^Really good post in general there
Agreed. One of the greatest 'revelations' for me came on a combo of mushrooms, DPT and on the tail end of changa when I started getting caught up in fear and edging towards panic; I was sure something cataclysmic was occurring, that I was never going to be 'normal' again, that life was utterly over for me, forever, when I slipped, for a moment, into a really sober, lucid, rational state- I realised that psychedelics create a powerful but ultimately fictitious experience. By fictitious, I don't mean worthless or fake, but moreso a state of extreme absorption in imagination and hyper-suggestibility. I realised that the fear I was feeling was based on an exagerrated, primal response to a threat which was only as powerful as my own imagination could make it, because the threat existed completely in my imagination, and I could control my imagination; in many ways, I am my imagination. It was a brief moment of utter clarity that deepened into a euphoria that hasn't yet truly subsided.
The realisation that I create my own world, both the joys and sorrows, has stuck with me. If I didn't believe it, I would never have been able to fix the negative things in my life, mainly addiction to opiates and benzos and the constant rehashing of early life trauma. I didn't need to 'fix' these things by enduring something incredibly painful, if I just accepted the pain and reminded myself that all the rest of it was no more real then the ephemeral outlook a psychedelic may provide.
Its really not much of a revelation; I'm pretty sure most people realise this, but for me, to spontaneously think in this (what felt like) perfectly logical, rational and honest way, and literally feel my pain subside immediately because I willed it to; its changed my life and time and time again proves to be the only method I can now deem correct in terms of functioning in this world. Its within and without everything I do, the knoweldge, the pure and untained KNOWING, that life is almost entirely an internal construct that can be made to BE anything. You just have to believe in that and, because its true, believing in it is easy. In that sense, life is like a dream and the fact that it may be real or may not be real is almost irrelevant to what actually IS.
Nothing, all kinds of nothing, is real.