I haven't tripped for basically a decade and just started up again. And that original feeling of wonder and awe hasn't changed.
I would argue that because it hasn't changed, I am that much more in awe. The magic is timeless. It does not tarnish.
Maybe my childhood obsession with Ferngully has corrupted me - maybe I have an Ayahuasca bias - but one of the fundamental threads in every DMT experience I've ever had is the consciousness in everything around me. I experience animism every time. I cannot wrap my mind around how someone could have this experience and not walk away with a sense of utter awe and mystery at what it is to be alive?
Like it's just so outrageously obvious (and amazing!) that the earth made plants to engineer humans to shoot the planet into outer space to reproduce. And we are all part of one big human family that wants to experience things from as many unique viewpoints as possible.
And everything is alive. The entire purpose is to feel alive and to remember you are alive.
I've done this hundreds of times and it's never any less fascinating.
Is anyone ever not awestruck? Is it even possible? Why does this blow my mind every single time?
*I have yet to make a conscious connection with rocks
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