Sensei
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- Nov 4, 2019
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First of all, I don't advocate using hallucinogens. They can definitely be dangerous and I know this for a fact now. The effects of hallucinogens can't be controlled with willpower and once they kick in there's no return and no way out. They can scar you and worsen any mental problems you may have. They can even give you a psychosis or PTSD, or make you seek death before you're ready for it. Yet I need to share this with someone and there's no one close to me I dare to share it with. So, it's a kind of venting I guess.
I need something – hope, liberation, enlightenment, salvation – to keep my death wish at bay, and I believe hallucinogens might be a path to this. Desperate? Yes. Stupid? Perhaps. The other week I used plant matter which contains DMT, the allegedly strongest existing hallucinogen, and curiously enough perfectly legal to purchase. (Actually, Salvia divinorum and something called System are stronger, but that's another story.) I only took what most sources suggest is a low or at least moderate dose since I have little experience of hallucinogens. Typically, DMT makes you see colourful and vivid visuals and puts you in a dreamlike state where you may encounter entities and reach insights about your life and the creation. My experience was nothing like that.
First, I experienced mild hallucinations, e.g. shadows looking convincingly human or humanlike. When I closed my eyes, I could see vivid and swirling patterns, although faint and not very colourful. This was followed by very strong spatial hallucinations, e.g. floors moving like waves and rapid shifts between teleopsia and pelopsia. It was a bit anxiety-inducing, but manageable. Unfortunately, it was the calm before the storm.
What followed next was the possibly most horrifying experience of my life. I felt very strong nausea, which was expected and mentioned in trip reports. I also experienced very frightening hallucinations, satanic in nature, which was unexpected and not mentioned in trip reports. Above all, I felt overwhelming dread and anxiety, which certainly was unexpected and not mentioned in trip reports. Never in my life have I experienced such strong anxiety, not even when I've been at risk of getting seriously injured or killed. Actually, anxiety is too weak a word; anguish or agony are more fitting. It's difficult to find words to describe how incredibly disturbing it was. It was like a strong electrical current passed through my body and my mind was emptied and filled with primeval fear.
I don't know how, but I eventually managed to break free from the hypnotic grip of the hallucinations and tried using meditation techniques to make it end or at least make it bearable, but to little effect. I lost track of time so I don't know how long this horror lasted, but if I would guess it only lasted a few minutes. It sounds like an exaggeration, but I'm fully convinced that had it lasted longer, I would have gone clinically psychotic. I was saved by the mandatory purging, i.e. vomiting. It was fortunately far less exhausting than I thought it would be. I did everything in my power to not start tripping, including keeping my eyes open so I wouldn't see any closed-eye hallucinations. The horror eventually faded away and what followed was bliss. I lay down in my bed and felt fantastic. I was filled with happiness and harmony, and I could see closed-eye hallucinations of beautiful, but faint dreamscapes. I could discern humanoid shapes, but they were distant. There was a long and pleasant afterglow and I slept like a baby that night. This bliss pales next to the horror, though.
Then we come to the weird part. This was a deeply disturbing experience which I probably never will forget, and I may actually have been traumatized by it, although I don't think so. (I've become a little bit afraid of the dark, though.) Nevertheless, I strangely enough feel happy that I went through this. I'm still drawn to DMT and have an urge to use it again, although at threshold doses this time. The reason is that for several days after this failed trip, I didn't have to self-medicate, didn't feel depressed and suicidal, wasn't as easily stressed, was much less prone to anger, and didn't really worry about anything. Although I don't feel as good as that anymore, I do feel better than I did before this experience. I don't really understand why this is, but perhaps it's simply because hallucinogens interact with serotonin and my levels were raised somehow, or because the horror made me feel alive again or made my real-life problems seem petty in comparison.
This is not as far-fetched as it sounds, because there have been recent experiments on treating or even curing depressions with hallucinogens. This is actually a renaissance, because hallucinogens were used in psychiatry until the 1960s when they were banned. Unfortunately, I can't be cured this way as I suffer from bipolar disorder which is incurable, and my mental problems are as much biological and chemical as psychological and existential. Still, it felt fantastic to feel and live as a mentally healthy person for a few days, something which I've been denied for nearly fifteen years.
Again, I don't advocate using hallucinogens. I can't emphasize enough how deeply disturbing this experience was for me. As I stated above, I'm convinced that I would have gone psychotic had it lasted longer. Somehow, this experience had a, what it seems so far, happy outcome for me, but it may as well end in disaster for you. Still, I can't help being fascinated by the fact that a horrifying experience made me mentally fit as a flea for the first time in nearly fifteen years.
I need something – hope, liberation, enlightenment, salvation – to keep my death wish at bay, and I believe hallucinogens might be a path to this. Desperate? Yes. Stupid? Perhaps. The other week I used plant matter which contains DMT, the allegedly strongest existing hallucinogen, and curiously enough perfectly legal to purchase. (Actually, Salvia divinorum and something called System are stronger, but that's another story.) I only took what most sources suggest is a low or at least moderate dose since I have little experience of hallucinogens. Typically, DMT makes you see colourful and vivid visuals and puts you in a dreamlike state where you may encounter entities and reach insights about your life and the creation. My experience was nothing like that.
First, I experienced mild hallucinations, e.g. shadows looking convincingly human or humanlike. When I closed my eyes, I could see vivid and swirling patterns, although faint and not very colourful. This was followed by very strong spatial hallucinations, e.g. floors moving like waves and rapid shifts between teleopsia and pelopsia. It was a bit anxiety-inducing, but manageable. Unfortunately, it was the calm before the storm.
What followed next was the possibly most horrifying experience of my life. I felt very strong nausea, which was expected and mentioned in trip reports. I also experienced very frightening hallucinations, satanic in nature, which was unexpected and not mentioned in trip reports. Above all, I felt overwhelming dread and anxiety, which certainly was unexpected and not mentioned in trip reports. Never in my life have I experienced such strong anxiety, not even when I've been at risk of getting seriously injured or killed. Actually, anxiety is too weak a word; anguish or agony are more fitting. It's difficult to find words to describe how incredibly disturbing it was. It was like a strong electrical current passed through my body and my mind was emptied and filled with primeval fear.
I don't know how, but I eventually managed to break free from the hypnotic grip of the hallucinations and tried using meditation techniques to make it end or at least make it bearable, but to little effect. I lost track of time so I don't know how long this horror lasted, but if I would guess it only lasted a few minutes. It sounds like an exaggeration, but I'm fully convinced that had it lasted longer, I would have gone clinically psychotic. I was saved by the mandatory purging, i.e. vomiting. It was fortunately far less exhausting than I thought it would be. I did everything in my power to not start tripping, including keeping my eyes open so I wouldn't see any closed-eye hallucinations. The horror eventually faded away and what followed was bliss. I lay down in my bed and felt fantastic. I was filled with happiness and harmony, and I could see closed-eye hallucinations of beautiful, but faint dreamscapes. I could discern humanoid shapes, but they were distant. There was a long and pleasant afterglow and I slept like a baby that night. This bliss pales next to the horror, though.
Then we come to the weird part. This was a deeply disturbing experience which I probably never will forget, and I may actually have been traumatized by it, although I don't think so. (I've become a little bit afraid of the dark, though.) Nevertheless, I strangely enough feel happy that I went through this. I'm still drawn to DMT and have an urge to use it again, although at threshold doses this time. The reason is that for several days after this failed trip, I didn't have to self-medicate, didn't feel depressed and suicidal, wasn't as easily stressed, was much less prone to anger, and didn't really worry about anything. Although I don't feel as good as that anymore, I do feel better than I did before this experience. I don't really understand why this is, but perhaps it's simply because hallucinogens interact with serotonin and my levels were raised somehow, or because the horror made me feel alive again or made my real-life problems seem petty in comparison.
This is not as far-fetched as it sounds, because there have been recent experiments on treating or even curing depressions with hallucinogens. This is actually a renaissance, because hallucinogens were used in psychiatry until the 1960s when they were banned. Unfortunately, I can't be cured this way as I suffer from bipolar disorder which is incurable, and my mental problems are as much biological and chemical as psychological and existential. Still, it felt fantastic to feel and live as a mentally healthy person for a few days, something which I've been denied for nearly fifteen years.
Again, I don't advocate using hallucinogens. I can't emphasize enough how deeply disturbing this experience was for me. As I stated above, I'm convinced that I would have gone psychotic had it lasted longer. Somehow, this experience had a, what it seems so far, happy outcome for me, but it may as well end in disaster for you. Still, I can't help being fascinated by the fact that a horrifying experience made me mentally fit as a flea for the first time in nearly fifteen years.