Since i became a teenager, up until now, i've always been the worrying kind, a bit timid and anxious, over-thinking situations, and getting truck in depression.
Since my mid-twenties, i started becoming interested in psychedelic self-therapy. Since then until my early thirties, i've had two experiences.

I will lay them out briefly, and then end with three (composite) questions, that have been gnawing at me, and i'd like the input of some of the more experienced explorers here on the nexus.

My first experience was three years ago, when i smoked changa (50% DMT, 40% B. Caapi, 10% Golden Teacher Mushroom), we weighted out it to 30 mg DMT.
I took only two hits, and i bet out vaping technique was fairly weak, so it's likely i landed in "the waiting room".
Before the closed eye visuals kicked in, the ringing noise turned into a loud drum beat and aboriginal chanting (Hummane-Hémanna-Hummanna-Hémanna in 200 BPM).
The visuals was that of intertwined roots, fractal in geometry, and layered. With bark-like texture, and an ancient aura.
When the protrusions in the bark opened up, and revealed thousands of mild, wise, but indifferent, eyes, the immediate feeling i got was unease mixed with unwelcoming.
Like i bothered this entity with my presence, and i can't be certain, but i think a thought flew trough my space, that i was not ready yet to experience this.
But here the riddle ends in a period, and not a question mark.
I cannot be certain if this was my own though, springing from fear, or if it was an honest message from the entity i met in the deeper dimension.

My second experience was during summer, last year.
I took 3 grams of Psilocybe Semlianceata, Liberty Cap, in the form of a tea, with ginger.
Besides the obvious and fairly common thoughts of worry and anxiousness, before the substance takes hold, i felt like my mind was split into several parts, and it became impossible for me to distinguish between which one(s) were my "real" me, and which ones was "me on substance", or which one, if possible, was "substance itself".
I think, during the course of the 2 hour peak, i drifted seamlessly between all three of these options. The prevailing message from the substance itself revealed itself here and there, but then vanished beyond the horizon, behind waves and landscapes of my own thoughts, or/and my own stoned thoughts.
But a handful of insights are still ingrained in me, and i will speak of two of them
The first insight was that of humility, that i aught to be humble before the mysteries of the universe, and, for example, i don't even know the most basic lessons of how an ecosystem works, or how long it takes for the shadow cast by trees to travel the length of my body.
The second one was the realization of the inherent meaningfulness of Nothing. The substanced state game me a few examples of what awesome powers lie hidden in Nothing, and when i tried to "waltz around" with the state, talking to me, it just returned me to Nothing. That all questions i have could be reduced to nothing. And that nothingness is the most forgotten aspect of existence, in all planes and dimensions.

The most pressing questions i have:
1. Is it possible that the beings reachable through DMT rejects someone who is not ready, and, if so, is it possible to get ready to meet them, by cleansing, or learning a skill such as mindfulness or discipline?

2. The way i experienced the state, or the network of consciousness, during my mushroom trip, where it was almost a bit "bored" with helping with my problems, is that a common thing?
I almost felt like the state was just handing out cookie-cutter-replies, in some sense.
Or, is this just another dimension of the paranoia that can be prevalent during trips, that i mistrust the advice and truths i am given, because i trust nothing?

3. Especially since my mushroom trip, i have noticed a subtle, but meaningful, change in my psychological makeup. Mainly that i am in contact with my emotions more, and can self-analyze and sometimes even support myself more clearly.
Also, alcohol intoxication feels completely different nowadays, with a whole other clarity to the experience, where i get creative and sort of start to create from, seemingly, out of nowhere, music, lyrics, text and images (this post was written after 4 beers, as an example).
Question is: What could be the cause of this? Has the mycelial network of the mushrooms grown into my physical brain, altering how i handle my life and my thoughts?
Or, is it more along the lines of me learning different ways of experiencing existence, during that tripping state, and therefore i am changing my own psychological construction?

I appreciate any input you good folks might have, and apologize for stacking my questions in such an unstructured manner.
Thank you all for reading this far, and i wish you all fortune in your life and travels.

Hi Ilutzio.
Thanks for sharing.

I would not focus too much on the entities and what "they" may want or not, but rather on your own state of mind, and openness, and mindfulness. Because, we can't say for sure, if we are actually traveling to any other place or dimension, other than into the depth of our own consciousness.

Safe travels!