By J Anon, USA: “30mgs: it was supposed to be a recap of the last time. Euphoria, vibrant colors stretched in multiple x,y,z plains, all intersecting each other in one place and others at the same time. Colorful translucent chromatic living shapes that do not have names… open eyes show life in the room to be similar but so different, from a nearly fish-eyed perspective of beautiful blissful colors. That's what I was after - but that's not what I got…”
Read MoreOmar, 33, Manchester UK: “There are no linguistic descriptors, no comparative scenes in waking life. But there was a point that I got to where I felt I had been consumed by the landscape and become a cog in its machinery. At that point I knew I had died in my own mind. It was ego death in its purest sense. There was no me, or you, or this or that; I became everything, and everything exists, always. At that point I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I’ve never experienced in my life.”
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