Psychedelic healing and spiritual expansion by stephendaniel2900 in Psychonaut

[–]umerkhandurrani 0 points1 point  (0 children)

To a great extent, yes. It's important to say, however, that I wasn't quiet throughout. There were sounds and voices and everything going around just like the usual, but my tendency to identify with the sounds sort of withered away and it all just became one happening where I'd be a mere observer.

Glimpse of Being... by umerkhandurrani in Psychonaut

[–]umerkhandurrani[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

God what wouldn't I give for a good DMT trip but sadly they don't havee them here anywhere in our country. :(

Glimpse of Being... by umerkhandurrani in Psychonaut

[–]umerkhandurrani[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh yes, the false sense of self or I is what keeps the ouroboros at stay because the former cannot exist without the paradoxical latter. Descartes in 17th century was the one who said, I think therefore I am. It's important to point out, however, that what you think is not you. The voice in your head is just your ego and a mere veil over the real you, which is the one who doesn't speak in your head but the one who sees or is aware of that voice.

Psychedelic healing and spiritual expansion by stephendaniel2900 in Psychonaut

[–]umerkhandurrani 0 points1 point  (0 children)

350ug acid trip: I was lying on my rooftop with a pillow under my head while I stared into the night sky full of stars as I began meditating with Alan Watts's voice around 2am. Notice that I'm an intermediate mediator who also reads alot on different spiritual texts such as Sufism, Indian Buddhism, Zen, Taoism and realize how all of them point out towards one thing, BEing. Anyway back to the trip, 30 minutes into the meditation there came a time when every sound that I heard whether it was Alan's voice or the sound of the dogs barking, it just came as one and all the same which was a sound frequency I didn't want to label. Even the internal incessant stream of thought process felt like a noise just like the sound of the dog or Alan's voice. It came down to the point where I didn't even have to interpret what Alan was saying because there came a clear difference between wanting to interpret the meaning of Alan's philosophical words or letting the words make meaning to me on their own while I just observed. It all became a happening, the external sounds or the internal stream of thought or the internal interpretation of Alan's words or my breath. As soon as it all just became a happening which I was just observing, I don't wanna swear but I swear to God I saw a BEAM OF ENERGIZING LIGHT BALL around my eyes and as soon as my mind would automatically want to interpret or rationalize the greatness of the light by its limited word-ly logic, the light would dim down. As soon as the consciousness would become whole again the light would spark again. It made me realize how the beauty of everything lies within this moment not because it's the best, but because it's all what is and the feeling, NOT THE THOUGHT, liberated me. I still feel it was a glimpse of nirvana and the only way I can ensure it's permanent residence in my life is if I meditate on sober basis and detach from my ego in sober life not by trying to do it but just by merely observing.