Okay so, this is driving me insane... a little bit.
A couple of months ago I had mistake too much of a very strong synthetic weed and had this huge trip in which I felt like I could move all the dimensions while being them, I also was the time itself and my body was an annoying weight that kept me from being the Universe itself. Like I had no visions or whatever, but these incredible feelings of being the reality itself... I can not explain it.
Long story short I had a week ago 2C-B and it was not a new thing for me, so I tried a higher dosage and fuck! had a few hours of that same old trip but even stronger. It wasn't a pleasure, let me say it.
Now, when I am stressed I usually write down my thoughts, and it is what I was doing a few minutes ago. But while writing I realized that I was in fact trying to explain what I experienced in those trips.... and I found out that I can't.
I realized that I now I can see there is like a deeper level of reality, like things are the way they appear but if we can rip off all the meanings we give them because of our experiences and our lives, the same things have like a deeper soul (which is not a soul at all), a meaning that it is pure, untouched by the reality we put upon them. Like, reality itself has a space and a dimensions that I can feel and yet not describe or really touch, because I am made of my own life, my experience, my body and my fisicity, this substance that keep me from experience what the reality truly is.
I know it can sound crazy, but I studied something similar years ago during my classes of philosophy and I feel only now I am understanding.
Does it make any sense to you? Am I the only one? Or is it common?
Are there any drugs that I could use to explore this? or books of people who lived the same?
A couple of months ago I had mistake too much of a very strong synthetic weed and had this huge trip in which I felt like I could move all the dimensions while being them, I also was the time itself and my body was an annoying weight that kept me from being the Universe itself. Like I had no visions or whatever, but these incredible feelings of being the reality itself... I can not explain it.
Long story short I had a week ago 2C-B and it was not a new thing for me, so I tried a higher dosage and fuck! had a few hours of that same old trip but even stronger. It wasn't a pleasure, let me say it.
Now, when I am stressed I usually write down my thoughts, and it is what I was doing a few minutes ago. But while writing I realized that I was in fact trying to explain what I experienced in those trips.... and I found out that I can't.
I realized that I now I can see there is like a deeper level of reality, like things are the way they appear but if we can rip off all the meanings we give them because of our experiences and our lives, the same things have like a deeper soul (which is not a soul at all), a meaning that it is pure, untouched by the reality we put upon them. Like, reality itself has a space and a dimensions that I can feel and yet not describe or really touch, because I am made of my own life, my experience, my body and my fisicity, this substance that keep me from experience what the reality truly is.
I know it can sound crazy, but I studied something similar years ago during my classes of philosophy and I feel only now I am understanding.
Does it make any sense to you? Am I the only one? Or is it common?
Are there any drugs that I could use to explore this? or books of people who lived the same?