runemaster
Rising Star
Hello! I am new, and I have not tried DMT. However, I had an unusual set of experiences with Salvia, and after many weeks of searching for information regarding a certain entity, I have arrived at this forum. There are a series of threads that involve the subject of my experience. Howbeit, I may not post as yet due to my being new.
A certain member will copy my report, and he will paste it in the appropriate places.
Thank you, and what follows is a paste of my experience:
Yes, I read some of the articles you mentioned. My experience with the entity was very real. I would say it was as real as it can get, "hyper-realistic."
I was depressed, so I decided to seek spirituality. I had forgotten my Christian teaching that I should not deal with "Sorcery," for, in my opinion, that is what doing drugs for the sake of contact with spirits is.
I went online, and after exhaustive research, ordered a couple of small bags of Salvia 20X. I made preparations to address the experience in the most sacred of ways. I was not going to do like the average jerk on the net, but I would pray, and I would come in humility.
My friend would sit for me. Mind you, I threw the stuff away after the second experience due to some hauntings that occurred to my wife and friend. She was totally oblivious to my having delved into this.
I prepared with my friend a prayer-type ritual. I say ritual because he decided to use his Native American knowledge to "smoke" my home out with Sage. This would ward off evil spirits according to him.
I put on some very nice Native American flute music in the background. He sat near me and kept time. I told him to count the seconds.
I sat on the couch and prepared a bowl of the Salvia to smoke in a pipe. I did not put much in it, but just about to the rim. I inhaled. Later he would tell me that I hardly made it to 27 seconds.
The first part of this experience was purely psychic. I had the feeling my soul was lying in the corner of someone’s apartment. I could see a balcony and the sun was near setting, but bright in the sky. I felt like there was someone or something in that apartment, the entity itself. Perhaps even spirits as these live in apartments. She, it seems, was preparing herself, and I was very securely kept in some corner of her dwelling.
It appears she, or it, placed an image of a city before my sight. It was a very poor painting I might add. I had the suspicion that this spirit was attempting to fool me into thinking I had seen the holy city mentioned in the bible. This is where the idea came to me that this was a demon. Why would a spirit of God lie?
On the other hand, it could have been some "Alien," and it may have been trying to communicate with me in human terms, using religious concepts as a way to do so.
I felt that it picked me up, and then I had the vision of what appeared to be an indistinct robed woman walking down a long blue stairway, like a stairway from heaven.
I heard a voice of a man in the background. In a commanding voice it said, "Do not take too long with him"! The robed figure turned to look back. There appeared to be a rocky slope on both sides of the staircase, and it felt as if God dwelt beyond the top of the stairs somewhere in the midst of an unseen city, that he was administering things much like an office administrator.
The next thing I know, I am being flown down some kind of channel or tunnel, the entity is carrying me. I feel small, as if I am a baby-sized soul being carried by a huge figure, a maternal one at that. I felt like Dante with Virgil.
Although we are traveling very fast down this corridor that leans downward at an angle, I can vaguely make out things along the way, along the walls. It feels as if there are decorations along the walls, just zipping past, and these have an eastern feel to them, like Chinese or Indian.
I am about to gain consciousness of my earth surroundings. Much later, I would recall that the entity and I emerged out of an arch, again "blue" with those eastern decorations. As the entity emerged from the end arch of the tunnel, I could see the sun, and pow! I was on my back, on the kitchen floor of my home.
I was on the floor struggling with some force. I had no idea what was happening to me. The experiences mentioned would come to me later, but for now, it was very real.
I thought I was going to die. I thrashed with all my soul against what felt like a torrential force, invisible. My friend, ex-brother-in law was standing near the stove, hands folded, and staring down at me in with a serious and inquisitive stare. For a moment, I thought my soon to be death, had something to do with him; that he was some how a conspirator overseeing this event.
I struggled, and as the force relaxed its grip, I could begin to make out its outline. It was not quite invisible, maybe 95 percent so, but I could make out that it had tentacles. These tentacles were covered in tiny window-like scales. They were colorful. I had the feeling that these were not eyes at all, but windows. I had the idea that these windows were multitudes of realities that it was in charge of overseeing, its case load. The tentacles were coiled around my limbs. It was in front of me, over me. It was doing something with its tentacles. I believe it was preparing to communicate with me. I feel it must have made some connection with my mind because now, as the tentacles relaxed my limbs, I could also see (in my minds eye), the womanly robed figure ascending the staircase, head bowed, and dignified, as if it was saying, "I mean you no harm, and I am leaving now."
As I sat up from the kitchen floor, the thing still enveloped me, but slowly it continued to uncoil my limbs. It was actually leading me. I got up and went with it into the living room. My friend followed us.
There I stood facing upward and walking toward the wall of my living room. I stopped, and the coils unwound my arm in a snake-like manner, so smooth and electrical. Yes, there was an entire electrical aspect to this. I could feel the tingling all over my body. It felt good.
Now I held on to one of the tentacles with both hands, might have been a tail, as it slipped between my fingers, electrical. It was ascending through my living room ceiling were the ceiling and the wall meet.
I looked back at my friend, who was sitting there on the couch. "Tony, this is as real as it gets, I can feel it. Do you see my hands? I am holding it."
I cried up to it, "Don't leave me in this world. Please, take me with you. Please don't leave me here. I am a good man"!
I looked at my friend, and he said, "It's not your time yet brother."
It had left now. I stood there supercharged with that electrical tingling sensation all over my body. I rubbed my friend down, my dog, and I got on my knees and hailed heaven.
Praise be to heaven! Praise heaven! Praise heaven!
I was manic for days. I felt great.
That would all come to an end the next and final time I used the Salvia.
A certain member will copy my report, and he will paste it in the appropriate places.
Thank you, and what follows is a paste of my experience:
Yes, I read some of the articles you mentioned. My experience with the entity was very real. I would say it was as real as it can get, "hyper-realistic."
I was depressed, so I decided to seek spirituality. I had forgotten my Christian teaching that I should not deal with "Sorcery," for, in my opinion, that is what doing drugs for the sake of contact with spirits is.
I went online, and after exhaustive research, ordered a couple of small bags of Salvia 20X. I made preparations to address the experience in the most sacred of ways. I was not going to do like the average jerk on the net, but I would pray, and I would come in humility.
My friend would sit for me. Mind you, I threw the stuff away after the second experience due to some hauntings that occurred to my wife and friend. She was totally oblivious to my having delved into this.
I prepared with my friend a prayer-type ritual. I say ritual because he decided to use his Native American knowledge to "smoke" my home out with Sage. This would ward off evil spirits according to him.
I put on some very nice Native American flute music in the background. He sat near me and kept time. I told him to count the seconds.
I sat on the couch and prepared a bowl of the Salvia to smoke in a pipe. I did not put much in it, but just about to the rim. I inhaled. Later he would tell me that I hardly made it to 27 seconds.
The first part of this experience was purely psychic. I had the feeling my soul was lying in the corner of someone’s apartment. I could see a balcony and the sun was near setting, but bright in the sky. I felt like there was someone or something in that apartment, the entity itself. Perhaps even spirits as these live in apartments. She, it seems, was preparing herself, and I was very securely kept in some corner of her dwelling.
It appears she, or it, placed an image of a city before my sight. It was a very poor painting I might add. I had the suspicion that this spirit was attempting to fool me into thinking I had seen the holy city mentioned in the bible. This is where the idea came to me that this was a demon. Why would a spirit of God lie?
On the other hand, it could have been some "Alien," and it may have been trying to communicate with me in human terms, using religious concepts as a way to do so.
I felt that it picked me up, and then I had the vision of what appeared to be an indistinct robed woman walking down a long blue stairway, like a stairway from heaven.
I heard a voice of a man in the background. In a commanding voice it said, "Do not take too long with him"! The robed figure turned to look back. There appeared to be a rocky slope on both sides of the staircase, and it felt as if God dwelt beyond the top of the stairs somewhere in the midst of an unseen city, that he was administering things much like an office administrator.
The next thing I know, I am being flown down some kind of channel or tunnel, the entity is carrying me. I feel small, as if I am a baby-sized soul being carried by a huge figure, a maternal one at that. I felt like Dante with Virgil.
Although we are traveling very fast down this corridor that leans downward at an angle, I can vaguely make out things along the way, along the walls. It feels as if there are decorations along the walls, just zipping past, and these have an eastern feel to them, like Chinese or Indian.
I am about to gain consciousness of my earth surroundings. Much later, I would recall that the entity and I emerged out of an arch, again "blue" with those eastern decorations. As the entity emerged from the end arch of the tunnel, I could see the sun, and pow! I was on my back, on the kitchen floor of my home.
I was on the floor struggling with some force. I had no idea what was happening to me. The experiences mentioned would come to me later, but for now, it was very real.
I thought I was going to die. I thrashed with all my soul against what felt like a torrential force, invisible. My friend, ex-brother-in law was standing near the stove, hands folded, and staring down at me in with a serious and inquisitive stare. For a moment, I thought my soon to be death, had something to do with him; that he was some how a conspirator overseeing this event.
I struggled, and as the force relaxed its grip, I could begin to make out its outline. It was not quite invisible, maybe 95 percent so, but I could make out that it had tentacles. These tentacles were covered in tiny window-like scales. They were colorful. I had the feeling that these were not eyes at all, but windows. I had the idea that these windows were multitudes of realities that it was in charge of overseeing, its case load. The tentacles were coiled around my limbs. It was in front of me, over me. It was doing something with its tentacles. I believe it was preparing to communicate with me. I feel it must have made some connection with my mind because now, as the tentacles relaxed my limbs, I could also see (in my minds eye), the womanly robed figure ascending the staircase, head bowed, and dignified, as if it was saying, "I mean you no harm, and I am leaving now."
As I sat up from the kitchen floor, the thing still enveloped me, but slowly it continued to uncoil my limbs. It was actually leading me. I got up and went with it into the living room. My friend followed us.
There I stood facing upward and walking toward the wall of my living room. I stopped, and the coils unwound my arm in a snake-like manner, so smooth and electrical. Yes, there was an entire electrical aspect to this. I could feel the tingling all over my body. It felt good.
Now I held on to one of the tentacles with both hands, might have been a tail, as it slipped between my fingers, electrical. It was ascending through my living room ceiling were the ceiling and the wall meet.
I looked back at my friend, who was sitting there on the couch. "Tony, this is as real as it gets, I can feel it. Do you see my hands? I am holding it."
I cried up to it, "Don't leave me in this world. Please, take me with you. Please don't leave me here. I am a good man"!
I looked at my friend, and he said, "It's not your time yet brother."
It had left now. I stood there supercharged with that electrical tingling sensation all over my body. I rubbed my friend down, my dog, and I got on my knees and hailed heaven.
Praise be to heaven! Praise heaven! Praise heaven!
I was manic for days. I felt great.
That would all come to an end the next and final time I used the Salvia.
