TW: This story includes elements of psychedelic plant medicine use.
I was falling, from where and to where I don’t know, but it was terrifying.
If I was standing, I was being sucked into a vortex, and only a change in focus could snap me out of the vacuum. If I sat down and closed my eyes, I felt like the man in the photo above, careening into an uncertain void.
My guide would gently notice my body jolt awake to halt the fall and gently talk to me to calm my mind.
I felt as if I could sleep — should sleep — but closing my eyes was anything but the relaxed bliss of a promising restful sleep. This was no reverie, no hypnagogic daydream.