@jhjhsdi was weird talking to dead friends and it was like they were literally like sitting next to me or sitting in the trees as the ground was on fire and they didn't want to get down. As for what they told me haunts me till today. How he got tortured everyday and constantly burning but no scars. Imagine burning away, that feeling of extreme heat but nothing happening to your flesh but still getting the smell of burning flesh and the screams, he told me the screams were the worst. And another friend told me that she was just lost in darkness, nothing. She said she was/is all alone with nothing and no one around her except her thoughts. When i took this plant i tripped or had a spiritual journey that lasted me roughly 3 days roughly. In the beginning the visuals were awesome and amazing but as time passed by it just got darker and darker. I remember on day 2 laying under my bed scared AF under a blanket and something kept tapping me on the shoulder and whispering in my ear "let's go play outside" none stop and this went on for a few hrs, just kept ignoring the voice but what freaked me out so much about that specific moment was the tapping on my shoulder. It felt so real like someone poking you constantly to get your attention. And then "it" left and said "fine be that way". I was scared shitless to say the least.
Anyhow a lot more happened but after that i promised never to take that plant again.
Damn...I second this giving me chills. I recently had an LSD experience that was incessantly, relentlessly, almost punishingly about good vs evil, the afterlife, “right living”, etc., that was very unsettling but like every psychedelic experience before it, was extremely beneficial. This led to taking seriously the idea that psychedelic experiences in ancient times were about communion with a Higher Power (however each culture defined it) and were ultimately the foundation for civilization, medicine, technology, etc. Going down this path led to reading about all sorts of brews used in the past, some of which were made with deliriants (broadly defined). This would include the Eleusian/Dionysian Mysteries, their influence on early Christianity etc (deliriants moreso in Europe throughout the Dark Ages and beyond - the ancients seemed to value classic/familiar psychedelics). I know that other cultures around the world had their own ritual psychedelic use and I’ll definitely be studying them as I progress. But there is a similar thread that runs through them all which is what I’ve been picking up on as I study further.
Which got me thinking...even in the most difficult and unsettling psychedelic experiences in the past, they have always made my life better, EVERY SINGLE TIME, when I took what I learned seriously and incorporated it into my life. The key being that I had to take the lessons back to everyday consciousness and actually practice what I learned consistently. And when I do that, I have NEVER been led astray.
What is standing out to me is that classical psychedelics seem to generate thinking about Higher Order ideas (I.e., communion with God/Angels, the Universe/Cosmos, higher dimensions, etc.,) while the deliriants seem to focus on the Underworld/death/darkness, and just seems to show users what it’s like without there being an underlying message of hope like psychedelics seem to. Even in my darkest psychedelic journeys, there always seems to be a presence who while showing me the worst of the Universe, gives me the feeling of being protected and that the difficulty is ultimately for my benefit. It seems like this is extremely rare with deliriants - more of a detached window into the Underworld with no guide to help make sense of any of it.
This particular account scared the shit out of me because, well, it sure sounds like the friends you were speaking with are trapped in what we commonly call Hell, based off of how Christianity/Judaism/Islam define it. I completely accept that prior knowledge of “hell” may have influenced this portion of the experience, but I’m also willing to accept that drugs may grant access to some portion of what’s to come after we die as well. If it is true that they grant some access to the afterlife, then perhaps I should consider experiencing deliriants at some point, if only to undergo the full spectrum of drug induced experience. Wrangling baby sitters for 3+ days may ultimately sink this dream however!
Sincere thanks to you for sharing and giving me much to ponder moving forward.
Ever tried?