Hey everyone, I am writing to this to see if anyone has had a similar experience with DMT which has left you feeling mentally stuck in some sense.
So, I hit DMT a bunch a while back and did in some ways borderline take it a bit much. I had had a few breakthrough experiences after which I felt that to take DMT and not breakthrough would be a somewhat let down. The strange thing that happened was that after a point my DMT experience always came back to the same place which I could describe as rolling ego death. I am not sure how much of a taboo it is to describe an experience, but I have decided to bite the bullet and see if I can get help getting mentally unstuck.
The place that I enter I can best describe as some strange sentience observing the trip and prompting me to breakthrough. There's nothing to fear to be honest, but it really does feel like a complete unravelling is about to occur. When I say complete, I mean the whole complete unravelling like near-death. It feels like my consciousness has split into two ever since. There's some place that I subjectively feel that I am tightly clinging to. Words cannot describe how strange it feels. It seems to me like I am still on DMT. There are no strong visuals or bodily sensations. It's like permanent headspace.
To alleviate my situation, I moved to mindfulness practice and empathetic practice. The practice has helped me find little pieces of joy here and there. Now I have decided that the only block I am experiencing in opening my mind to others further is this mental split I have been experiencing for quite some time now.
If anyone has had this experience and has found some way of effectively ending the sensation of clinging or being in a DMT trip, then please share.
I did acid recently after smoking a bunch of weed along with it and the trip felt so foreign. I felt completely dissociated from everything around me, and I might have scared someone who was also tripping with me (for their first time) into having a bad trip. The whole trip I felt completely sober and don't recall the peak. My guess is that I unintentionally 'hijacked' their trip and scared them to the point of crying.
So, I hit DMT a bunch a while back and did in some ways borderline take it a bit much. I had had a few breakthrough experiences after which I felt that to take DMT and not breakthrough would be a somewhat let down. The strange thing that happened was that after a point my DMT experience always came back to the same place which I could describe as rolling ego death. I am not sure how much of a taboo it is to describe an experience, but I have decided to bite the bullet and see if I can get help getting mentally unstuck.
The place that I enter I can best describe as some strange sentience observing the trip and prompting me to breakthrough. There's nothing to fear to be honest, but it really does feel like a complete unravelling is about to occur. When I say complete, I mean the whole complete unravelling like near-death. It feels like my consciousness has split into two ever since. There's some place that I subjectively feel that I am tightly clinging to. Words cannot describe how strange it feels. It seems to me like I am still on DMT. There are no strong visuals or bodily sensations. It's like permanent headspace.
To alleviate my situation, I moved to mindfulness practice and empathetic practice. The practice has helped me find little pieces of joy here and there. Now I have decided that the only block I am experiencing in opening my mind to others further is this mental split I have been experiencing for quite some time now.
If anyone has had this experience and has found some way of effectively ending the sensation of clinging or being in a DMT trip, then please share.
I did acid recently after smoking a bunch of weed along with it and the trip felt so foreign. I felt completely dissociated from everything around me, and I might have scared someone who was also tripping with me (for their first time) into having a bad trip. The whole trip I felt completely sober and don't recall the peak. My guess is that I unintentionally 'hijacked' their trip and scared them to the point of crying.