Not Ego Death, but Ego Union—Has Anyone Else Experienced This?

For the past month, I’ve been sitting with this experience, trying to put it into words, and I still don’t feel like I’ve fully grasped what happened.

For context: My husband and I have been together for over ten years. We’re 29/31. Our connection has always been intense—mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and definitely physically. Even after a decade, marriage, and now parenthood, we’ve never lost the chemistry.

Last month, we had our first baby-free night since having our daughter in August. We decided to take mushrooms—not to party, not to escape, but with the intention of deeply reconnecting after five months of solo parenting with zero help. We expected a great night. We did not expect what actually happened.

It wasn’t just deep. It wasn’t just love. It wasn’t even just sex. It was a complete obliteration of self.

There was no "me." No "him." No separation. Just us. Or maybe not even "us"—but something greater, something we had simply stepped into. It felt like we weren’t just together, but dissolving into a shared energy field, merging in a way that went far beyond the physical.

I physically felt his love—like something tangible, wrapping around me, through me, filling spaces inside me I never even knew existed. His presence wasn’t beside me; it was inside me. And not just in the obvious way—I mean it felt like his essence was interwoven with mine, like the universe itself had orchestrated this exact moment of pure, unfiltered unity.

And then, at one point, he touched my face. Just my face. No expectation, no intent beyond pure reverence, and something inside me shattered.

A wave of release—physical, emotional, spiritual—rushed through my entire body.

It was like every version of us, across time and lifetimes, had been reaching for this exact moment, this exact merging. I wasn’t just experiencing love—I was inside it. We were inside it.

🚨 NSFW—The Full, Explicit Details 🚨 >!That single touch of his hand on my face sent me into a full-body orgasm that lasted over a minute.

No penetration. No clitoral stimulation. Nothing but his hand cradling my cheek.

It started deep inside me, a slow, rolling wave of warmth that turned into an overwhelming, uncontrollable release—one that built and built until I felt like I was going to break apart.

I was sobbing as it happened—not from sadness, but because I had never felt anything like this in my life. My entire body felt like it wasn’t my own. Like my physical form was just a vessel for something greater, and that something was him.

We had both experienced sex so deep it felt spiritual before—but this was something else entirely. It was transcendent.

And it didn’t stop there. After what had already happened, I was completely wrecked in the best way. But when I started going down on him, something about it felt different.

I could feel his pleasure inside me—not just emotionally, but physically. Like every movement, every reaction, was triggering something deep in my own body. And then, without him touching me, without me even thinking it was possible, I completely fell apart again.

I’m not even sure how long we laid there afterward. Entangled. Raw. Completely stripped of ego, of identity, of anything but pure, unfiltered love.

But I do know this: We were not the same people when it was over!<

For days after, I was still crying— again not from sadness, but because I could still feel it. The afterglow wasn’t just in my mind; it was in my body. The way I saw him changed. The way I saw us changed. Even the way I saw love itself changed.

There’s a magnetism between us now that wasn’t just amplified—it was rewired. Like we unlocked something in each other’s DNA that we will never be able to forget. It’s not just the physical. It’s in every interaction.

I thought this was already insane enough. And then, the universe itself decided to confirm just how deep, big, and wild this goes.

A few days ago during ahem, adult activities- Music was playing in the background as usual. At one point, I pause and say- "Hang on, I need water. My throat is getting dry."

Not even five seconds later, the lyrics playing say- "Howling at the moon, but my throat is getting dry."

We froze. And I mean, this is a song we both know inside and out. Hell its by an artist who is extremely sentimental to major moments in our relationship. But it didn’t even register at the time. There is zero chance I consciously timed what I said to match the lyrics.

This shit is beyond us. I don’t know what exactly happened, but I do know that something bigger than us is at play here.

I’ve heard of ego death, but this felt like something else entirely. It was like… ego union. A complete dissolution into each other.

I have read a few stories of people experiencing something similar on MDMA, but this felt way beyond that. The way I could physically feel his emotions inside my own body, the way our energy felt like one force instead of two individuals.

I know this was long, but I need to know—has anyone else experienced this with a partner? A psychedelic experience so powerful, so intense, that it completely rewires the way you see love?

Because I feel like I’ve crossed some kind of invisible threshold… and there’s no going back.