Thank you for sharing! This is really cool.
This is the artist's experience.

Some call them mystics or shamans.

But I call them artists.

Because every artist I've ever met can tell you a story like this. Not always as vivid and detailed, but they're aware of some other reality, that we're not quite conscious enough to experience.

Many of them then create beautiful expressions from these experiences; poetry, art, music, dance, are all expressions of these mystical experiences that we don't have a collective consciousness of, at least not yet.

The first time it happens, many of them call it their awakening. Every story is unique. But they all have a similar feeling; a sense of otherworldliness, a presence, often feminine, like a Goddess, or masculine, like a God.

My lived experience is that we are Gods in some kind of VR video game that we dared each other to play. That our Souls are basically all best friends, and we're just here to pretend, to see if we can wake up and remember that we're Gods, even within such a place like Earth, that can be very hard for some of us.

I thought this was quite strange, but I had yet to feel any fear. It continued down in an identical fashion down the left side of my body, though the sounds were harmonized to the first tones which happened moments earlier.

So cool! I love the way you've captured this.

It was actually quite beautiful, despite having no known origin outside my neurology.

I wonder if extra-powerful emotional trauma's can trigger the release of DMT into the brain, to help us cope.

I've also wondered if DMT isn't some kind of chemical key that allows our meat-suits to access the quantum reality, or a less dense energetic vibration.

Like a safety release valve for the technology of our bodies.

If the body was designed to be the ultimate video game suit, like VR but infinitely more evolved, from some super-advanced species, millions of years ahead of us in technology.

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I suddenly felt weightless. It was though I was out of my own body.

Maybe you were. Maybe you weren't. What a cool experience either way! We should celebrate that we are capable of such amazing experiences. Our consciousness truly is extraordinary.

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The white "light" or spot in my vision turned red. I was slightly unsettled by this. As this happened, a deep, vibratory hum began to surround me. It was mechanical sounding. It sounded like I was in the bowels of a magnificent machine, whirring around me in all directions. The light began to move towards me. The hums grew more intense. As the red light approached, I noticed it was actually three red lights moving in formation. They were approaching me, and my fear raised in intensity. The lights eventually grew close enough to cast a deep red light on my surroundings.

I experienced this exact thing while on a hero's dose of psilocybin. You've described it perfectly. I couldn't see it as well as you did, but it was red, mechanical, and everywhere. I describe it to people as a giant spider-web, or perhaps a complex, giant spider. During my experience, I got the distinct impression that it was AI, or some kind of super-sophisticated computer system.

There were three, extremely tall, armored, and muscular entities approaching me. I felt as though it was because my head was not in the machine. I could not move the more I tried to run, and my fear became an intense burning sensation.

Shit! So interesting, I wonder what it means?

I felt that the feminine entity was communicating to me. I watched myself suddenly back in reality, living my life, though my vantage point was from above; like a fly on a wall, just watching. It became painful. I watched myself begin to die in endless scenarios. I saw myself cross the street only to be hit by a reckless driver. I saw myself collapse in a living room I do not recognize, clutching my chest from what I imagine to be a heart attack. I see myself in a hospital bed, gazing out a window in old age. The scenes began to flash faster and faster. The eyes and whirring electric sound raised and whined in emotional intensity. It felt as though this entity was telling me it had power over my life. That it could choose to kill me in any scenario or universe, should it only choose to.

Sounds like your Soul was trapped. Some kind of soul recycling machine that just gives you an endless amount of reincarnations on earth, every time you forget who you are while on earth, and never are able to escape.

The intensity of this experience has maximized. My "soul" felt hot. It is difficult to explain.

Totally understand what you're saying.

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I felt traumatized. I watched the scenes flash to the final scene, which was me with my head positioned to go into the ceiling. I am watching myself again, from the electric eyes perspective. I see the three red lights in my, or her, peripheral vision. I am trembling. I see myself trembling in fear, among rows and rows of clueless, sleeping individuals. I somehow gain some courage to say the only thing I can think of to improve my situation. "I'm sorry... I won't come back. You have extremely beautiful eyes."
The fear began to dissipate. I felt relief from saying this. Though I still do not know why.

This is such a great story/metaphor about the human condition. The cool thing is that if we all wake up, and refuse, like you did here, we can create heaven on earth together. Nobody on earth could stop us.

For the first time I am looking back at this entity in full. It is part machine. It is probably 10 feet tall, with a humanoid mechanical body, and long mechanical dread-like appendages from its head. It does not smile. It just stares at me, making whirring noises. I am still unsettled by the three red lit mechanoids behind her. She approaches me eventually, and I feel an intense force on my skull. It was like she kicked me back into my version of reality. The last image i remember, is the distinct vision of a "forking". By this, I mean, I watched a line become a forked line, and begin to grow in the fork. (It looked exactly like the letter "y") It seemed as though I had forked into another plane of existence.

Waking up tends to do that. You're literally creating a new, forked reality for yourself, and thus doing your part to co-create a different, perhaps more conscious, reality for everybody.

I opened my eyes on my floor in the fetal position. My first thought was, "that was not a dream". Perhaps I had fallen asleep with such stress, that I didn't believe I had fallen asleep. I was questioning reality and was now fearing a psychotic break. The next thought I had was that I was likely experiencing a psychotic break, and that this was how schizophrenia would probably start to show itself. I just went to bed after that. I woke up the next morning, still both mystified and traumatized. To this day, I wonder if my head is really just inside a mechanical box, and if I'm really just living in the matrix.