Originally Posted by noah.vos
Although it can last for far too long and is something that may well never be recovered from. I'm going to say, a phenomenon that western Drs. would call "Stimulant
induced psychosis" but I refer to as premature Kundalini arousal is far and away the most powerful exp. one can have next to NDE's.
If you don't believe in a Great Spirit or an Ultimate Reality, you will be brought to Her threshold(and your knees) during an amphetamine
psychosis/Kundalini arousal. A close friend of mine instigated this reaction in himself by smoking recklessly large doses of crystal coupled with sleep/food deprivation and CONSTANT sexual stimulation. His chakras were abruptly opened, the exp was all things at once and his body, mind, emotions have never been the same. And to be certain, the exp was by turns beyond euphoria
and beyond fear, the single most powerful exp ever. And this individual has eaten 1/4 ounce of mushrooms and eaten an extreme amount of acid, smoking very potent ganja right as he peaked on both of these trips. The key to making it through w/o developing schizophrenia is to catch the the delusions before the Snake tricks you and to flow with the exp and not fight it. My friend stated that the euphoria when embraced by the Great Spirit was unlike anything he had ever exp. and this exp cause him to radically alter his lifestyle, he was truly "born again." He heard voices for months after he ceased using crystal and says he spoke directly to God.
I know this is an old post I am responding to, but I just had to - the above sounds like my recent experience:
As a middle aged-ish some-time regular potsmoker but during a break (I just decided to clear my head), so after not taking any drugs
for several months, and a greatly reduced caffeine
intake I was feeling fairly well - had lost that burned out/slowed down feeling of the too regular pot
smoker and was comfortable - it hadn't been any trouble to change my mode...
Well about 2 months down the line and a few weeks after a confusing family row when I kept my calm but walked away to blow my top in private, well just about a week after this had all seemingly blown over, I started getting nervous, but in sensation only - I felt mentally and emotionally quite normal but the electrical/nervous energy in my body was driving me nuts.
This intensified with cognition changes and a sense I was running for my life/safety with my persuer right on my every thought and movement. Shortly after that my whole world just exploded in a kaleidoscopic, crystaline cluster-f'k - was like a too heavy mushroom trip in my visual field.
I was all fear/electricity and one huge eye on the world. I knew nothing, but was being taken fully to task and shown too much. Far Too Much.
I was a part of the information flow of my rapidly changing and expanding perceptions. I could see round corners physically and metaphorically, and although I was walking forwards through time physicaly, it was as if my experience, my consciousness was living backwards through time. I knew what was going to be said by those in the room/the people on TV and it was all part of all and part of me.
None of this was the euphoric experience of a shamanic awakenening or such I've read accounts of. All this revelation was accompanied by a terrifcally raw and base electric vibe and emotionally I was beyond brought to my knees. I could not escape the feeling of utter worthlessness I had. I'd done so much harm, hurt so many, and I owed so much - more than my life was worth x a million - nothing I did cold lift me thopugh I refused to believe it - I tried to raise my head up but ever time was struck down.
I was presented with many of the faces, the aspects of 'She' - Naure, the mother, the sister, the daughter. The Lover, the Bitch, the Whore and the Crone - I will never forget the evening sky full of her crows feet, each one a testament to her long suffering at the hands of the callousness of men. I didn't know what it all meant but I recognised her every time. When she'd done with me she threw my remains to 'He', and he skewered me and rode me around the globe on a whim.
I was dead. I was burried. Every day they took my mind's eye to my grave stone. Freinds and family called at my house to grieve. And been taken to the hole and back so many times...
From the onset I'd cried, deep pain-wracked sobs for the first 3 days almost solid, and it probably took me a couple of months or more to stop crying every day at all. I hardly slept for 4 months and hour, two or 3 a day at most. I didn't 'come down' for over a year, despite abandoning all caffeine and other drugs but tobacco
I had to fight to regain some material perspective in the end, had to force myself to 'forget' so much 'truth' just to be able to cope with everyday life.
I wish I'd had the temperament to hold on, dismiss the 'snake' and associated delusion and ride it to a better way of life.
I'd long knew/understood and discussed the true one-ness and connectedness of everything. I knew that all boundary is illusion. I tried to live this way as best I could, but once I got to see it all and had no choice but to live experiencing the world this way, well let's say I need my f'n FILTERS to survive.
Ayways, my lessons are still unfolding, and I'm in a real good place these days.