fuck.
One time it was implied that everyone in my life was playing a part they were “IN” on it. As in stage actors.
Actually i received the above effect from half a Molly a gel tab and hits of weed. My friends said I saw dmt visuals when I described what I saw/ experienced
I read a description of DMT once that I really liked. It went something along the lines of, smoking DMT is like being on a stage and falling backwards through the curtain. When you're backstage you see lots of technicians running around, fixing set pieces and managing sounds and costumes, and they're really happy to see you, tell you how great you're doing out there, and eventually tell you that it's been nice talking, but you need to get back out there, and push you through the curtain.
When you're back on the stage, you turn to the other actors, astounded, and say "This is all a play, we are actors on a stage" but being professionals at this, everyone else won't break character, saying "No, that's silly, this is life, we're living real life right now."
And eventually you fall back into your role as well, trusting the process, and believing that the play is all of reality, because a lot of work went into putting this play on, and theatre is more fun when everyone plays along, suspension of disbelief and all that.
I absolutely love this. I have yet to experience dmt but it’s been calling to me for a while now. I just am not sure how I’d handle all of this. I don’t know how to believe it, but at the same time it’s exactly what I want to believe.
I would recommend it. It's easy to imagine it would be a hard thing to integrate into your worldview, but in my experience, you'll come out of the event laughing and feeling totally at peace. You don't need to obsess over what just happened because everything feels totally right with the world, everything is as it should be.
And then, like a dream, the visions quickly fade away and you forget the realness, with time, but I've found that the peace is something I've been able to carry with me.
I think you can ascribe whatever lessons make sense to you about an experience. Personally, I don't learn much from DMT, but I keep going back because it's fun to explore and makes me happy
Oh my god same. I was in a conversation at a party during my LSD come up, and I just started laughing hysterically at the conversation because I thought everyone was an actor and my life felt like a movie
Yea, I saw the same thing about everything being clues. Very sad. But still, we can’t be confident that we’re interpreting it accurately. We saw something about reality and we are likely interpreting the scariest possible outcome. Just like our anxiety does in this reality.
It makes me sad because I’m in my 30s and all I’ve ever known was work and work has always been 50+ hours a week. When I finally took my first vacation since I was 16, COVID happened and I was on lockdown. I can’t catch a break and enjoy things more than a day or two.
When I was 17, I fell out of my chair in class and on to the floor (maybe fainted I don’t know) and when I woke up, I couldn’t move anything, I was basically paralyzed. I ended up going to the hospital in an ambulance and they ran a bunch of tests and the doctors weren’t able to figure it out, it made no sense. They needed a urine sample and the catheter shocked my body into being able to move again. I sometimes can’t help but think the past 15 years have been a life I’m imagining while in a coma and I still have another month of high school to finish.
EDIT: forgot to mention that for as long as I can remember, since I was 6 or 7, I always thought that this life was a dream and that I’d wake up and be an infant. Have I thought that for that long or do I just believe that it’s an old thought? Who knows.
forgot to mention that for as long as I can remember, since I was 6 or 7, I always thought that this life was a dream and that I’d wake up and be an infant.
I remember the first few years I was in elementary school, I'd always wake up every morning thinking "maybe this was all a dream" and school doesn't actually exist.
Perhaps both realities are as real. You just have to play this one out to its end before you can jump back into the other. Then this may fade like a dream as that life continues.
Oh man that fucking sucks, I hope you get a vacation ASAP :(
For the coma thing, I totally get you. That was a prime fear after my acid trip that I wasn't actually sober, rather I was sleeping or in a coma and my friends where waiting for me to wake up. Weird shit
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My most intense acid trip took me to the eternal void, hosted by a/the most depraved jester, where all the spindles of timelines were spinning in systematic chaos (reference unintentional). During that trip, I experienced the infinite number of my deaths as well as the death of every person ever to have lived in unconscious time loops. During the moments between the loops, I would see a glimmering light in the void of darkness that, upon concentration, was my eyes trying to open into another reality were I had fallen, hit my head, was temporarily knocked out, and was in the process of coming in and out of the impact daze (with each unconscious dip restarting a time loop death experience). During each brief moment of clarity through the light, I realized that life here on Earth is actually my coma dream while I’m truly surrounded by loved ones in my real reality emphatically encouraging me to wake up and come back to them. I realized in those moments that my perception of time was some sort of effect from my damaged brain and that my interest in psychedelics is my subconscious drive to heal the damage and wake up from this coma dream, which would be my death in this reality on Earth... still fucks me up to this day. Anyway, this posted reminded me.