As we begun to ponder on this subject, the mushrooms really kicked in. The only words i could say, that we could both say was 'What the fuck', 'Duuuuude', and 'ahhhhh... duuuuuude'. My body felt like it was no longer a body. I felt like i was just part of the universe. Nothing more than another rock on the beach, a pebble in the river, a blade of grass. I was no more significant than the next object. No longer was i on earth, i was gone. My mind had collapsed. We kept turning to each other and talking about how we have lost our minds. I pondered on whether i really ever had a mind. What is a mind anyway? Do i mind that Ive lost my mind? Where has it gone? Where was it? Questions without answers, kept hitting me.
I love this paragraph man. It sounds like you experienced some pretty dramatic ego-loss. Ego-loss, to me, is one of the most important components of a psychedelic or dissociative trip. You can learn what feels like an infinite knowledge from that state of mind, if you just let go and absorb the moment.
Anyways, great report. It all makes sense to me
