I have no doubt that many people on the forum have had one or more of the aforementioned experiences. So in creating this I hope to stimulate those who have had them to share on the experience itself, as well as give some insight and wisdom into the experience. If you think you've had the following, but are confused about the terms I used, I'll explain them.
Psychedelic experiences, despite its common association with "tripping balls", are actually very valid forms of enlightenment, spiritual awakening, and even the cause of many other experiences. Out of Body experiences that are not related to psychedelic usage are where a person becomes separated from their immediate consciousness and experience reality through another vessel(objective, outside looking in, or even from another person's perspective). Dreams are something everyone has, but in this thread I would only like you to share upon very vivid and enlightening dreams, and not so much the average subconscious/daily event driven dreams. Near Death experiences are "achieved" when one comes so close to death that they, for example "see the light". :lol:
So I'll start this shit off with a little experience I had on mushrooms. It was my second experience with mushrooms. I was alone, and ate about 25 dollars worth of hydroponic mushrooms. After the onset and coming up I began feeling a strange interconnectedness with the world around me, almost as if I was one and everything. This came on in waves. I remember vividly that the coming up lasted only about 25 minutes as I had an empty stomach and because I'm a lightweight, so about 23 or so minutes into this experience I stumbled into the bathroom to take a piss, and when I returned to my room, the very instant I crossed the threshold, I peaked. Everything around me seemed nonexistent. I walked strangely(compatible to someone who may have something up their ass) around the room, taking in the nothingness around me. I was alone in a void, it seemed. As this wave of psychedelia tapered off and I became aware of my location within space I became attracted to myself in the mirror. The only light in the room was the dull blue that my TV was casting ; and when I looked in the mirror, only the various contours of my body were touched by light. This visual stimulus brought upon another wave where I began flexing and staring at my body which seemed to be God-like and flying through some sort of tunnel of light. My hair was waving and warping in the wake of my ascension into divinity. Then, like before, the wave broke and subsided, leaving me in wonder and awe, giggling as I sat upon the bed to watch some TV. :crazy:
Rather short, so I'll share some crazy shit from my first experience with mushrooms. My first time I did them with a buddy. My first notion is that he and I would have a great time and be able to share our experience with one another. I was horribly wrong. After I had peaked, I became completely involved in my immediate experience that communication between my companion and I became virtually nonexistent. Every time he'd ponder on what I was feeling, I'd think of some elaborate explanation in my head, but the worlds usually came out much simpler as, "Dude...I...woah." Then came a huge sigh of complete and total wonderment of what was going on. What was going on? Was it real? It had to be. Mushrooms aren't a highly visual psychedelic, they pale in comparison to LSD or DMT. However, in my first trial with them I experienced some very cool visuals, which I'll describe before getting into the other aspects.
The first visual experience I can vividly remember, and the most common to all mushroom trips, was the undulation of shadows and simple shapes. Things that lacked abstract shape and appearance were twisted and warped by the drug. My friends "chill room" had walls adorned with acoustic foam - the kind with the rows of triangular prisms. The pyramidal shadows they cast under the dim lighting bent and warped under some complex geometric equation. Soon, as I was reaching the end of the coming up, the climb before the peak, we went out back to smoke a joint. My friend, who claimed he wasn't fully "up" was having a difficult time with the joint, so I took the liberty of smoking the majority of it. While holding it in my hand between tokes I stared at the sparkling lit end of the joint. It glowed with a fierce and undulating light that cast strange patterns on my hands. As I was toking the joint I stopped every so often and look up at the sky. This is when I knew I had peaked. The sky, from the tree line to the apex of the visible atmosphere, was a gradient of colors. Not a full spectrum, however. It began at a dull red and worked it's way through greens and then back into oranges at the apex. The moon, with radiant beams of light, appeared to have tentacles(caused by the undulations and waves) that were fixated upon tiny glimmering crystals that refracted multitudes of prismatic color. These were the most vivid of my visuals. Later on in the room, while my friend became engulfed in a Diablo III trailer on the internet, I was flying through so many intense feelings and colorful landscapes that I can't recall it vividly at all.
The most defining moments of this trip were experienced during the last hour or so of the plateau and on the onset of the descent. At, about 2 AM or so, my buddy was depressing into a state of unbeknown feelings. He was lethargic, and took the initiative to head for his bed. He left me alone in the dark. At this point, I figured I was coming down. With that notion, I cuddled up on the couch in the chill room and attempted to go to sleep. It wouldn't happen; not for awhile. Laying there in the dark, my visuals tapered down. There were no well lit objects or shapes that could stimulate my visual cortex. The trip soon became an introspective mind game. With only me and my own mind I began to think about god knows what. My thoughts, as I remember them, were almost so loud within my own head it seemed some outside person was saying them. They were strange and crude thoughts like, "Will this ever end?" Or, "Will I ever be normal again?" On top of that, they were audibly changing pitch in waves. From high to low and back again. Soon they were being spoken in gibberish, some ancient god-language that I would never understand. I was freaking out. I stood up several times and paced to the bathroom and back. I couldn't recall any of the space or time that existed between starting to move and stopping so it seemed to me like I was teleporting around. At some point I began to have a strange out of body experience where I felt as if I had taken on the body of some entirely different entity - namely, my companion, who was in another dimension on the other side of the wall. I took on the psychology of my friend, the voice, the feeling of mass(my friend is a thick and muscular dude about 5'10", so I felt a bit heavier), and even the emotions. This lasted for a short while, maybe seconds. Fuck, as this point I was flipping out, so I turned on some lights and browsed the net as I came down.
Woah, that was a novel. Yours do not have to be that long. So, share your shit! :smoke:
Psychedelic experiences, despite its common association with "tripping balls", are actually very valid forms of enlightenment, spiritual awakening, and even the cause of many other experiences. Out of Body experiences that are not related to psychedelic usage are where a person becomes separated from their immediate consciousness and experience reality through another vessel(objective, outside looking in, or even from another person's perspective). Dreams are something everyone has, but in this thread I would only like you to share upon very vivid and enlightening dreams, and not so much the average subconscious/daily event driven dreams. Near Death experiences are "achieved" when one comes so close to death that they, for example "see the light". :lol:
So I'll start this shit off with a little experience I had on mushrooms. It was my second experience with mushrooms. I was alone, and ate about 25 dollars worth of hydroponic mushrooms. After the onset and coming up I began feeling a strange interconnectedness with the world around me, almost as if I was one and everything. This came on in waves. I remember vividly that the coming up lasted only about 25 minutes as I had an empty stomach and because I'm a lightweight, so about 23 or so minutes into this experience I stumbled into the bathroom to take a piss, and when I returned to my room, the very instant I crossed the threshold, I peaked. Everything around me seemed nonexistent. I walked strangely(compatible to someone who may have something up their ass) around the room, taking in the nothingness around me. I was alone in a void, it seemed. As this wave of psychedelia tapered off and I became aware of my location within space I became attracted to myself in the mirror. The only light in the room was the dull blue that my TV was casting ; and when I looked in the mirror, only the various contours of my body were touched by light. This visual stimulus brought upon another wave where I began flexing and staring at my body which seemed to be God-like and flying through some sort of tunnel of light. My hair was waving and warping in the wake of my ascension into divinity. Then, like before, the wave broke and subsided, leaving me in wonder and awe, giggling as I sat upon the bed to watch some TV. :crazy:
Rather short, so I'll share some crazy shit from my first experience with mushrooms. My first time I did them with a buddy. My first notion is that he and I would have a great time and be able to share our experience with one another. I was horribly wrong. After I had peaked, I became completely involved in my immediate experience that communication between my companion and I became virtually nonexistent. Every time he'd ponder on what I was feeling, I'd think of some elaborate explanation in my head, but the worlds usually came out much simpler as, "Dude...I...woah." Then came a huge sigh of complete and total wonderment of what was going on. What was going on? Was it real? It had to be. Mushrooms aren't a highly visual psychedelic, they pale in comparison to LSD or DMT. However, in my first trial with them I experienced some very cool visuals, which I'll describe before getting into the other aspects.
The first visual experience I can vividly remember, and the most common to all mushroom trips, was the undulation of shadows and simple shapes. Things that lacked abstract shape and appearance were twisted and warped by the drug. My friends "chill room" had walls adorned with acoustic foam - the kind with the rows of triangular prisms. The pyramidal shadows they cast under the dim lighting bent and warped under some complex geometric equation. Soon, as I was reaching the end of the coming up, the climb before the peak, we went out back to smoke a joint. My friend, who claimed he wasn't fully "up" was having a difficult time with the joint, so I took the liberty of smoking the majority of it. While holding it in my hand between tokes I stared at the sparkling lit end of the joint. It glowed with a fierce and undulating light that cast strange patterns on my hands. As I was toking the joint I stopped every so often and look up at the sky. This is when I knew I had peaked. The sky, from the tree line to the apex of the visible atmosphere, was a gradient of colors. Not a full spectrum, however. It began at a dull red and worked it's way through greens and then back into oranges at the apex. The moon, with radiant beams of light, appeared to have tentacles(caused by the undulations and waves) that were fixated upon tiny glimmering crystals that refracted multitudes of prismatic color. These were the most vivid of my visuals. Later on in the room, while my friend became engulfed in a Diablo III trailer on the internet, I was flying through so many intense feelings and colorful landscapes that I can't recall it vividly at all.
The most defining moments of this trip were experienced during the last hour or so of the plateau and on the onset of the descent. At, about 2 AM or so, my buddy was depressing into a state of unbeknown feelings. He was lethargic, and took the initiative to head for his bed. He left me alone in the dark. At this point, I figured I was coming down. With that notion, I cuddled up on the couch in the chill room and attempted to go to sleep. It wouldn't happen; not for awhile. Laying there in the dark, my visuals tapered down. There were no well lit objects or shapes that could stimulate my visual cortex. The trip soon became an introspective mind game. With only me and my own mind I began to think about god knows what. My thoughts, as I remember them, were almost so loud within my own head it seemed some outside person was saying them. They were strange and crude thoughts like, "Will this ever end?" Or, "Will I ever be normal again?" On top of that, they were audibly changing pitch in waves. From high to low and back again. Soon they were being spoken in gibberish, some ancient god-language that I would never understand. I was freaking out. I stood up several times and paced to the bathroom and back. I couldn't recall any of the space or time that existed between starting to move and stopping so it seemed to me like I was teleporting around. At some point I began to have a strange out of body experience where I felt as if I had taken on the body of some entirely different entity - namely, my companion, who was in another dimension on the other side of the wall. I took on the psychology of my friend, the voice, the feeling of mass(my friend is a thick and muscular dude about 5'10", so I felt a bit heavier), and even the emotions. This lasted for a short while, maybe seconds. Fuck, as this point I was flipping out, so I turned on some lights and browsed the net as I came down.
Woah, that was a novel. Yours do not have to be that long. So, share your shit! :smoke: