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https://etherdiver.bandcamp.com/album/the-mechanics-of-mysticism

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There's a point when you go out so far that you lose touch of your identity. I mean it's there, but it's such a small thing in comparison to everything else. It wasn’t quite ego death, not at first, but it was the absence of the tether that keeps everything and everyone grounded in the here and now.

When I reached this point, I felt the presence of something, some things so much more than anything I can describe.

By that point, it was like I had lifted above and beyond the normal fabric of things, like I could peal back the material that makes all and examine things on a piece by piece basis.

And man, did I feel so much love, so much beauty. It made me appreciate life and everything in it in a way I haven't felt for years, if ever.

At one point I was struck by the enormity of it all. It was so large, so unbelievably dense. All I could do was surrender and let it take me where it wanted.

I gave up my identity altogether then, my ego just evaporated, and that’s when the journey really began.

I’m emotional thinking about it. I was emotional then. At one point I was sobbing because of the experience of knowing everything I ever wanted to know but also being afraid of it.

How do you process infinity?

Because that’s what I was staring into and it stared back. It stared and it gave me something I needed. I can’t describe it, there’s just some things words can’t touch, but it gave me something I sorely needed and reminded me that I am loved, that I have a place, that all things are loved and have a place. Everything is as it should be.

Conflict is part of the chaos, chaos that we are all bound to. Chaos that is also as ordered and as structured as anything could be.

I don’t know. I feel like I’m trying to describe colors and sounds in a language that only a few could get.

I was definitely not alone out there though. The entire trip, someone, something was there with me, guiding me, leading me to where I needed to go. They felt like a guardian, a caretaker, a loved one, a stranger, a friend, a protecter, a million other things.

They made me come face to face with some of the darkest and ugliest parts of myself, my past, my experiences, made me accept the vulnerability of confronting those things and reexperiencing the parts that I needed to learn from.

One moment I was a kid again, faced with the terror of all the things I couldn’t control, the hurts and pains I’ve wanted so much to run from my entire life. I was there and I was reliving those things, but from a different perspective, looking at things in a different light.

I relived childhood traumas and joys, mistakes I made as a teenager and adult, reexperienced my worst drug highs and best and proudest moments. Was broken into a billion fragments of myself, then made to examine every aspect, every angle as those aspects and shards until I was more familiar with who and what I am more than I ever could have possibly imagined.

It was like this being that was watching out for me was pointing out things I hadn’t thought of before, hadn’t considered or wanted to believe. And as much as it hurt, it was also precisely what I needed.

The next moment I was falling through nothing and everything all at once. I experienced towering highs and unbelievable lows. I felt like I was having a cup of tea with myself, talking about the things we should be doing better, the things we’re doing right, and the things we should be doing. I felt myself leave my body and at the same time become more aware of it than I’ve ever been.

Every scar, every hurt, every sore spot, every spot that may give me troubles in the future, and through all that I had this feeling, this sence that I was out of harmony with my body. I felt like I was being gently reminded that this body is very breakable, very impermanent and it wants and needs me to take care of it, to watch out for it.

After a few hours in real time, months or years in metaphysical time, I was brought back to where I started. I was so sad, so scared to come back to myself.

There was so much love out there, love that I’ve always wanted and craved and just thinking about it now has me choaked up and weeping softly as I type. I wasn’t ready for it to end, I just needed more time, more of that life and light and all these things I had come to learn on my journey. But most deeply, I didn’t want to lose that presence, that entity whatever it, they were. I didn’t want to forget anything, to lose sight of anything I had gained while out there.

But I felt at peace. The sadness was there, still is there, but I understood in the way that only thoughts can be understood. Whatever that was, it’s always with me. It’s always there, my instincts, the part of my awareness that’s stopped me from doing the unthinkable before, that has kept me here on this earth when I never wanted to be here.

I felt like they were saying goodbye for now. It wasn’t a final goodbye, just a, “until we meet again,” goodbye. The kind of goodbye that has you looking forward to your next visit, even if that visit isn’t for a long time yet.

Suddenly, I was back in myself, in the moment, in the present. It was jarring. One minute I was experiencing everything there ever could be for me to experience, all at once, the next I was disconnected from that higher place of being and back down here, on this layer, on this level.

And I cried. I sat on the floor and I cried, for the sadness, for the happiness, for the joy of being alive, for all the things I’ve lost, for the things I’ve gained, the experiences I’ve had and will have, the life still yet to be lived, the potentials that haven’t unfolded yet, for all the lost moments I never appreciated.

For life.

I cried and it was such a purifying cry, such a release, a cathartic explosion of emotion. And when I stopped crying, the peace was there, the peace that I feel even 12 hours later as I write this.

The rest of the trip played out as a very intense weed high of sorts, of course by this point I started vaping to help smoothe out some of the rougher edges, but there was almost this mental cool down thing going on.

Now, I’m still processing all the things I experienced. I’ll be doing this for a while I’m sure. But I’m greatful to have met that, those things, things, those entities.

I won’t forget them again, and I’ll be ready the next time we encounter each other. They gave me something I needed and I won’t forget that or lose it, even if I’m not entirely sure what it was right now.

Bet 5 grams of mushrooms I think I’ve ever had, that’s for damn sure.

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Hello again, #RedditMigration friends!

If you find the following #hashtags interesting, you may find me interesting:

#HarmReduction #BetterChoices
#Sacraments #SacramentalPlants
#Entheogen #Entheogens
#Empathogen #Emapthogens
#Psychedelic #Psychedelics
#Trichocereus #Lophophora
#Cannabis #Marijuana

Here are some of my soapboxes, with "thanks" to overharvesting & climate change:
#PeyoteIsFriendNotFood #PeyoteConservation

There are always lessons to learn and healing to find, yet we always think there is going to be enough time. Dive, and do so deeply, with purpose.

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