A few days before you posted this I had a series of rue tea pharma experiences that culminated in something somewhat similar to what you describe. The first was bright and clear with a lot of visuals similar to psilocybin, albeit with an abrupt cessation of effects. The second was clear visions like astral projection to a different location after an initial period fighting off weird unsightly static like a frothing mess of countless tiny spheres, each sphere having one of a large number of different colours. It only lasted a few seconds and after that the scenes were hyperreal. The third experience was dominated by the "static electric froth" and what seemed like an hour turned out to be more like three - the reverse of the usual kind of time warp and thus a small blessing, perhaps, in view of the frankly annoying nature of the experience.
The main message from all of this was that some suitable music would be necessary to fit with my intentions. For the first experience I had preloaded my "earworm memory" by listening to a lot of music beforehand specifically to avoid having to rely on music technology which often glitches out when I'm tripping. This was particularly lacking in the third and last experience which already in the execution seemed to be hurried, perfunctory, and carried out with a sense of obligation to fulfill some kind of expectation to myself along with more than a little chasing of some of the magnificence of visions - not to mention the overwhelming euphoria - that occurred in the first two sessions.
Hope you glean something of use from this. How's it been shaping up since? I decided to take a break, mull things over, give my family more time during the holidays and tidy up the house a whole lot so I guess you could call that integration
“There is a way of manipulating matter and energy so as to produce what modern scientists call 'a field of force'. The field acts on the observer and puts him in a privileged position vis-à-vis the universe. From this position he has access to the realities which are ordinarily hidden from us by time and space, matter and energy. This is what we call the Great Work."
― Jacques Bergier, quoting Fulcanelli