Just wondering how often you have been humbled by a profound DMT experience? I had the strongest journey I have ever encountered last night and it brought me to my knees, so to speak. It was like being reborn. I won't go into a whole lot of details because I plan to post the trip report when I find the words. If I find the words.

Every experience has taught me something but this one left me feeling like my entire being had completely dissolved and then was reassembled according to some higher power's directions.

I guess now the only thing to do is integrate what I learned.

But anyway, have you been humbled lately? Yes or no and how/why.

Thank you for your thoughts, patience, and brilliance!

-Peace-

Edit: Feel Free to share experiences, insights, epiphanies or what "being humble or humbled" means to you!

My first and only true breakthrough humbled me beyond words, when I opened my eyes I couldn't even believe I was human, that memory was completely gone.

All I could say was what the fuck..over and over and over again.

Mushrooms have also humbled me in many ways..

I have been humbled many times by DMT. I have to admit that the past couple times I smoked DMT it put the fear into me. It is hard to integrate such experiences. Takes some time to integrate fear. Face your fear. Let go of your fear. So now I am on a break from DMT. I will smoke again when my fear is diminished.

I heard someone once refer to DMT as a teacher with a big stick. That is no joke.

Oh, it definitely put the "fear" in me! I couldn't hardly believe what was happening right in front of my face! I saw everything and nothing...I was everything and nothing, all at once.

It commanded my attention and respect, no ifs, ands, or buts. I needed to have the experience, that I am sure but wow was it overwhelming. When I made it back to our planet I had tears in my eyes! I was thankful that I made it back at all really.

There is another post floating around currently which used the term "hyperslap." This was absolutely one of those. Humbled by a hyperslap, yes indeed. The universe, higher powers, or whatever governs our reality had me questioning what reality really is/was/could be/hoped to be. All I could think was, "message received! message received! message received!"

I am very grateful for the whole event. I feel like a different person in a positive way but it is hard to explain.

I wish the English language was more versatile so I could actually say what I mean properly. But those words elude me...Maybe I just need to expand my vocabulary!?

Thanks for your input guys!

And on a different note, Sky Motion, I love your avatar! I have a poster of that hanging in my bedroom! In fact, it is one of the posters I focus on while blasting off before laying back and closing my eyes! Gotta love it!

-The Grateful One-

I am humbled anything past 45 milligrams.

I am humbled in all experiences, the good and the so called bad. To be in the presence of the molecule is humbling enough. How? Because there is a deep knowing that part of my journey, through this molecule, is for the greater good and evolution of mankind, that i am part of the manifestation of reality, and am helping the cosmic evolution, which includes all of humanity. To go face to face with the darkness, will wrench fear out of you, but it too, is humbling, to know that something out there wants you to face all your inner demons, to bring them out so that they can be turned into light, that truly is a humbling thing.

I'm the most humble person in the world!

I am continually humbled & grateful, eternally.

I ( or perhaps more appropriately "I/not I" ) have experienced this state before. Totally & utterly overwhelming & at the same time familiar & home. Most humbling, for certain!





Unfortunately for us, the English language is a linear one & being as such can never fully describe any phenomena fully due to the Universe being inextricably non-linear.

Such is life!

Bwahahahahaha!!!

Just a small update!

My girlfriend was humbled in a way last night. I will try to explain it as best I can since it was her journey.
We were smoking a 1:1:1/2 ratio of ACRB Spice/Mullein/Freebase harmalas.

She started out saying that it was one of the weirder trips that she has had. Like she had fallen into a dream. A semi-lucid dream. She floated into the sky up into the clouds where huge white pillars in the style of ancient Greek architecture stood. Magnificent and beautiful. Apparently there were "beings" moving about this area who wouldn't show their faces but were wearing white, flowing robes. Possibly of a toga variety. She said her perception would sometimes jump from her POV to a 3rd person view. So sometimes she would be "herself" but at other times she would be watching herself from above or from out of her "body." Looking at herself in either perspective allowed her to realize that she was wearing the same clothes as the "robed ones." She is still trying to find meaning in that, if there is any.

She had a flower in her hair as she skipped down a beautiful silvery marble covered floor as the pillars from earlier produced a tunnel/hallway. As she skipped down this elegant hallway she said she felt as if she was calling out to find her father. (side note: her father is alive and well) She said it was strange because she could feel his presence there even though he wouldn't reveal himself. As if he was one of the robed figures from earlier. The memory starts getting foggy at this point she said.

So it was humbling for her but in a different way. She way finally shown a deeper glimpse into this wonderful realm. Anyway, it is still pretty fresh on both of our minds so perhaps more will come back to her later. Thanks for reading!

I couldn't decide whether to put my experience report here or to make a whole new thread. So ultimately I made an experience report and since the experience was one of the most humbling I have ever had, I would like to leave a link here for anyone who is interested.

Thank you for reading...if you decide to read that is!

Absolution (First Entity Contact)

Every time I take any sort of committed dose of a psychedelic, especially tryptamine based, im humbled almost immediately. Anymore for me, tryptamine based psychedelics at sufficient dosages in an optimal setting lead every single time to me on my knees, and if im not on my knees, im completely dissolute to the point that motor function and the outside world is gone; it's just The Other. I wouldn't have it any other way - those experiences where your fingers are barely in grasp of everyday Life and the You along with consensus reality are completely and ruthlessly washed away, like a duck in the arms of a hurricane; leaving nothing other than the hurricane itself. Anymore, these are why I take these substances; which due to that - is fairly rare now. I wouldn't have it any other way.

tseuq

Could not be worded more perfectly!!! A bit of facility with entheogen use(substance, technique, set/setting) reveals(for most)the extreme sacredness of their consensus reality dissolution "magic". It's that, REMEMBER!!, WAKE THE F UP!! message reminding us of the profundity of our awareness through this sentient ape reference frame. As described by TTA, once this message is received/experienced, an occasional revisitation suffices.

"like a duck in the arms of a hurricane", FOR SURE!

Thanks TTA, Peace

Every entheogen i've taken has in one way or another helped to teach the art of surrender, sometimes quite harshly, at other times quite gracefully.

I've found that rather than relying on the substance to do all the work it's best to go in already surrendered to allow for a smoother transition... if you go into a trip full of identity then it may all be stripped away, so i find it best to go in empty _/\_

I probably shouldn't post this because I think people might attack me (Key stroke wise) for saying it.

I really don't like the word humbled.
To me it sounds like weakness.
I have been astounded ,flabbergasted and shocked.
I've had an experience that shocked me to my core and I spent 7 days and nights thinking about it, its all I could think about but it didn't humble me.
There and then I've never been brought to tears either.
Maybe I have all of this to come?
Maybe I am in a constant state of humble therefore I wouldn't recognise it out of the norm?
Peace

Edit. On reflection, there is some part of me that can never be subdued and its not my Ego.

By humble I mean that I am by existing, there is nothing I need for my wholeness, I am.

tseuq

edit: I can live in a cave or in a palace, sit in the rain, in the snow, in the sun, in the dark, in the light, in fear, in love, I can do entheobotanics, I can lose my legs and arms, I can sit in prison, I can be part of a big lovely family, what ever, it all doesn't matter in a way of affecting me in that I am.

Very good remark, if we say "I" become humbled, then what is the "I" we speak of, interpretation is possible.

If we are an exponent of "God", then should God be humbled by itself? Not necessarily. There I follow you Deltaspice.
But the ego is something that has taken distance from the total, isolated itself and protecting/justifying itself, and is thus much more prone to become humblified or better said "corrected" for it's nature.

Lately I found myself professional wise in a dead threatening situation and things were indicating this-is-the-end, here and now. After things turned out okay (50% chance gross estimated) and I tamed down, I did find myself in an extreme "humble" mode very similarly to what I feel after a plant-session. This surprised me, but looking back not that much surprising. I concluded that plant-works are very safe "simulations" (by lack of a better word) of life/death brink situations that are quite huge levers for life transformation potentials. The event lead to even more appreciating the works we do.

I don't have any problem with your statement at all. It reminds me of William Blake who said, "Humility is only doubt, and does the Sun and Moon blot out."

Humility in that sense is perhaps not what Grateful means. "humble without inferiority" is perhaps what he is getting at.

Humble has the same etymology as humus which literally means "on the ground" or "earth". So in the sense of touching ground or earth for support, in the sense of getting on my knees, in the sense of lying on the ground and surrendering, then yes I've been humbled.

To be subdued by a hierarchy or by a social reality, that I take to be inferiority and that is indeed a form of subduction and that can indeed blot out your inner light. Don't!

Blake also mentions a state in which he "licks the dust for meat" or in which he becomes a "beggar at Love's door." That's what I call being close to the ground. When I'm kneeling down and I look at the dust and see it as food for my soul. In that state of ecstasy, to lick the ground or to feel oneself a beggar before the majesty of mere existence, that I call sublime and beautiful.

I might look like a complete nattering idiot licking the ground but in that state I'm free of all inferiority or superiority.

"The earth is my witness" said the Buddha. Reality is my witness and I bow down before what simply and most ordinarily is. That to me is the humus and I'm a happy beggar before this simple earth.

For want of such reality or humility or earthiness, many a socialized ego has played games of inferiority and superiority. A wheel of top and bottom, of whose rising and whose falling, of who has more and who has less. That wheel spins on and on. But to me, no matter how many monkeys believe in that wheel, that wheel is an illusion and for all its force, it has little sway over me.

I touch the earth, but I bow to no hierarchy.