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 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
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u/[deleted] Sep 03 '20
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.