Posting from mobile, apologies for formatting. TL;DR- Had an amazing experience leading up to ego death, met an entity, drew the last clear thing I remember- the fractals of my broken ego.
I smoked some intense changa a few weeks ago it was my third time ever doing dmt and my first time experiencing ego death, I'm so glad I did. I loaded up a decent bowl of changa in my bong and through shear willpower I took 4 good hits back to back before my world disappeared. As I felt my body fading away I was surrounded by the most beautiful shifting fractals of silver and black almost as if shards of a broken mirror were drifting through space. It started out uniform and slowly they began to overlap while shifting and phasing through one another. I almost instinctively know that the mirror is myself, the shards represent the actions and choices that make me who I am, I felt scared. I didn't want to lose what I am. I didn't want to feel my pieces drift apart into the void. At this point I feel words but don't hear them, something told me "It's okay to let go" that "Nothing is truly meant to stay broken". I felt calmed by this presence almost as if in someone's embrace but I don't see them. I began to relax and slowly the pieces fade away into a myriad of colors that I can't even remember. The embrace was gone and so was myself, "Go on" I was urged by the voice almost like a child going to school and for the first time leaving their mother. I remember drifting through time, through things that I can't comprehend and feeling blissful knowing that this is where I belong. I left the trip feeling more wholesome than I have in a long time, knowing that my mirror is no longer broken and I can truly see myself. After reading trip reports on here I saw that art can be very good for internalizing your trip so I tried to draw the one thing I remember. My broken mirror. https://imgur.com/QHhZZW6