For a long time I have felt like I don’t fear death. I think I know that I am a lot more comfortable with it then most because I feel like it might not be as new to me. I’ve had my life flash before my eyes plenty of times in the face of death but that is not what I attribute to my comfort level with the idea of death. Instead while driving today and reflecting upon numerous things my experiences with hallucinogens came to mind. Almost every time I have ever ever tripped the beginning was in essence a rebirth and throughout the trip I matured until the end I felt as if life or the trip was over and I was dying. The similarities in this experience seem very metaphoric to death or better yet life. I guess because I really don’t know anything about death this is more relevant to being about life but it was the act of metaphorically dying that gave me the insight on life. I just wanted to share my thoughts on this and see what others have to say.
Honestly you need to get on with your experimentation I feel like if I were to have lived my life and died without trying them I would have missed a seriously important experience. Its just mind boggling to me that the brain can be manipulated by drugs in ways that you could never imagine.
Currently I’m in a philosophy class and that last couple of days have been about empiricism mostly Locke and Berkely and these guys thought that all of your ideas/imaginations were developed from your senses and perceptions of the external world/reality. Anyways this got me thinking about how psychedelics are such a unique experience that I can’t see how the external world could have the influence necessary to grant me the experiences that I have had.