I had a type of bad bufo experience I haven’t quite seen on here
hey guys, sorry this is a tad long, but I have to get this across
so I posted about my first ever bufo experience here and it’s been a while since then. I have since had some time to reflect, and I have had a few very low-dose NN-DMT experiences that have allowed for fragments of the previously dissolved memories of the trip to flood back.
I realized that even in my original post, I was coping really bad. I said that it was neither good or bad, but in hindsight it was actually quite an awful, terribly terrifying experience which I got next to nothing out of.
the reality of my experience was that after exhaling the large inhale, I remained in a state of sheer terror, waiting for the experience to be over. I may have not gotten enough in my lungs or something (i’m not sure how that would be physically possible after the state the big rip left me in) but as everything turned into fractals I was telling myself “it’s safe, surrender” and from then on, I just entered a reality of no time and just shapes and meaningless existence , not feeling connected to anything, but not feeling separate from it either. pure limbo, pure terror, with no concept of an alternative to this reality.
also in retrospect, the facilitator and the environment were not optimal. I knew the guy, but not very well, just enough to trust him. but his “guru” demeanor felt very forced.
when I came back all I wanted was a hug and a cigarette and something familiar, I asked him for water, he just ignored the request and said “lay back and think about what it’s trying to tell you.” so coming back from the most terrifying thing i’d ever experienced, feeling like all these identities are nothing more than a joke, I had to take part in this fucking hippie song and dance with him making random ass sounds and making me draw tarot cards. I was counting the seconds til I could get out of the “sanctuary”.
the reason i’m putting this here is i’m just so disappointed. I really came before bufo/5meo with respect, truly wanting to let it take me for the ride and teach me. I have always wanted to try NN, and just the low doses i’ve experienced bring me back to the state of panic I experienced as soon as I exhaled the bufo, as if my consciousness had just been in limbo in between spaces in meaningless shape land.
I had to write this out because in my original post, I realized I was trying to cope with the fact that I was chewed up and spit out by bufo when I was really trying to improve myself and my life. now, because of this experience, despite my deep deep deep curiosity to meet NN entities and see higher dimensional landscapes, i’m terrified to hit the pen for more than 5 seconds
what did I do wrong?