The most beautiful and spiritual thing I have ever experienced was during this one mushroom trip. When the trip climaxed I tilted my head back and I felt all perception and sensation, feeling, sight and sound everything being washed away, as if everything I have ever known and experienced and perceived was just an illusion.
I entered this space of eternal white stillness. When you think of death you think of black nothingness. This felt like the opposite, it was pure endless white light. I was no longer myself. My identity and individuality was gone, I was dead. Everything was white, everything was still, everything was eternal. There was no judgement there was no pain there was no noise there was no weight. There were no boundaries to anything. I was endless and I was nothing at the same time.
It was so profoundly beautiful that I could cry thinking about it. I remember my conceptualizing of the experience at the time was "so this is what death is, all the pain and darkness and sorrow didn't mean anything, it's all over now, there is only peace"
I entered this space of eternal white stillness. When you think of death you think of black nothingness. This felt like the opposite, it was pure endless white light. I was no longer myself. My identity and individuality was gone, I was dead. Everything was white, everything was still, everything was eternal. There was no judgement there was no pain there was no noise there was no weight. There were no boundaries to anything. I was endless and I was nothing at the same time.
It was so profoundly beautiful that I could cry thinking about it. I remember my conceptualizing of the experience at the time was "so this is what death is, all the pain and darkness and sorrow didn't mean anything, it's all over now, there is only peace"
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