When one is on psychedelics or about to partake in them... ... the part that is really scary is losing your identity...
I want to question... what is so precious about my individuality/identity ? Is it something so precious that I want to hang on to it? Maybe the very loss of my identity is what joins me in Ecstatic Union with my surroundings? When you lose yourself in an activity... isn't that when you're really enjoying it? Every time I'm about to do psychedelics I get super scared... even just smoking pot( pot it's very psychedelic for me) but when I realized that all I'm really afraid of is losing my identity... I instantly feel comfort in the chaos of joining the moment. COMFORTABLE /SIMPLE /HUMBLE and yet also POWERFUL.
TAKE A BACK SEAT IDENTITY...IT'S TIME TO LEARN FROM NATURE'S THERAPISTS.