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Spaghetti Days Reged: 04/09/22 Posts: 764 Loc: 🛸 |
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Some cool shares here, enjoyed reading them. ![]() Very interested in crossover between how people describe entity encounters under the influence and communing in whatever form with non human consciousness in a 'classical' sense. Passing off these events as chemical or projective in nature, can be healthy/appropriate- especially when it comes to interpreting experiences brought about from drug use. HOWEVER, I believe there's a lot 'out there' it's just that the majority of people can get on in this life without having to 'come into contact' with it. That's an endless debate though so to quote the homie fridgedoor from an entity thread a few months ago: Quote: That out the way, I'll try my best to be brief as I can or this will be even longer...It's hard to leave out what I count as important details. This happened last year and relies on Triplogic™ throughout. I drew this post it note soon after, "I'm afraid this is no place at all, for a being of flesh." Pre-entity Had been doing invocation ritual and long meditation etc night before on a lemon tek. Trip goes by really quick, relaxing and refreshing but uneventful. Decide next day to redose for 'recreation', 5g cubes 1g libs in capsule. Hitting THC concentrate hard, while watching Shallow Hal with my GF I start getting flashes of what looked like Baroque art depicting heirarchy in the animal kingdom, keeps happening as well as what looked like stock footage of running water, around this time she pauses movie for dinner. Not much food in, got stuff for tacos though. I'm propped up at the counter chopping an onion w/ great difficulty (I don't condone using blades on psychs) and start feeling very observed, so closed kitchen curtain and got on with meal making. I'm adding some soya mince to the onions, peppers, tomatoes etc. Wait, WTF is that? Looking into the frying pan through the red glow of the LED strip light, what I saw in that moment was 100% a portion of rat. It was so visceral and gross looking, ribs, spine & little bit of pelvis- pretty much picked clean of meat. "You uhhhhh, you might want to get out of here." I warn GF of the 'rat' pick it up out of the pan and chuck in the sink, she talks me down and says not to worry, that it's likely just frozen together soya mince that hasn't defrosted. We mutually agree it is I who should get out of there ![]() Soul tube After I'd dispelled the idea that it actually WAS a rat that had gotten caught in the manufacturing process (and I'd somehow not seen it earlier in the week when using the first half of the mince) it was apparant that I had been shown the rat by the observing force as a means of shaking up my perception to prepare me for something, to what end- I wasn't really sure. I go to lie down and make it halfway through the hallway of my flat. On my knees looking up, my ears WHOMPing and tinnitus going wild, the front door skews, becoming narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, towering over me and emitting a really cold blue glow. The window panels on top form into a headdress and the whole door seems malevolent, patterns in the woodgrain forming a leering machine-like face. It's not that I thought the door itsself as alive, rather it seemed like a way for another layer of disbelief to be removed. Another trick. All sorts of (mainly visual) flashes happening internally alongside this and finally make it to bed where as I'm lying down, eyes closed, seeing some blue tube/tunnel I've seen before and since. Closest description is like how I imagine the Tower of Pisa to look like from the inside, top down, only infinite and each passing window is a soul/face/awareness. Feeling spooked & tenderised at this point, I 'realised' something was trying to communicate with me, that it had been trying post-ritual last night when I lost time meditating and my redosing had left me succeptable, an open channel. Looking up at the shadow of the lightshade, I was struck with the same feeling as when you're stopped in a forest clearing making eye contact with a deer, for example. A type of mutual awareness. The shape rippled and the point of focus seems to shift from point to point to point. ![]() I was getting mental ZAPS like many of you will be familiar with and felt like I was 'being tuned in to' & said internally "Ok, I'm open to listening to whatever is here." then proceeded to have what I would class as non verbal communications ranging from personal insight to bigger picture stuff, societal evolution, predicted environmental events etc, a lot of ground covered and a majority of it I didn't understand at all. The content and scope felt familiar to the abstract thinking of altered states but it was the delivery that felt very different than 'talking to yourself' or the internal dialogue warp of psychedelics. There was no language component rather it was all ideas, images and concepts that seemed to be dug up from my own database of memories, understanding and relevant associations. The sense of fear lessened as it went on and gave way to a sort of blissful unity, I remember trying to coax a name of what I was talking with and after a flash of the archangel Uriel ('light of God', coming from a lightshade... so on the nose) being shown how stupid & human it is to name everything, how everything doesn't always fit into one box but also how the idea of restriction is essential to our purpose here on the physical plane so to make peace with it. All of a sudden, the sense of communication completely closed off and left me tripping balls staring at an unmoving shadow on the ceiling, no character left in there and no feeling of anything looking back. Tacos This had all happened in the space of less than 10 minutes, my GF had loaded the taco shells up and brought them through. I slowly ate mine (with little thought to the rat) during the rest of Shallow Hal, the movie seemingly continued to impart the moral schooling I had just been subject to, stuff about 'background people' what it takes to really care for those around you, reading between emotional lines and changing my ideas around what it means to be 'good'. The experience, along with subsequent synchronistic life events & heavily intentioned fortnightly tripping helped give me a shake up- encouraging me to take action & get involved with minor charity work locally, which turned into a regular role I enjoy. As far as 'the rat' is concerned, I asked my GF whatever came of it the next day and she quickly replied "Ah yeah, that was just the jackfruit core- I threw it in the bin." Cue me googling 'jackfruit core' and anything that could explain the artifact but every result looked nothing like what I had seen that night, plus it wasn't even a jackfruit product, it was soya mince. ![]() Every now and again I still wonder about what the fucking thing was, little rat torso looking motherfucker in the sink while trying to retain some self awareness that I was high as all fuck. I understand skepticism here, I keep much myself. Especially RE the aspects that neatly adhere to iconography/images that feature heavily in my life/the books I read, other media consumed, prior experience and whathaveyou since I'm exactly the sort of person who would believe in this stuff. But I also think there may be something to be said about how the chosen 'flavour' of these experiences is cultural and 2 people may experience the same event in essesence but see it through the lense of their most familiar folklore equivilent, for example. I stopped caring about trying to prove this stuff a long time ago, IMO the lesson or impact usually seems independent of the source anyway. There have been other times where I'm tripping- moreso on LSD- and become aware of a prescence that my cats seem privvy to, even once having to snarl "STOP SCARING MY FUCKING CAT." when it seemed to be causing distress. The atmosphere of the room feels steamy or thick and the 'suspect' looks like a scaled up grey ameboa or paisley type pattern that the cats chase about that dissapears into furniture etc... Yeah, I know. ![]()
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so on the nose) being shown how stupid & human it is to name everything, how everything doesn't always fit into one box but also how the idea of restriction is essential to our purpose here on the physical plane so to make peace with it. 
