Psychedelia is a progressive journey. Here's a fictitious, but well fleshed, example of a psychedelic journey of someone who (literally) isn't me.
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At first it is an experience of wonder. Nothing has ever been as sharp, bright, amazing, and at the same time awe inspiring and terrifying. For the first time you can really see how everything is one and how everything is interconnected. For the first time you can see how you are god. For the first time you truly perceive energy not as something just in text books or batteries but something that drives relationships, nature, interactions, the force of life itself... the truth of duality.
After some time these reflections internalise. With all these things known, and what is now known about energy, consciousness itself becomes a variable. You have been blessed with these ineffable teachings and you now know how to channel and control that about you. The body is now merely a vessel for the spiritual path. You aim for higher states of consciousness and break new boundaries. It becomes obvious that you are also surrounded by other spirits and that each is vibrating at different frequencies.
Deeper down this path you go. You tear the fabric of reality before your very eyes. You meet, play with and even court entities. You engage with and are humbled by gods of unfathomable power, you visit other planes of existence, you leave your body and travel into the tangle of sacred geometry. Everything is perfect, you are elevated beyond your wildest fantasies. Then you die, then you are reborn, then you live again.
Then you are just a meat puppet again.
The amazing truths that were so apparent so long ago are now little more than trivial facts. Well it's all kind of obvious and you didn't have to take psychedelics to have any of these realisations. Kung Fu or Tai Chi could have taught you the same things, but instead you took the fast track. Your wisdom is pale now. You didn't earn it through study and hard work. Instead of having a firm grip of the world around you you now have faded semi-psychotic fantasies that you can't quite explain why you even entertained in the first place. Your perceptions differ to all those around you. It is obvious that you are not grounded. Very, very far from having any sort of enlightenment in any way. You missed something very important along the way.
You are now truly alone and the real work has to begin.
Every trip offers nothing but personal insight, and every personal insight is a reminder of your previous failures to differentiate reality from fantasy. Even trips that contain deep fantasy are now only allegory, the shimmer is a mask, and the mask you know to hide a much deeper truth. And that truth is a much more real thing that which makes up you. Your actual thoughts and feelings and processes get called into question. Why am I like I am? How am I like I am? What needs to change? What do I need to do to actually grow up? What is grown up?
The process continues and your trips are harder and more intense than ever, but less often, but each one beats the truth of your mortality and your simplicity into you harder and harder until you don't want it anymore, but you still need it.
So you dose smaller but more regularly and in less stressful ways.
Finally the energy that you thought you understood all those years ago makes sense. Simple food and simple living have finally set you at ease. Your whole life has passed before you and it's only now in the twilight that you can see clearly, but it's far too late to do anything about it but ponder. You think back to the start when people tried to tell you that it is far more simple than you thought, but you didn't believe them. You wonder if you should try and tell people now and realise that you never listened back then when you first started out, you already knew. Knew with an absolute certainty, but had no idea what you did not and could not yet know.
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The nearest we ever come to knowing truth is when we are witness to paradox.
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