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Originally posted by sprocket
I occasionaly use some psychedelics for spiritual reasons. Recreationaly too ( they can be damn fun). What I get from them is an ability to evaluate myself and life outside the context of myself. LSD, especially, dissolves my ego and lets me look back at the events of my life objectively without bias, as if all those events happened to some other person. It always allows me to be brutally honest with myself, more so than I can be in a sober mind. In a way, it can be a self administered psycho therapy.
Other psychedelics have different effects on me. LSD seems to be the one where I get the most spiritual insight.
5-meo-DMT is something Ive tried recently. If there is any chemical that produces a spiritual (Kundalini) experience, this is it. It felt as if my body became pure energy and was one with all that exists (as corny as that sounds, its how it felt). It was great; I'm glad I did it, but I'm not sure if I gained anything from it except an interesting experience. I will definately be trying it again. Next time I'll have an idea of what to expect so hopefully I'll be able to get more out of it.
Whether I use a sitter or not depends on the drug I'm doing. All of the longer lasting psychedilics are usually taken with friends, though I have tripped by myself on more than one occasion. Shorter duration psychs like NN-DMT, and 5-mao-DMT I actually prefer to do by myself. Salvia on the other hand definately requires a sitter (people like to get up and do things on this drug and they wont remember doing any of it when they come back to reality, usually).
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The first time I tripped on a-MT was beauty, and I at least vaguely experienced what might be termed "spirituality." However, I'm also skeptical about wrapping language around such a personalized concept, one of those things that can't be aptly characterized with words (or maybe I'm just a lazy hack lol). I wouldn't try, at least at this point in my life, because I'm not sure I can even subconsciously process such a concept, or would even be able to recognize an instance of it were I fortunate enough to have such an experience. But I guess the fun is in trying.
I, too, thought I dissolved my ego, which I later concluded was hilarious; thinking I could avert my ego was actually the product of my amplified ego running wild like Hulkamania, brother.
I'll say without a doubt that I felt more enlightened, alive, and wholesome while tripping on a-MT than I ever did in any sort of religious ceremony.
Smoking 5-meo-DMT was a mind-blowing experience, but in a bad way. Ten seconds after inhaling, I felt as if I'd reached a sort of ambiguous pinnacle of highdom, at least compared to what I was used to with pot, but I just kept ascending, and progressively faster, and after a minute began telling my sitter, "I'm just tryin' to come down." My sitter, on the other hand, was transformed to that storied world where, as he said, he was, "More than okay," equipped with the requisite eyes like black holes in the sky.
About a year-and-a-half ago, and just a few months after tripping on anything for the first time, I ingested 5-meo-DMT and Syrian rue (ayahuasca) and had a life-changing bad trip about which I've only recently begun writing. There is nothing spiritual about running naked in 40-degree weather around a deserted campground, thinking you're the American Werewolf In London while also thinking your nephew is dead and your close friend will soon die, that is if he can stop himself from screaming like he's being exorcized for long enough to actually run into the river and drown himself. Had I a gun, I would've shot myself in the head.
Perhaps fortunately, my other three friends blacked out and remember little from that night. It no longer haunts me like it used to, but I'll never be the same so I would never recommend tripping on grounds of achieving a new level of spirituality on account of what I think is a lopsided risk/reward ratio.