tryptosaur

I've taken LSD on many occasions (and non-occasions) and have experienced some terrifying dimensions of consciousness. Then I began using heroin and very quickly came to realize that the heroin-state is on the opposite end of the spectrum as the psychedelic state. When I'd go through withdrawal I'd feel so fucking sensitive to everything, especially smells, pain, light, emotions, and gravity. Since being on heroin basically desensitizes one to emotions and feelings, making one indifferent to all experience, the withdrawal by comparison feels like, to me at least, a heightened level of consciousness. Kind of like a big baby being born into this fucked up world, kicking and crying, as if it feared leaving the warmth of the womb. If I could explain it through algebra, it would be: Being straight is to being doped up as tripping is to being straight.
Leaving our comfort zone is always a little catastrophic to say the least.
Acid is a type of dying, in a sense (innocense). Tim Leary (Alpert and Metzner) reinterpretted "the Tibetan Book of the Dead" as a manual to trip by for this same reason. The ego goes through a death "must crucify the ego before it's far too late".