An aspect of 5-MeO-DMT phenomenology that gives the “I became God” impression is the loss of embodied personality metadata in the rendering of one’s experience.

My impression is that we hold a sense of who we are in the shape of muscle tension (especially our face, which provides the main affective and identity channel for social communication) and that 5-MeO-DMT radically reorganizes these patterns. In particular, it creates large patches of expansion and contraction rather than the very surgical and microexpression-aware identity construction we usually carry around implicitly in the background. We can code our experiences as “ours” in part because the presence of this “social identity” plays the role of the “witness” of the experience for holographic encoding.

When the social mask is dissolved through large blunt patches of expansion and contraction, who is the one who experiences this? Of course your face was never the witness, but that has been an integral part of the social software we always live with, so its sudden breakdown causes a powerful impression of conscious anonymity.

In turn, this feels as if: you have always been this impersonal God/Big Mind and the specific person you happen to be is one of many “television channels” this larger being tunes into. Depending on the dose, you may even get the impression that your whole life, and perhaps everything on this planet, is a kind of commercial or small TV segment within a larger Big Mind Space Opera involving countless realms and incarnations. It’s impressionistic, of course. Nothing tells you this explicitly. Rather it’s what the Eternal Scream of the Baby Universe feels like from the inside. Anonymous consciousness waking up to itself, shaking the dream of being a person.