So sorry that this is long, but bear with me
Preface:In college I used to be a heavy truth seeker. 9/11 sent me down a rabbit hole. My brain became wired to this sort of thinking which I eventually combined with psychedelics, most notably shrooms.
I am well versed in the effects but you can discredit my experience and chalk up to just a drug episode if you wish, however I find it relevant to the OP.
My trip was very calm for a while but eventually I got lost in thought. The combination of my mental space at the time and the shrooms led me to quite a journey: I kept phasing in and out of this... "dimension" i'll call it. One moment it would be a sunny day, surrounded by the people I was with. The next moment it would be pitch black. In this darkness I began to see entities.
They weren't defined, instead they were loosely outline by thousands of tiny colorful pixels. It was almost like I was dropped in to their headquarters or something. They were just busily moving about. Every time I would phase in to this view it got more vivid. Eventually some started to look at me.
After a while, the phases began to blur. There was no longer a separation between my reality and whatever I was peering into. One second I would see and hear my friends speaking normally, the next there face would be morphed by these same colorful pixels. Honestly their faces began to look more and more like colorful reptilians.
Gradually these pixels had a voice. I was told repeatedly by these pixel-faced voices that the reason I am seeing this is because of the shrooms. They kept repeating themselves, saying that I should not have taken them (note this was my first time).
They made it a point to me that the shrooms were my limit. It was as if I was not supposed to see what I was seeing but because of what I did it was all revealed to me. They also made it a point that I would not be welcomed back and should not try to induce this trip again.
The reason for this warning was made very clear to me. Their voices uttered things to me that shook me to my core. Chief among them was the revelation that I must kill myself in my world in order to become a part of theirs.
Immediately after, I began to see flashes of myself in precarious positions. Most notably I was standing on the ledge of a skyscraper. Behind me on the roof was a group of shadowy men in jet black suits. I could literally feel the wind on my face. Although I understood that this was all in my head, my physical body jumped. This is also when the group I was with finally felt like they needed to intervene.
I scared them that day, I have never had a suicidal thought in my life but I was constantly uttering "I need to kill myself".
Prior to this trip I lightly dabbled in the concept of multiple realities and how it is very possible that the one we live in is an illusion. However I never expected for this concept to be presented to me so vividly because of a 1/8th of shrooms.
Just a bad trip or did my mind drift too far, leading me to an esoteric realm? You can decide, but it just felt really good to put what happened to me in writing.
Personally I believe that it is very possible that our world is a simulation, created by higher beings. In fact I believe the concept of our “soul” or “spirit”, or even consciousness is really just one of these beings using us as a vehicle to experience this simulation. Don’t worry I have sense laid off the drugs, after all they told me too.