I've been using psychedelics for nearly 20 years, very experienced with various forms of fungus and LSD. After doing some research I recently tried DMT for the first time. A close friend of mine has been extracting it and has used it over 100 times and made it available to me. I won't go into extensive detail about my experience, but I died. Or that is to say, I experienced dying, in a very dramatic way.
It was terrifying and intense and also very profound and taught me a valuable insight I wouldn't have otherwise learned without truly believing that I died. It was as real as anything else I've ever experienced. Needless to say I've been very shaken by the experience. And although I'm scared shitless by what I experienced, I gained a glimpse of the pure greatness of existence beyond my own reality.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around what I experienced, I think I know the why. It felt like my whole existence was being deconstructed and pulled apart while my soul was pulled out through the top head while my body spun around in a kaleidoscope of colour and light. I experienced a pain that transcended the physical, it was a spiritual pain. My soul was being forcefully pulled from my body.
I experienced being somewhere else and dying, but still had ties to my physical body, could still receive input from my physical self. When the pain left and I died, I faded into blackness and I was still consciously aware of myself in relation to absolutely nothing in blackness. There was absolutely nothing in the blackness but my consciousness for a split second, then the lights of the room came back, and got brighter and I came back to life.
Has anyone else experienced anything similar to this and have any insights?

I can relate completely!

Feels really good to come back from an experience like that. It always taught me gratitude. Deconstructed and then built back up again in what appears to be a purposeful way. It can be both terrifying and wonderful at the same time. I find it interesting that even though I experienced the death of the ego, something still remained, something behind it all. Awareness. Stillness. Nothingness. Blackness.

It can certainly feel like a practice of dying. Learn how to die and you learn how to live. Beautiful!


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