Has anyone ever tripped with someone, a good friend perhaps, and once you come back to, it almost feels as if you knew this person in an alternate life, universe, dimension, etc?
I'm not even talking about someone you've been best friends with for years and they know the ins and outs of your life and past, but maybe someone a little newer?
Have you had discussions with this person while you're tripping and you even speak of the past lives you've experienced together? Once you come back to, you don't speak of it?
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but on the real, past lives are apparently a thing, and apparently these people show up in our lives for a reason.
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Once I thought my friend was my guide from another world who would lead me out of this one. It ended up not happening, but maybe it will someday. Tripping with other people is weird sometimes, it feels like they aren't the people I know but some other being that is speaking to me through them.
It's not worth treating it as fact unless you can confirm it as mutual. Otherwise it could be that you knew a bunch of germs at some point that lived on their skin, there' a lot of soul involved in a humans.
Had a variation of this. A friend of mine had acquired the LSD and has imbibed previously a few months back so what familiar with the experience.
It was my first time and upon coming up and feeling the walls breath and music fill me and run over me like water, I turned to him, our eyes met, and some sort of telepathy took place that I will futilely attempt to explain.
In that glance he was revealing himself as a guardian angel, sent in this life to guide me through it. I began to see his life as an inverse of mine, we had similar backgrounds, but where my life had taken one path, his had taken the exact other branch. We were mirrors, he was what I could have been, and vice versa.
But, he knew all this. And had known all this. And then we looked away and went back to whatever conversations with other people we had been in previously.
Later that evening, in the midst of sobering up, I asked him about what had happened and all he could say was that, "I know what you're referring to. I know what happened. I don't think I can put it into words."
It was as if we had shared a brief vision of the past and future stretching away from us.
Very strange experience and one of the formative one's of my life. It's a shame I don't really keep in touch with him anymore, but that's life. People keep moving on.