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Been in quite the funk lately. For months my mind has persisted to fill my body with anxiety about dying. It was literally any thought I had for a while would continuesly be followed by "and then you die". It's slowly fading. Happening less and less. Sometimes our existence feels like consciousness is a burdon. I keep having a desire to have the peace and flow that the plant and animals have. No room to wonder. Just becoming the universe. I just tell myself to keep shinning the light on "the way". Even being filled with all of the beautiful visions and ideas of our experience after this my body still gets tense. I dont expect my body to not be afraid of having nothing to fill its vessel. It's so odd because I don't feel depressed. I'm so glad and happy to be here. Makes me feel like the psychedelics are a very tough awakening. Despite them lifting our control and awareness they have also brought a lot more that keep me wondering too much. I am 32 and in some of my best health. Sometimes I wonder what it all would've been like without the psychedelic experience. I also have not had a trip in almost a year now. Maybe I just need to check back in there. I hope I have served you all as well as you have served me. Much love and appreciation.