Quote: Eventually reality broke down and I was dipping into moments of just visual input and I had lost myself completely. I didn't exist for brief moments. It was just blank...with visual hallucinations...patterns etc. But I didn't feel like I had connected to some great consciousness or feel like I had become everything in the universe or anything.
And I always seem to experience infinity. Like I'm part of something that is endless. Infinity seems to be a massive part of the high dose mushroom trip for me.
Thanks for the kind words MrCraggles 
What you describe there does sound pretty much like ego death to me. You've got the heavy ego dissolution, for sure, and what you describe as 'infinity' I imagine is the the same thing people describe as 'oneness' or 'universal consciousness'. Maybe it doesn't give you the same feeling of deep significance, but it's obviously something meaningful to you.

When people say "I experienced ego death" I assume what they usually mean is that they experienced heavy ego dissolution at the peak of the trip and had some kind of experience of "oneness" or "infinity" or whatever, and it felt very meaningful or spiritual to them and they use the term 'ego death' as a quick way of trying to convey an experience which is difficult to describe.
Also people use it to refer to ego dissolution in general, or they are talking about the ultimate goal of a spiritual journey when your ego permanently 'dies' and you become some kind of buddha and head off into the mountains of Tibet, or they are talking in the buddhist sense of the ultimate state of mind aimed for during meditation. With the buddhist origins of this idea, to some extent the concept of ego death is a kind of perfect ideal; if you are hunting for a perfect state of nirvana in the middle of a trip you are unlikely to reach it; I think you have to be satisfied with a meaningful glimpse.
I suppose Bill had a point earlier when he complains that ego death is too broad a term. By the time you've got to page 7 of a thread about it, it would be simpler for people just to try and explain their own trips in their own words rather than everyone having to second-guess what other people mean when they talk about ego death.

In your own trips I think a difference to some of my experiences is that you are able to 'surrender' to the experience without too much difficulty, so it has less of the kind of harsh vibe that makes you feel as though you are under assault by God, aliens and so on. There's no reason why your trips should be the same as mine; when discussing this kind of thing, at best you are likely to go away thinking "well my trips aren't exactly like what that person is talking about, but I think I know what they mean and I've experienced something along the same lines."
Quote: On the high mushroom doses I take I never, ever have feelings like I'm in a matrix, or that aliens are involved, or any of the other stuff you mentioned. Even when I'm tripping heavily I'm still very much aware of reality and I actually feel great clarity.... I know with certainty that most people wouldn't be able to handle the depth of tripping that I'm experiencing...so I'm tripping very strongly still.
I was just trying to get a better sense of what was actually happening in your trips, which you expanded on in the bit I quoted earlier. Forgetting the topic of ego death for a minute, it doesn't often get mentioned but what I usually find with high dose trips is that there is a delusional mood that creeps up on me. Visually, the presence of glyphs or indistinct letters appearing the walls is usually a sign that the trip is strengthening, and white walls often shift towards a yellowy-green colour.
The hallmark of these delusions is the 'sudden revelation' that creeps up on you. Some crazy theory about reality materializes out of nowhere, or you have a gradually building sense of religious awe even though you started the trip as an athiest, or you find yourself thinking "of course.. all this time... it was the aliens!" It's a form of clarity.. the clarity of someone who is going slightly insane.

This can be quite amusing because to some extent you are aware that you are delusional, and it just makes the whole trip feel more magical and exciting. Now imagine the trip is still building in intensity, and you are reaching the point where the trip is so overwhelming that you get a feeling of absolute doom. This can take the form of whatever delusions were building earlier - you are going to die and face the wrath of God, or there is some kind of monstrous alien power about to break through. I have a trip journal somewhere that describe this moment as facing "a writhing inferno of fluorescent death" within my CEV.
Once you've given up and jumped, or been pushed, into this maelstrom and 'lose yourself' for a short period, you can imagine the surprise if the trip suddenly shifts into some totally unexpected state of serene infinity / transcendence / oneness or whatever else we are calling it. When you wake up again you are extremely fucking high, and perhaps this escalating mania is what rubs off on the sense of infinity and makes it seem so profoundly meaningful.
And now you are still delusional, you can't stop thinking, your thoughts expand in concentric rings of madness but it feels like you are unlocking the secrets of the universe and becoming God, or you've seen beyond death, or you are submitting to the alien apocalypse. Depending on what day it is. It's a very cheerful high, a kind of ferocious, exhausting euphoria where everything is totally amazing and you can't stop thinking for long enough to realize how insane you are until later in the trip when you calm down and start to think "Maybe I'm not God. Maybe all this is because of the MASSIVE FUCKING DOSE OF HALLUCINOGENIC DRUGS I took earlier". And now you have a backwards 'sudden realization' of just how insane you have been for the last couple of hours.

That's what I mean when I talk about that stuff - for me, heavy doses seem to involve a fair amount of insanity. I prefer to trip regularly at a level slightly below this, where the trip is decently strong but I don't have to "die" and I can stay lucid, with enough delusions creeping in to make the trip interesting without getting completely lost in the madness. Something that feels fun and creative where I can write stories in my trip journal.
Also I would point out that none of the really crazy stuff is a particularly visual phenomenon for me with shrooms, I don't mean to make it sound like a DMT trip - I can see perfecting well that I'm still sat in bed, it's more of a visionary trance where I'm zoned out and deeply absorbed in the interior world of the trip, interpreting the abstract CEV in a way that fits in with the theme of the trip.
Quote: Do you think it's the frequency of my tripping that prevents me from experiencing ego death, or all of the crazy stuff you mention
Possibly the frequency of the trips dulls the 'magic' and makes the headspace into something much more routine and familiar, but I don't think actual physical tolerance after a couple of weeks would be too much of a factor. Psychologically, I suspect if you took a break and came back, the doses you are taking would seem a lot heavier than they do now when you take them on a regular basis, just because you are retaining that familiarity with the headspace.

Quote: I'm interested in your idea of splitting the dose in two and waiting an hour before taking the second half. It could certainly help my stomach. My only issue there is that I'd spend less time in the intense headspace
I find it helps to extend and deepen the trips (plus I usually eat sclerotia and there is a limit to how much I can stand eating in one go). I found that a single dose had a nasty habit of coming on strong in a way that was hard to handle, and then dropping off in intensity just as things were getting interesting. It might be worth an experiment just to see what happens; I like it as a 'staged-ascent' method of taking a heavy dose (even if very few other people seem to recommend it). For example if a 10g trip sounds like too much in one go, splitting it into two doses of 5g should still be pretty epic (!)
Quote: Anyway I'm not actively chasing ego death anymore but it does interest me. If it happens it happens. I get so much out of these high doses that I'm really very happy with them anyway.
I agree with this; it's interesting to listen to what other people say and compare notes, but ultimately it's better to trip for your own reasons in your own way and just see what happens. When I started taking heavy doses I didn't have a clue what to expect, which is part of the fun - you discover everything for yourself.
After a heavy trip I don't try and analyze it in terms of ego death, I don't see the point, and trips are usually messy in a way that doesn't conform rigidly to a particular definition, even if it's a definition you came up with yourself! Sometimes i think "well it sort of was ego death and it sort of wasn't", and rather than waste time pontificating about something I can't completely remember, I'm more interested in how the trip felt as a whole.
To finish I might as well copy in this post from an old thread - this was my attempt to describe one of my heavy trips, without making any specific reference to ego death:
Quote: I'll try to describe the trajectory of a strong trip the way I often experience them:
Let's say the trip has reached the cosy stage where there is a kind of alphabet soup within the walls and the room has taken on a subtle shape-shifting glow. Instead of leveling out, there is a pressure building-up within the trip, the feeling that this is going to be a big one. A bad one. Waves of nausea and hallucination and dread.

Elaborate scenarios and apocalyptic visions play out within your mind as you lose control of your thoughts. The open-eye visuals feel like staring out into raw madness, the closed-eye visuals form a horrifying kaleidoscopic abyss into which you are being drawn. You no longer care about the visuals. You are not seeing the visuals, they are invading your consciousness and taking over. Your existence seems to be coming to an end. You are going to die. This is a total fucking nightmare, but maybe you enjoy it in a twisted kind of way?
The paranoid delusions are escalating. If it's not the aliens again it's the wrath of God. There is a feeling of overwhelming power, that the trip represents a manifestation of something unimaginably ancient and potent. The feeling of dread grows, or perhaps a grim knowledge descends that the way to get through the trip is to surrender. To die. You forgot the trip could be like this.
Vicious thought loops ensnare you as your ability to snap back to reality fades. In a web of elaborate delusions, the entire universe is being dragged down into an apocalypse at the center of your mind. You can barely stand the intensity. You panic, or perhaps you fade out knowing that there is no point fighting the intensity.
Supressing an unpleasant sensation of vertigo, you drop into the fractal whirlpools of light that are cascading across your inner vision. It's a feeling as though you can't stay awake, but it is not sleep you are entering, it's the writhing cauldron of your CEV which are pounding away at your sense of reality, at your sense of self.
You drown within the trip - the trip is there but you are not. The conscious mind sleeps. The unconscious mind overflows into its own warped forms of consciousness. The trip becomes everything. The trip is everything. There is a sense of raw infinity, of filling the skies, of spanning galaxies, of aeons of time compressed into a singularity. The trip surges through the void in the emptiness of your mind and draws itself onward.

You gradually come back to a waking state, filled with this wonderful sense of release, of power, of having the universe inside your mind. The mania escalates. You are completely insane. Thoughts and visions drum through your consciousness like torrential rain.
You don't get the sense that you are continuing a trip. You get the sense that you have spent your entire life asleep and have just woken up to reality. That you are returning from the dead. That beyond death lies a return to a true reality where everything exists within the mind. Your life has been some kind of elaborate game. You have been here before. You have been everyone before. You have died many times. You are God.
Or perhaps you come back with visions of silent spacecraft filled with the dead, gliding through infinite darkness in a dead universe. Visions of being returned to consciousness billions of years in the future by a mysterious alien civilization. Of a universe that recycles itself endlessly. Of dimensions opening up inside your mind.
You lose yourself in reveries and return to your senses at intervals.
You are God. You have the power to create worlds, but there is no need. Everything is as it should be. As the trip calms down, it occurs to you that you are still really, really fucking high. You grin to yourself. The delusions unwind and you let them go. You laugh. You dance. You have done this before and you do not take it too seriously.
-------------------- I wrote that, but I meant something else
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