Your opinion: Was this an encounter, or just the drugs working extra well?

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This happened to me once.

I realized that i was just experiencing death.

Then i felt myself being born.

I forgot how to talk temporarily, only a few minutes, but felt like hours.

This was on LSD though not shrooms. All part of the DMT experience though.

I only had a half cut (I never take any more than a half cut, and I always have these ridiculous times). My first trip I had the following sensations:

-Distinct desire to want to give away all of my possessions
-Feeling that "music is now irrelevant" (if music is a form of culture and culture helps you find yourself in this world)
-Feeling that I could have died and still kept existing

Things like that. Are you saying that it is connected to that post I posted about?

I once had this dream where I had died, and I was curled up, sleeping, in a fetal position in space. All I wanted to do was to go to sleep, and all the stars around me represented all the memories of me, still existing on earth. I just wanted all the lights to go out, all the stars to go out, everyone to just move on and let me sleep...it was incredibly peaceful.

Sorry, 3AM posting, but yeah, but death though? Did I interrupt it by leaving lol?

Also did you hear that sound too? How would you describe it?

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sorry lol

I had this experience when i was a young schoolboy. I sniffing 'Tipex Thinners'. Solvent abuse. Anyway, i inhaled it through my mouth using my wool school jumper. I blacked out immediately and could hear a beeping noise that had a rhythm and repeated over and over and i could see a triangle sign, like a 'Yield' traffic sign, it was yellow with a black exclamation mark on it and it was blinking on and off. When i came round, 15 minutes had passed. Never did it again.....

That actually sounds a bit like Dennis McKenna's experience on ayahuasca, which became the basis of Terrence's book "True Hallucinations".

You thought "this is how abduction feels," yet all you heard was noise??!!

If ya can't separate reality from fantasy, ya have no business doin drugs.

You don't understand how real it felt...all of this came on so randomly and I had done shrooms before and nothing like this ever happened

Seriously, get an audio copy of True Hallucinations - I know it's out there in torrent form - McKenna talks extensively about that metallic insecty sound.

do you know what pages? i was reading it on amazon after i posted that

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU SERIOUS?
any story that starts with " i took a bunch of mushrooms" is bullshit and you are an idiot.

I couldn't really say, I did the audio book thing because McKenna is just so awesome to listen to. But he did spend some time trying to replicate the sound, so you probably would do better to listen as well.

Here's someone else who refers to McKenna's "sound"

[link to www.bluelight.ru]

From my link above -

"Eventually it culminated in what McKenna correctly describes as a metallic buzzing sound."

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

Okay so I definitely experienced something that is, at least, an experience that others have gone through:

February 28,1971

I approach these pages with a peculiar sense of urgency as a man might who had confronted an unexplainable phenomenon as some impossible creation of dreams or unaccountable natural principle. The task facing such a man would be a very subtle one; that is, to describe the phenomenon as accurately as possible. My task is compounded by the fact that the phenomenon I must try to describe has itself to do with the very tools of description; i.e., language. This rather peculiar statement will begin to make more sense as we explore the concept more fully.

Before going further, something tells me it is necessary to consider who I am. Twenty-four hours ago I thought I knew—now this has become the most perplexing question I have ever been confronted with. The questions leading from it will provide the answers that will allow us to understand and use the phenomenon which is so difficult to describe. These may be the last characters of
a crude language that I will ever apply to the description of anything; since the phenomenon begins at the edge of language, where the concept-forming faculty gropes but finds no words, I must be careful to avoid not distinguishing between mere language-symbol-metaphor and the reality I am attempting to apply it to.

When I read this prologue later, it seemed to me both grandiose and alarming, but Dennis had an aura of calm certitude that seemed to command respect. I felt that the Logos was struggling with the vocabulary of its newest vessel. He seemed to be making more and more sense, to be on to something. I read on:

Since any phenomenon is, to a point, describable in empirical terms, so too with this one. It has to do with controlling one's body chemistry in such a way as to produce very specific vocal and au-dial phenomena: the state becomes possible when highly bio-dynamic vegetable alkaloids, specifically tryptamines and MAO-inhibitors,* are introduced into the body under very carefully regulated parameters. This phenomenon is apparently possible in the presence of tryptamines alone, though MAO inhibition definitely helps to trigger it by facilitating tryptamine absorption. The phenomenon has now been triggered by two people within our immediate group: Terence has been experimenting with vocal phenomena under the influence of DMT for some years now.

Until last night, when I triggered and experienced this sound wave for a few brief seconds under the influence of nineteen Stropharia mushrooms, Terence was the only person I knew who claimed ability to perform this sound. But last night, after ingesting the mushrooms, we lay waiting in our hammocks; the heavy poisoned feeling that commonly passes briefly over the limbs at the beginning of the Stropharia visions had by this time passed completely. It had given way, in me at least, to a warm suffusion of contentment and good feeling that actually seemed to burn away somewhere inside of me. Such feelings I have had before, both on mushrooms and just after DMT flashes. Then we began to discuss people far away and how we might attempt to contact them fourth-dimensionally; since apparently magical connection at a distance is a concern of shamanism this was not such a strange rap for us. But it was definitely at some point in time near to that conversation that I first heard the sound, immeasurably distant and faint, in the region between the ears, not outside, but definitely, incredibly there, perfectly distinct on the absolute edge of audible perception. A sound almost like a signal or very, very faint transmissions of radio buzzing from somewhere, something like tingling chimes at first, but gradually becoming amplified into a snapping, popping, gurgling, cracking electrical sound. I tried to imitate these noises with my vocal chords, just experimenting with a kind of humming, buzzing vocal sound made deep in the throat. Suddenly, it was as if the sound and my voice locked onto each other and the sound was my voice—but coming out of me in such a way that no human voice could possibly distort itself the way mine was doing. The sound was suddenly much intensified in energy and was like the sound of a giant insect.

How much is a half-cut?

Caps or stems?

Both?

Need to judge the amount before I would write it off as just shrooms....

Psychedelics are awesome. They are the next step after weed.

Approximately 1.75~ grams of mushrooms, and I divided up the mushies with my friend and we each tried to give each other an equal amount of stems and caps.

It's just the shrooms. And a mild experience, at that.

I'm assuming we're talking psilocybe cubensis here...

Sounds like your describing what it sounds like the first time you smoke crack.

You can't meditate on crack. The high lasts only until you blow the smoke out.