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on an acid trip as i came close to peaking, i fell into this mental spiral, loop where words, nouns, verbs, evaporated, i could no longer think in terms of language and ended up laying down, and became basically just a sensor.. all my senses and thought processes fused into a single band of information which took the form of these crazy organic visuals, outside of which there was nothing else.
OMG! I'm here with my jaw on the floor. I recently joined this community, and I'm loving it! I decided to check the English-language forum as well (being my 'father' tongue, though I live in France, hence being more active in the French forum), and I got to this topic, I thought it was going to be interesting, especially right now that I'm reading Island by Aldous Huxley... and well... did I mention my jaw's on the floor?
I read this quote and I became wordless, sort of... This same experience happened to me on a shroom trip. I can't believe this. I'm almost too shocked to express it properly.
Shoot! My roommie just got here, I gotta go. I'll tell you more later...
In shock,
Zdarian.
EDIT
Ok, I don't want to cyberlitter so I'm adding stuff to my post instead of making a new one.
Ego death to me happened in January, 2008. In Amsterdam, in my favourite smartshop Conscious Dreams Kokopelli. I had taken 3/4 of a McKennaii shroom package. My Colombian friend took the other quarter. We hadn't eaten anything before, as recommended (it was my 3rd trip on shrooms).
I will not detail my trip, since this isn't really the trip experience or shrooms forum. I'll get straight to ego-death.
I had too many thoughts on my mind, I was feeling that there were too many stimuli for me to handle. I was sitting there with open eyes, on a comfy couch, looking stoned most likely, yet I was looking at myself from the outside, and I was looking at everything and everybody else at the same time. The first few minutes I thought it was too much, I thought my thoughts were after me and there were too many of them.
Then I got to the point were I realised I was just feeling, being no more than pure energy. I realised how imperfect and shallow things were, going from our bodies to languages (and that's a tough thing for me to grasp being a linguist). I wasn't seeing anything anymore, in our conventional and limited ways, I was feeling the energy that's everywhere, that we emit and that touches me, my friend, the Australian coulple in front of me, the canal to my right, end everything else. Yet I had my eyes open, and most likely they were staring at something. But it didn't matter. Energy was way more meaningful and real, I found Tao. I felt like I was finally experiencing what our future will be like (and maybe what our distant past was), but it wasn't a Japanese video game. I was there, I was part of it for a little bit. I was just pure energy, and everything else. And I've always known that everything is energy and that energy doesn't die, but I had never seen it, or actually see it. This time I was the main character, only to realise after a few seconds that there are no characters, just energy, each and everyone with a peculiar colour and way of shining, but energy nevertheless.
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I feel something positively weird by writing this words... it's the first time I've told this trip, or I should say, this part of the trip, to anybody. I think I haven't yet grasped the whole thing, for I'm still chained to my limited body and language and cage. But I'm definitely more aware of things... I guess I'm growing, like everyone should after an ego-death.
Peace & Love,
Zdarian.