LSD and shrooms are head-fucky in a "right, I'm fucked, I know I'm fucked, and I know that all these thoughts and things I'm seeing are just transitory projections from my unconscious mind, and aren't real" kinda way that means a small rational part of me somewhere is still essentially the hands-on supervisor of the whole show, but for all-out fucked up beyond all recognition wierdness AMT takes the cake. Can't say as I've ever been arrested for my own protection, wandering the streets of one of the rougher parts of the inner city area I live in stark-bollock naked, demanding that the various responding emergency services make immediate arrangements for my Messianic televised address to the world, on anything other than AMT anyways? :shock: :lol: I limit meself to less heroic doses these days, but even so it can go from a serenely euphoric and Zen-like mental calm one minute, to all kinds of brutal dark shit in the blink of eye, and unlike the more stearable LSD or shrooms if you do lose your grip on it at the wrong moment it's away from you, and you better hold tight cos you're just a passenger from that point on.
MXE can lead to some really strange places. Often felt as I'd been somehow turned inside out as I came out of the hole, and the only way to fix meself is to take enough to get me holed again, so that hopefully, having taken more care on the exit everything would be fixed and the right way round again.