Omar, 33, Manchester UK: “There are no linguistic descriptors, no comparative scenes in waking life. But there was a point that I got to where I felt I had been consumed by the landscape and become a cog in its machinery. At that point I knew I had died in my own mind. It was ego death in its purest sense. There was no me, or you, or this or that; I became everything, and everything exists, always. At that point I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I’ve never experienced in my life.”
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