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Originally Posted by anon
Basically, for me, ego death was the realization that we are only aspects of the self aware cosmos, conscious blips which collect across galaxies and arch into a growing cosmic consciousness. As Sagan put it, we're made of star stuff, and are a way for the cosmos to know itself. The banal and trivial time I spend with as a form of matter with the ability to contemplate itself and the world around it is insignificant, not only compared to the vastness of space and time but even to the indifferent world of other conscious matter around me.
Basically, I am not as important as I feel. I can not even be sure of what exactly "I" am. But I know for sure that I am matter, and am made of the same matter that makes up our universe. I am connected atomically to the world around me, and biologically to the self aware matter I share my planet with.
I've accepted, if not fully embraced death, as the mere end to my consciousness, at which point I, being whatever matter I am composed of, will form another aspect of the cosmos. Perhaps even a part of me will become another self aware blip in the arching intelligence of all there is or ever was. |
Ah I getcha now. I've had those thoughts without psychedelics though. My main concern with psychedelics is going to the bad place as me and my friends call it, where the world kind of stops and falls apart and you get the fear. It can be a pretty moving experience if you're flying solo in your room or something, but if you're at an acid party with your friends and you go to the bad place, forget about it, you're fu
cked.
This is more with LSD though, I've never EVER had a bad experience with mushrooms, I just don't see how it's possible. Has anyone here had a shroom trip go south?
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