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witch Reged: 10/12/18 Posts: 273 |
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I have had some visions that felt like encountering entities. Some of them more convincing than others. You know, sometimes it just felt like watching a movie with characters in it, or playing a videogame with NPCs, it's not quite the same as encountering someone alien. The most convincing 'entity encounter' was my first DMT breakthrough, where someone, sort of talking over my head like a teacher or doctor or tour guide, told me something akin to 'okay here we go'. I never saw them, but the sense of being talked to, specifically in reference to my current trip and what is about to happen to me, was quite intense. On another DMT breakthrough, I was put through a series of strange transformations, feeling strangely helpless and depersonified, and someone told me 'this is what you came here for, isn't it', more as an explanation, a way to soothe and reassure me, rather than in a mocking or malicious way. Again, I didn't see the entity. On mushrooms, I have routinely encountered strange extradimensional beings, sort of like a cross between sea anemones or corals and dragons(?). Very eldritch and alien, with tentacles and sacklike appendages, and strange shifts and transformations. They typically start out as static pattern overlays, and then reach out into my 3-dimensional world. While it always feels obvious that they are alive, if they do have an intellect, it is too alien to comprehend or communicate with. Again on DMT, I have seen clownlike jester beings. Like a strange flying 'train' made up of a series of clown heads with a mask in front... They didn't seem to pay attention to me though, but I did feel a sentiment of being welcome by them, in a casual noncommitted manner. Like, 'oh hey good to see you', as you'd greet a distant acquaintance at a bar, and then just leave them be. Then there was my DMT(?) trip from hell, that was the result of a week-long polytoxicomanic romp at a psytrance festival, crowned by a toke from a friend's changa pipe filled with fuck knows what... I was out for about three hours, with the weirdest delirium-flavored trip I have ever experienced. It wasn't like tryptamine visuals. It wasn't even like a DMT breakthrough. It was like a fever dream. There were giant robot creatures being assembled from smaller robots and cubes, constantly transforming into new shapes... There were monks in black robes and hoods standing on a moonlit hill, holding up a projection screen that the rest of the trip was projected onto. But I felt strangely dissociated from all of this, and felt more as if I was playing Minecraft in spectator mode, than actually being part of it all. -------------------- Do you believe in the Third Summer of Love?
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