That happened to me in an Ayahuasca ceremony 8-9 years ago. I drank the medicine and pretty soon I began journeying and basically the first thing that happened was that I had died. I was dead and body was being carried out on a flat surface by these little people... The physical self sitting in my seat journeying was like "Wait. What?!? I am dead. What do you mean, I am dead. What happened to all my dreams, and the white picket fence with my man living happily ever after till our old age? I am dead???" The little people started to turn me into a metal statue of a deity... they stopped to scan me and there was a beep, and that was the journey the medicine began to teach me about integrity. 🌞🌠😘
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Hmmm. And then...?
Well it's been a decade almost and I've journeyed a lot and am still here and definitely don't have the white picket fence and the man yet. And died and mourned my own death many more times in various journeys. Currently grateful I get to still be on this Earth breathing. Pretty attached to this realm. But also I will still be around when I am dead in spirit.
Fascinating