The cosmic trap could also be described as the existence trap. I'm not really sure what to call it. But its a re-occurring theme of certain DMT trips I've had. Kind of like a re-occurring nightmare really. I don't normally write up my DMT experiences in this way because I find it very difficult to describe but I'll give this a try.
I was at a friends house who I was staying with. Two friends were present and my wife. I was coming off of LSD and MDMA and we had all been at a concert together and were coming down from various substances and combinations thereof. We were all in a good mood and since these are close friends I was comfortable blasting off in front of them. I had done some DMT earlier in the evening while at concert and it was great (low dose).
The DMT was in a vaporizer pen and I decided to take a hit of N2O and DMT at the same time. I filled up a balloon with N2O. I then inhaled some of the N2O blew it out and took a long slow hit off the DMT pen. I blew some of the DMT back into the balloon and inhaled more of the N2O + DMT space gas cocktail.
Then I went blank for a moment. It was like I blacked out really quick. But I didn't really black out it was like a button was pushed and momentarily I went from where I was before to where I was now. Everything looked mostly the same. It was the sort of DMT visual where everything looks hyper-real but no fractal patterns or related visual effects. Just hyper-real colors, the room looked basically the same, I could see my friends. One was meditating and doing a strange dance, one of hitting a balloon of N2O, giggling and mumbling random things that made no sense to me, and my wife was just chilling nearby.
But IT was in the room. I don't really know what to call IT since I couldn't see IT. But I felt it was there its just hidden. I'm going to call IT a demon because (
). I've never seen the demon but I can feel its presence. This demon decided to possess my two friends and whoever I would focus on the demon would inhabit.
Now me and this demon don't get along. I don't like when its around and it doesn't seem to like me much either. Whenever it comes around I feel like I've been caught. I don't exactly know what I've been caught doing but it feels like I'm a child whose been caught doing something naughty. But it goes deeper then that. Its like I've been caught existing. Like it can read every thought I've ever had and it doesn't like those thoughts.
When the demon possesses people its like I can't tell them whats going on. Because they might be in on the whole conspiracy. Are they real? Have they been the demon all along? Is this all a game they've been playing with me? Am I the only person that exists in this world? Has it all been an illusion and now the game is up and I've been caught and now they are going to put me up on trial for some kind of eternal judgement trial?
These are the kind of thoughts that run through my head when the demon shows up. So naturally I get a little panicked and try to figure out whats going on. I end up thinking something along the lines of damned if you do damned if you don't. Its like I'm just a person moving through the world trying to do the right thing. But there are these demons behind the curtain judging everything you do. Really all I am guilty of doing is existing. I'm not really any worse or better then any other human moving through this world. But I am guilty of wanting to exist.
But my wanting to exist is the source of a lot of suffering. Any life that wants to keep existing can cause of a lot of suffering to other life. To live is to eat and kill. To live is to desire, to lust, to want more. To live is to want to keep on living.
But what happens if you want to live forever? Its terrifying to live forever. You go through lives trying to hide from the fact that you've done this already. You try to hide your desires from yourself. You try to hide from the other beings that also want to exist but that you just keep torturing and killing and taking from since you want to just keep existing. It gets pretty morbid when you engage with this kind of thinking.
Anyway so the demon caught me wanting to exist and it made me feel guilty. I was terrified the demon would want to expose me for all the evil I had done and all the cosmic level evil I would commit in my futile quest to keep existing.
I was able to look at my friends while having these thoughts but because whoever I looked at was possessed I couldn't look at them for long for fear they would see what the demon saw. They might have been the demon too so I didn't want to face them in their physical bodies like that. It might have gotten ugly. I might have tried to fight them or attack them to protect myself. Basically I needed the demon to go away and was willing to fight it off if I had too.
At this point I start to come down a little and start saying to myself. No this isn't real. This is just a re-occurring hallucination you've had before. I was able to start talking myself down and just grind through until the demon goes away. After about 5-10 minutes I tell my friends "well that was weird" and make a lame attempt at trying to describe what I saw. They acknowledged even if they didn't really understand. Its not like I understand what happened either and its not like I can really understand when someone else describes a weird DMT experience to me either so no big deal.
I decided to suck more of the N2O from the balloon. It tastes like DMT. It tastes like the demon. I'm annoyed at the fact that the demon is getting in the way of me enjoying my balloon so I take another long slow hit of DMT. By this point my tolerance is higher so I can't really get into that space again. But I basically called out the demon. I said get back here you bastard so we can brawl it out. I'm tired of you judging me and fucking with me for existing. I'm tired of you reminding me of the cosmic trap all living existing beings are stuck in. I yelled but the demon was gone. It went back behind the curtain.
I've had this theme occur in other trips. Its occurred before when I've combined DMT with ketamine. It also might have occurred at times when I've taken just DMT. I think the difference is with pure DMT experience its very flashy and when it goes dark its horrifically dark but flashy. Colors. Torture and scenes of violence. FLASHY! But when you mix in a dissociative and go down this dark path it slows it all time. It manifests in a different way.
Either way no regrets I appreciate that DMT can be really light and beautiful and also dark and terrifying. It keeps you grounded. There is an opposite entity that I also experience when I take DMT. It has a very feminine energy. It usually is much more forgiving and I end up thinking things along the lines of "your doing great" "your a good person" "we need more beings like you around so people can get along better". This entity is more of an angel. But I never see it. I just feel it.
Anyway I hope anyone who read this enjoyed reading it and can't help but ask if anyone has experienced something similar?