I thought I was a seasoned explorer of hallucinogens, but today I thought I was going to suffer a heart attack after doing two large tokes of DMT. I didn't know where I was, or even that I was on a drug. I remember being afraid that I wasn't breathing, but slowly I came back to earth. This might have been even scarier than the time I drank mushroom tea containing around 14 grams of high quality cyanescens. I won't do that again.

Anyway, I guess I really don't even have a question. I'm still trying to process where I went and what I saw. I feel it may have changed me in ways I don't yet understand. It also made me look for a website like this. Very interesting stuff.

Welcome to the real world

While I've been lucky enough to find meaning in almost all of my experiences so far, the difficult experiences may well have been the ones to give me the most strength and joy at the reality I spend most of my time in (this reality, I guess )

As a result, I certainly feel more resilient (or should that read 'acceptant'/'indifferent'?) to everyday struggles.

Do you feel as though you want to go in again?

Welcome to the Nexus