Not really sure that “spirituality” really exists for me, as I’ve come to define the term in my adulthood. I used to think that this is what psychedelics gave me, but I don’t think that’s accurate.
Psychedelics, particularly mescaline, can fill me with a since of awe and joy. Everything is beautiful, everything seems connected and at once independent. The perpetual hum of life and nature and mechanics that is the universe, it’s amazing and horrifying. Those feelings can be overwhelming (and sometimes delusional) but I’d hesitate to call it spiritual.
Not really sure that “spirituality” really exists for me, as I’ve come to define the term in my adulthood. I used to think that this is what psychedelics gave me, but I don’t think that’s accurate.
Psychedelics, particularly mescaline, can fill me with a since of awe and joy. Everything is beautiful, everything seems connected and at once independent. The perpetual hum of life and nature and mechanics that is the universe, it’s amazing and horrifying. Those feelings can be overwhelming (and sometimes delusional) but I’d hesitate to call it spiritual.