So, I've been experimenting with changa fairly regularly for the past couple weeks. One of the best parts about it seems to be that no experience is the same as the last. I've seen the most insane, indescribable colors/patterns I've ever witnessed...though have yet to encounter any kind of beings. Had a cosmic orgasm. Feel like there's still levels to break through, but I just had a very strange experience.

Got a buncha work done, end of the day, decided to pack a bowl and go visit changa world before I went to sleep. I took a hit, back in changa land, but I had the distinct feeling that I had been in this exact place before...like, when I closed by eyes I was seeing a pattern I had seen before, with a voice beckoning me to smoke some more to go deeper. It felt very deja vu. Took some more hits, was looking into a strange colorful, geometric vortex, with a voice asking me if I was ready to enter into a deeper level. I was considering it, wondering if I was ready...but the sensation of deja vu had increased. The more hits I took, the more everything felt like I had been in this exact situation before....everything super duper alien, something kind of extending it's little electric tendrils into my mind. Loving every minute of it.

A message I received on one of my very first trips was, 'just be'....don't try to make sense of this, don't think. Be still. Let this happen. Experience it. I've tried to heed these words on every trip after, but after I took my last hit, the feeling that everything I had experienced had happened before was too much. I felt like I was at some quantum portal/gateway 'I've BEEN here before! This has already happened!'

Suddenly I saw myself taking another pull and everything exploding into white and me being back on my couch, with the world reconstructed around me...and I suddenly knew that everything that has ever happened and will happen has ALREADY happened a gazillion times. This was the millionth time I had done this. All of reality is a reconstruction of my mind....even my friend sitting at a table on the other side of the room working was a reconstruction of my mind. All infinite possabilities that could and will occur have already occurred. It was truly a mindfuck...I was sitting there shaking my head and gasping.

An old cartoon I saw as a kid came to mind when I was thinking of how to describe it. I just rewatched it, and it doesn't exactly sum it up like I thought at the time, but this is all kind of difficult to describe:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1z-XTeyV8Dk

This was in no way a negative experience, just so incredibly bizarre. A lot of these experiences on changa have me convinced reality is some type of simulation. I saw how I would come down and everything would go back to normal, and that it had happened a million times before, which is where I am now...sort of questioning the reality of this computer and all the sensory imput I'm currently experiencing.

I've had deja vu on acid before, but nothing to the extent that I had the distinct feeling that I was repeating an action I had already done innumerable times before...every thought, every movement...literally everything has already happened.

Changa said, 'come back to relive this anytime', and I will. Again, this was in no way bad or negative, just sort of blew my mind to smithereenies a little bit, and a cursory look for similar experiences just turned up people talking about being stuck in hellish loops, which wasn't my experience at all.

Anyone experienced anything like this?

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Yep, thats changa I call it going home, spending quality time with momma and poppa universe. Was loved before the foundation of the universe. Its a universe where everything exists, and existed a million times before. No end to falling down eternity. That zoom is a loop, that loop is a buzz, that buzz is the wave--ride that wave and become eternity.

Very cool post!

I relate to everything you have written here! I have received or perceived the same messages.

Questioning reality is something I have pondered most of my life. How does all this really work? I have felt like I have lived a million times before. The infinite possibilities pour into my reality based off of every perspective I choose. The experience of life changes according to your perspective. I often wonder if this is possibly the first time I have made these specific choices or if I am following an identical path from another life. Either way, I feel like I choose to be here. I feel like I created it for myself to learn and grow and evolve.

I feel like the artist who has drawn himself into the painting. I am both the observed and the observer. This play is infinite!

I guess it is all about what you indentify with. Just some rambling thoughts....

Sort of like reality is in a quantum state between all possible versions of itself. I get you.