It has been almost one year since my first true psychedelic experience. Before this point I thought I understood how psychedelic substances affected my mind and to the extent they expanded my consciousness.
For I had tried medium to large doses of Mushrooms, DMT, LSD, LSA, 2C-B, etc and had two prior experiences with mescaline. So when I prepared my twelve inch San Pedro Cactus cutting and laid down to trip, I believed I was ready. I WAS NOT! I didn't start coming down until 15 hours after ingestion and was unable to move the entire time. I could probably write an entire book on the experience, but I will get right down to the point.
There seemed to be two distinct parts of the trip. The unique and wonderful side, where for example I sat before a counsel of spirits and convinced them that they shouldn't kill me because my life had value or helping Galileo map the stars. Nevertheless, there was a secondary aspect of the trip, where I embodied three separate personalities.
1. An absolutely insane redneck who can only speak gibberish.
2. An old, ugly women who wears an excessive amount of clothing and jewry and wants to be young again.
3. An African American Dad who is so proud of his son's accomplishments he can not hold his emotion in. (I was literally crying my brains out because I was so proud of him).
There were other personalities, but these were the most prominent. Becoming each of these individuals was not very pleasant, and I now feel so much more for the schizophrenic.
Have any Bluelighters completely lost their ego and turned into someone else?
For I had tried medium to large doses of Mushrooms, DMT, LSD, LSA, 2C-B, etc and had two prior experiences with mescaline. So when I prepared my twelve inch San Pedro Cactus cutting and laid down to trip, I believed I was ready. I WAS NOT! I didn't start coming down until 15 hours after ingestion and was unable to move the entire time. I could probably write an entire book on the experience, but I will get right down to the point.
There seemed to be two distinct parts of the trip. The unique and wonderful side, where for example I sat before a counsel of spirits and convinced them that they shouldn't kill me because my life had value or helping Galileo map the stars. Nevertheless, there was a secondary aspect of the trip, where I embodied three separate personalities.
1. An absolutely insane redneck who can only speak gibberish.
2. An old, ugly women who wears an excessive amount of clothing and jewry and wants to be young again.
3. An African American Dad who is so proud of his son's accomplishments he can not hold his emotion in. (I was literally crying my brains out because I was so proud of him).
There were other personalities, but these were the most prominent. Becoming each of these individuals was not very pleasant, and I now feel so much more for the schizophrenic.
Have any Bluelighters completely lost their ego and turned into someone else?
