I actually was scared of DMT, for a long time.
I have something of “natural meditation states”. Idea of letting them go stronger, was “forbidden” for me.
When I felt desperate for it, I did it.
And I did not do a regular Aya.
Somehow, I felt like I was betraying my efforts in finding "soul experience".
And apparently, I failed, in positive way...
The shit I did was potent as fuck.
Mixture I did was special, to Me.
I just did what I had to do, and found what I had to.
And to be serious. I’m still “digesting” it.
I’m actively writing my experiences.
It found me.
More like: "It was destined to happened, in that time".
- I will delete/edit this post if I was "too exposing" or just stupid.
- Sorry for spelling errors