Skatardude10
Rising Star
Id just like to share some of my experiences. I wouldn't say any of it is truly out of this world... but maybe some of you will find it interesting. Ill divide it up into topics. Its long. Very long.
Alien Technology: or technology of release- I have a feeling, had visions of technology aliens and "other" humans who have gone a bit outside convention to live their lives beyond... spend their time in the imagination, without any physical body whatsoever. These worlds of light, groups of minds thinking, wondering what to do next... There's a plan, many parts to play... Things are on schedule for galactic telepathy... a step is integration of our bodies with our technology. Ray Kurzweils The Age of Spiritual Machines and "Mind Children" by Hanz Morvec are two good books which elaborate on all of this in detail ( though I am under the impression their timescales of 100 years lack their own consideration of exponential growth on top of exponential speed of this coming to concrescence ) Anyways we have bodies, associations, memories, direct experience and time and space between everything... well I see the body as a distilled machine, for the moment a home of our individual souls soon to be released into the "wild" or the imagination... a vast, lush infinite world teeming with life that until now we know only as the subconscious or the unconscious. I see a UFO as the solidified hypermachine coalesced out of the technology of space itself, space itself being the exteriorized awareness of the soul. Fear is a tool to scare us, to harden this technology, and to eventually jolt the awareness of the soul residing within this body machine home outside of itself and into infinity. This I see aliens, the "others" who have gone beyond convention spending most of their time dis-incarnate from their physical bodies. Like a tool, I suspect some aliens or at least human "others" utilize base stations that pull together a physical body for minds to enter at will when necessary. For example you have a meeting in sector four on base station X with your colleagues to discuss the next course of action. Out of the home in dis-incarnate imagination you travel with your mind to base station four to enter your body which is in a sense leased to you for the time of the meeting, or however long you want or is necessary and when its time to leave you return your body to its base station where its dis-assembled like magic and you and your mind and all your imagination continues on, wether you head back to a dream with your mother and parents or go meet up with other collective minds to discuss further. That was long, sorry...
Guided Meditation: The other night I was guided in how to navigate the mental space using the human body as a vehicle, weightless and dirigible. I was told to put my feet and hands together, bare, close my eyes and tune into the frequency. Suddenly I did the flip. What was my head was now my feet and I was now walking, or navigating with my feet through a bright, vivid mental space. Like a teenager first learning to drive a car I was very ... well evvery which thing that passed here and there caught my attention and maintaining focus on the travel was intense to say the least. I was almost run over by speeding lights, the entire time I was being coached by a teacher who was helping me with the details reminding me to keep focus and what exactly to do moment to moment ... I couldn't continue for long because it was quite intense. As for where I got in actual space I cannot say but the lesson, and the whole idea of the flip never had occured to me, literally feeling a flip and using your head to move through your feet using your body as a hypervehicle to transverse hyperspace using your head.
DMT As Life's Energy: We know DMT is in most all living things... I never really wondered why, it was just a cool fact of nature until I realized the state of sensitivity, vivid livelyness and interconnectedness it immerses you in. While being worked on in the open outside at night under the full moon, the insectoid swarm buzzing into the core as a fundumental tool of the aliens manipulation and diagnostic technology to work with unconscious humans unconscious of being worked with, being consciously worked on and worked with and guided, informed of this activity surrounding me and eveloping me to the core and beyond, suddenly my cat jumped on me and scared the SHIT OUT OF ME. Exactly what they were going for. The buzz had stopped and I had been sufficiently scared, sufficiently tuned in that my reaction impulse was immediate. To put this into context. Drop a paperclip in a room with a cat or sleeping dog and immediately they react to it. Take a human watching tv, reading a book, otherwise consumed... I guess humans like to travel outside themselves and get lost in themselves so much they forget they are even there. It seems, as I was told most human are if not akin to the walking dead, literally the walking dead. At the moment of death we become inspired and enter eternity. Most humans, Uninspired. Lacking color, lacking clarity of thought. Lacking that tuned in to everything sensation that many seem to have as children to an extent, and especially lacking that super sensitivity of wildlife, insects and all mother nature. DMT sure modulates our experience alright, whether smoking dmt is the way to get back to this state in full I do not think that is the case. Its a GREAT reminder, a great thing to help guide you, to help you recognize the voice in this case. How to inspire most people who are uninspired though? Here's one answer
it's pointless. There is a reason a large number of people do not want to know. There is a reason a large number of people are opposed to letting go, to releasing their tension and entering into the light that lies outside convention. Part of this reason is a form of Magic. Magic in the sense that we are all part of God, or some part of God. I suspect that the large majority of people are like the cells in our body... The cells in our body, the supply chains, the interaction, the continual death and rebirth, the droning on of this cyclical system... my cells are probably unaware they are actually all unconsciously working together to fuel this macro-physical imagination that locates itself in our heads and beyond. as a stitch, these micro-physical connection technology's such as distributed nanorobotic intelligence might just be to wake up our cells to this fact and in turn unify our intelligence from the bottom up. On a societal scale in our world, all these unconscious people I saw make up the energy, the raw fuel for those "illuminated" minds in more transcendent dimensions who themselves are wondering, working to figure out the best course of action, the best thing to do with all of this. In this way I see society as a spinning, churning engine of superintent, the larger picture of which the smaller portions of are mostly if not completely unaware of. The news says "This anger, This fear... Is a very Useful feeling to have" I ask the question: For who exactly?
Taking another direction, Terrance Mckenna said if you know the language, the linguistic structure that makes up reality you can make of it what you will. I saw a wort, or now known as a mole or mol centered on the palmside of my middle finger churning in a fractal linguistic space droning in circles "Mol Mol Mol Mol similar to this image http://math.hws.edu/eck/mandelbrot_pics/mandelbrot_3_1280x1024.png although made up of linguistic, sound light. The Mol Mol Mol Mol was a monotone voice droning on itself... I thought, Maybe I could get rid of this mol by tossing in a tangent escalation in frequency to break the mol mol mol mol loop. Mol Mol Moweee mol mol mol mowweeEEeeeoomol mol mol mol... Its a tough one, mol mol mouwweeeeEEE and it went... the scope of it grew beyond proportion and enveloped me completely. For months to years my suspicion has been strongly and confirmed in experience to be molecular nanotechnology based loosely on a spiders web designed to transmit voltage electricity (as to the use of this voltage... tune into the hum *hint hint*) and suddenly I was wrappt tightly head to toe from my middle finger in a spider web like electric tugging sensation. I felt my whole body being sucked into the nanotech mole on my finger but my body had enough outward force to prevent collapsing into this point completely, instead these Mol Mol Mol Mol drones spread all over my body, my face, my neck, my lips, my stomach, my legs, my feet, my hands and arms... I thought to my self "oh no. You have really done it now" I felt the beginning of these warts starting all over my body. I had to do something and that something was to really understand what it was this mole was trying to do to me. I could forget about it and become a freak of area-51 or what you would loosely call a nightmare of nature, or just simply nature... breaking out with morgellons or something, become a slave to the unconscious, droning on day to day having directions inserted and executed without a thought. No thanks. Im here to understand, to be a valuable coagulation of such understanding and work to spread this understanding, whatever comes and to my best with it. And that intent became my release from that particular dilemma
Area 51- I kinda always wondered what they were up to... not like seriously, because seriously what could you know. I hear stories of strange purple psycholinguistic hyperfluid centrifuges and such as the drives for various space vehicles ... I had Dreams at age two of being submerged by men in white suits into this purple, tingly, irridescent psychofluid. "Take a look" they said "Dont be afraid, get close" as I kneel down to touch this vast expanse of purple fluid that seems to go infinitely deep in this wide and spacious concrete building. Suddenly I feel the floor drop out from underneath me and before I realize im falling into this goop, and I turn to look up and see the three men standing safely on the platform above me, watching me go deeper and deeper as I am enveloped with fear, "THEY TRICKED ME!" I thought to myself and without hesitation one of these men floated down into the fluid with me, and floating in front of me he said to me "dont be afraid: Its okay. This is an opportunity. In here, you can do anything. Here, let me show you. Watch closely." when before my eyes I saw a coagulating, spinning point of light, and two more points of light appear beside that one to create a triangle, and between these points opened up a space that we both went spiraling into like magic and without a trace we were in another world of swimming, undulating what I guess is like floating blobby worm snake creatures ... totally out of this world... and we spiraled back to the purple fluid. Falling with no ground to stand on, and no roof above me he said "you see? Now you try! Think of anything you can imagine! Go, Give it a try!" I imagined a point of light, then I imagined something else and just like that I entered into my life, waking up from what was "just a dream" ?
Area 51 Continued- Like the mol mol mol moling nanorobitics in my middle finger and the purple psychofluid that takes you to worlds beyond your imagination I was shown part of this machine they were working on, They called it something like linguistic protoplasm, or linguistic flesh... which appeared to be like a coil of colorful, mirrorlike metalic rainbows infused with gushing fleshy light that spewed geometric guts of the imagination... thinking to myself this is what I am made of. I had thoughts part of the mediation in forming this hypertechnology has to do with television, and a combination of all sorts of media liguistic structures infused with... its confusing, life, guts, meat, intent, mental systems... At the time they told me "I don't want to know, or ... now you know, but They don't want to know" Because... Beautiful, appauling... unbelievable...Who's working on this?
Becoming an Alien myself- This one starts with my second journey on spice. Or rather, my first journey on Ayahuasca: The entity guiding me, as a representative of a greater galactic collective at first was intent on showing me myself. This presented a male energy, a solidarity I could not pass. I wanted to go "There" to be with "Them" But to do that I would have to die, and "Shed my body" but at the time I didnt think of it as sheding a body. I thought of it as death. This "intent" closed ever near and from eternal bliss I was drawn into a black hole of death. I couldnt breath. God I really want to be there though. Man Im suffocating! I can't breath *intent moves in closer* But ... but I realy would like to be "There" I feel my body tingling, the bad tingle, the death ache, the nerves shocking... deteriorating... Man I really wish I could breath!!!!!! AH PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!! - Okay, I WANT TO LIVE! Suddenly I popped out of the black hole and was back in my bedroom and took the deepest, most lively, fulfilling breath of my life. Suddenly the male energy disappeared and I asked "please, be patient with me" and it backed up and became a very pleasant, overwhelmingly female energy of which it remained. That was one of the only times I have experienced a predominately male energy, and it of unbending intent to teach me a lesson, to force me to choose, one way or the other, to not hang around in limbo. And once I chose, It was there to take me in, either way and thats what I love about it. That is a long start to this one but my second journey on spice, I was suddenly enveloped completely by this fractal machine from what seemed the outside in, but it extended all the way to the core. This machine was the most beautiful female I have ever encountered, epitomizing all of my relationships, every woman I have ever known combined to create a superfemale that transcends the boundaries of humanness. I was struck with the fact that this thing has ALWAYS BEEN HERE. Its Always been me. "Glad you have finally woken up honey!" She said to me. "Would you like to see what you have in store?" she re-assured me when I am complete, me and her, the other, will be unified and in flight for eternity. She took me for a ride to show me, like an eagle soaring on waves after waves of hyperspace... Auh... Fantastic... It was an entire relationship in a flash. an entire lifetime, lifetimes of lifetimes in a flash, a flight. but I saw this female energy as coming from the outside in. IN becoming an Alien recently, I realized that my body is a mask. My body is like a shell that is covering the alien within. like dreams spilling over into reality, this fractal alien machine broke through and I saw how Insane I must seem to the other "people" in everyday life looking like I do, not only in a human body, but now bursting out of my shell alienness... And at that moment I heard a loud "chop chop chop chop" approaching from over the hill... The black helicopters... I thought to myself but where did this one come from? *Hin hint Tune into the frequency dimensional travel* as it hovered and flew directly over my place of residence... Observing... Saying to themselves and myself along the lines of "What a Fascinating specimin, an independant life form as they rambled on about these details of such alien lifeforms coming to life inside the general sleeping population, ... myself... I like my alien form... And to know that they are up there watching us come alive... Becoming alien others ourselves...
A good lesson / exercise - Reality is sewn in words: Replace I with We... part of the new language of being. Ill cut it off here.
Alien Technology: or technology of release- I have a feeling, had visions of technology aliens and "other" humans who have gone a bit outside convention to live their lives beyond... spend their time in the imagination, without any physical body whatsoever. These worlds of light, groups of minds thinking, wondering what to do next... There's a plan, many parts to play... Things are on schedule for galactic telepathy... a step is integration of our bodies with our technology. Ray Kurzweils The Age of Spiritual Machines and "Mind Children" by Hanz Morvec are two good books which elaborate on all of this in detail ( though I am under the impression their timescales of 100 years lack their own consideration of exponential growth on top of exponential speed of this coming to concrescence ) Anyways we have bodies, associations, memories, direct experience and time and space between everything... well I see the body as a distilled machine, for the moment a home of our individual souls soon to be released into the "wild" or the imagination... a vast, lush infinite world teeming with life that until now we know only as the subconscious or the unconscious. I see a UFO as the solidified hypermachine coalesced out of the technology of space itself, space itself being the exteriorized awareness of the soul. Fear is a tool to scare us, to harden this technology, and to eventually jolt the awareness of the soul residing within this body machine home outside of itself and into infinity. This I see aliens, the "others" who have gone beyond convention spending most of their time dis-incarnate from their physical bodies. Like a tool, I suspect some aliens or at least human "others" utilize base stations that pull together a physical body for minds to enter at will when necessary. For example you have a meeting in sector four on base station X with your colleagues to discuss the next course of action. Out of the home in dis-incarnate imagination you travel with your mind to base station four to enter your body which is in a sense leased to you for the time of the meeting, or however long you want or is necessary and when its time to leave you return your body to its base station where its dis-assembled like magic and you and your mind and all your imagination continues on, wether you head back to a dream with your mother and parents or go meet up with other collective minds to discuss further. That was long, sorry...
Guided Meditation: The other night I was guided in how to navigate the mental space using the human body as a vehicle, weightless and dirigible. I was told to put my feet and hands together, bare, close my eyes and tune into the frequency. Suddenly I did the flip. What was my head was now my feet and I was now walking, or navigating with my feet through a bright, vivid mental space. Like a teenager first learning to drive a car I was very ... well evvery which thing that passed here and there caught my attention and maintaining focus on the travel was intense to say the least. I was almost run over by speeding lights, the entire time I was being coached by a teacher who was helping me with the details reminding me to keep focus and what exactly to do moment to moment ... I couldn't continue for long because it was quite intense. As for where I got in actual space I cannot say but the lesson, and the whole idea of the flip never had occured to me, literally feeling a flip and using your head to move through your feet using your body as a hypervehicle to transverse hyperspace using your head.
DMT As Life's Energy: We know DMT is in most all living things... I never really wondered why, it was just a cool fact of nature until I realized the state of sensitivity, vivid livelyness and interconnectedness it immerses you in. While being worked on in the open outside at night under the full moon, the insectoid swarm buzzing into the core as a fundumental tool of the aliens manipulation and diagnostic technology to work with unconscious humans unconscious of being worked with, being consciously worked on and worked with and guided, informed of this activity surrounding me and eveloping me to the core and beyond, suddenly my cat jumped on me and scared the SHIT OUT OF ME. Exactly what they were going for. The buzz had stopped and I had been sufficiently scared, sufficiently tuned in that my reaction impulse was immediate. To put this into context. Drop a paperclip in a room with a cat or sleeping dog and immediately they react to it. Take a human watching tv, reading a book, otherwise consumed... I guess humans like to travel outside themselves and get lost in themselves so much they forget they are even there. It seems, as I was told most human are if not akin to the walking dead, literally the walking dead. At the moment of death we become inspired and enter eternity. Most humans, Uninspired. Lacking color, lacking clarity of thought. Lacking that tuned in to everything sensation that many seem to have as children to an extent, and especially lacking that super sensitivity of wildlife, insects and all mother nature. DMT sure modulates our experience alright, whether smoking dmt is the way to get back to this state in full I do not think that is the case. Its a GREAT reminder, a great thing to help guide you, to help you recognize the voice in this case. How to inspire most people who are uninspired though? Here's one answer
it's pointless. There is a reason a large number of people do not want to know. There is a reason a large number of people are opposed to letting go, to releasing their tension and entering into the light that lies outside convention. Part of this reason is a form of Magic. Magic in the sense that we are all part of God, or some part of God. I suspect that the large majority of people are like the cells in our body... The cells in our body, the supply chains, the interaction, the continual death and rebirth, the droning on of this cyclical system... my cells are probably unaware they are actually all unconsciously working together to fuel this macro-physical imagination that locates itself in our heads and beyond. as a stitch, these micro-physical connection technology's such as distributed nanorobotic intelligence might just be to wake up our cells to this fact and in turn unify our intelligence from the bottom up. On a societal scale in our world, all these unconscious people I saw make up the energy, the raw fuel for those "illuminated" minds in more transcendent dimensions who themselves are wondering, working to figure out the best course of action, the best thing to do with all of this. In this way I see society as a spinning, churning engine of superintent, the larger picture of which the smaller portions of are mostly if not completely unaware of. The news says "This anger, This fear... Is a very Useful feeling to have" I ask the question: For who exactly?
Taking another direction, Terrance Mckenna said if you know the language, the linguistic structure that makes up reality you can make of it what you will. I saw a wort, or now known as a mole or mol centered on the palmside of my middle finger churning in a fractal linguistic space droning in circles "Mol Mol Mol Mol similar to this image http://math.hws.edu/eck/mandelbrot_pics/mandelbrot_3_1280x1024.png although made up of linguistic, sound light. The Mol Mol Mol Mol was a monotone voice droning on itself... I thought, Maybe I could get rid of this mol by tossing in a tangent escalation in frequency to break the mol mol mol mol loop. Mol Mol Moweee mol mol mol mowweeEEeeeoomol mol mol mol... Its a tough one, mol mol mouwweeeeEEE and it went... the scope of it grew beyond proportion and enveloped me completely. For months to years my suspicion has been strongly and confirmed in experience to be molecular nanotechnology based loosely on a spiders web designed to transmit voltage electricity (as to the use of this voltage... tune into the hum *hint hint*) and suddenly I was wrappt tightly head to toe from my middle finger in a spider web like electric tugging sensation. I felt my whole body being sucked into the nanotech mole on my finger but my body had enough outward force to prevent collapsing into this point completely, instead these Mol Mol Mol Mol drones spread all over my body, my face, my neck, my lips, my stomach, my legs, my feet, my hands and arms... I thought to my self "oh no. You have really done it now" I felt the beginning of these warts starting all over my body. I had to do something and that something was to really understand what it was this mole was trying to do to me. I could forget about it and become a freak of area-51 or what you would loosely call a nightmare of nature, or just simply nature... breaking out with morgellons or something, become a slave to the unconscious, droning on day to day having directions inserted and executed without a thought. No thanks. Im here to understand, to be a valuable coagulation of such understanding and work to spread this understanding, whatever comes and to my best with it. And that intent became my release from that particular dilemma
Area 51- I kinda always wondered what they were up to... not like seriously, because seriously what could you know. I hear stories of strange purple psycholinguistic hyperfluid centrifuges and such as the drives for various space vehicles ... I had Dreams at age two of being submerged by men in white suits into this purple, tingly, irridescent psychofluid. "Take a look" they said "Dont be afraid, get close" as I kneel down to touch this vast expanse of purple fluid that seems to go infinitely deep in this wide and spacious concrete building. Suddenly I feel the floor drop out from underneath me and before I realize im falling into this goop, and I turn to look up and see the three men standing safely on the platform above me, watching me go deeper and deeper as I am enveloped with fear, "THEY TRICKED ME!" I thought to myself and without hesitation one of these men floated down into the fluid with me, and floating in front of me he said to me "dont be afraid: Its okay. This is an opportunity. In here, you can do anything. Here, let me show you. Watch closely." when before my eyes I saw a coagulating, spinning point of light, and two more points of light appear beside that one to create a triangle, and between these points opened up a space that we both went spiraling into like magic and without a trace we were in another world of swimming, undulating what I guess is like floating blobby worm snake creatures ... totally out of this world... and we spiraled back to the purple fluid. Falling with no ground to stand on, and no roof above me he said "you see? Now you try! Think of anything you can imagine! Go, Give it a try!" I imagined a point of light, then I imagined something else and just like that I entered into my life, waking up from what was "just a dream" ?
Area 51 Continued- Like the mol mol mol moling nanorobitics in my middle finger and the purple psychofluid that takes you to worlds beyond your imagination I was shown part of this machine they were working on, They called it something like linguistic protoplasm, or linguistic flesh... which appeared to be like a coil of colorful, mirrorlike metalic rainbows infused with gushing fleshy light that spewed geometric guts of the imagination... thinking to myself this is what I am made of. I had thoughts part of the mediation in forming this hypertechnology has to do with television, and a combination of all sorts of media liguistic structures infused with... its confusing, life, guts, meat, intent, mental systems... At the time they told me "I don't want to know, or ... now you know, but They don't want to know" Because... Beautiful, appauling... unbelievable...Who's working on this?
Becoming an Alien myself- This one starts with my second journey on spice. Or rather, my first journey on Ayahuasca: The entity guiding me, as a representative of a greater galactic collective at first was intent on showing me myself. This presented a male energy, a solidarity I could not pass. I wanted to go "There" to be with "Them" But to do that I would have to die, and "Shed my body" but at the time I didnt think of it as sheding a body. I thought of it as death. This "intent" closed ever near and from eternal bliss I was drawn into a black hole of death. I couldnt breath. God I really want to be there though. Man Im suffocating! I can't breath *intent moves in closer* But ... but I realy would like to be "There" I feel my body tingling, the bad tingle, the death ache, the nerves shocking... deteriorating... Man I really wish I could breath!!!!!! AH PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!! - Okay, I WANT TO LIVE! Suddenly I popped out of the black hole and was back in my bedroom and took the deepest, most lively, fulfilling breath of my life. Suddenly the male energy disappeared and I asked "please, be patient with me" and it backed up and became a very pleasant, overwhelmingly female energy of which it remained. That was one of the only times I have experienced a predominately male energy, and it of unbending intent to teach me a lesson, to force me to choose, one way or the other, to not hang around in limbo. And once I chose, It was there to take me in, either way and thats what I love about it. That is a long start to this one but my second journey on spice, I was suddenly enveloped completely by this fractal machine from what seemed the outside in, but it extended all the way to the core. This machine was the most beautiful female I have ever encountered, epitomizing all of my relationships, every woman I have ever known combined to create a superfemale that transcends the boundaries of humanness. I was struck with the fact that this thing has ALWAYS BEEN HERE. Its Always been me. "Glad you have finally woken up honey!" She said to me. "Would you like to see what you have in store?" she re-assured me when I am complete, me and her, the other, will be unified and in flight for eternity. She took me for a ride to show me, like an eagle soaring on waves after waves of hyperspace... Auh... Fantastic... It was an entire relationship in a flash. an entire lifetime, lifetimes of lifetimes in a flash, a flight. but I saw this female energy as coming from the outside in. IN becoming an Alien recently, I realized that my body is a mask. My body is like a shell that is covering the alien within. like dreams spilling over into reality, this fractal alien machine broke through and I saw how Insane I must seem to the other "people" in everyday life looking like I do, not only in a human body, but now bursting out of my shell alienness... And at that moment I heard a loud "chop chop chop chop" approaching from over the hill... The black helicopters... I thought to myself but where did this one come from? *Hin hint Tune into the frequency dimensional travel* as it hovered and flew directly over my place of residence... Observing... Saying to themselves and myself along the lines of "What a Fascinating specimin, an independant life form as they rambled on about these details of such alien lifeforms coming to life inside the general sleeping population, ... myself... I like my alien form... And to know that they are up there watching us come alive... Becoming alien others ourselves...
A good lesson / exercise - Reality is sewn in words: Replace I with We... part of the new language of being. Ill cut it off here.