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Rising Star
So I am writing this, as a mostly a means to record what I saw last night, and share with you the most real/slightly terrifying/ridiculous reaction I have ever seen, to the spice. I am still trying to figure out what exactly happened, but in short, I believe my friend became a vessel for an entity, which was wishing to communicate with us.
My friend has never smoked Changa before, nor has he had more than a couple psychedelic experiences in his life, the last being about 12 years ago. He grows weed, builds drag cars, makes guns, and trains to compete in international body building competitions...He is also pretty far into the occult, and has been initiated into some fairly deep circles of knowledge, with in Masonry, and other circles.
I have been trying to get him to smoke changa with my brother and I for a good while, and he finally wanted to, after we had his wife try some. While she was out, on the couch, talking to some unseen entity, apologizing, crying, and being hurled through hyperspace, he said he was ready. Once his wife was out, I had him finish her bowl, as he didn't want a lot...I didn't think there was much in it, but I guess I was wrong, as he took a masssssive rip, and just laid back in his seat.
I finished the bowl, closed my eyes, and dove into some imagery for a moment, and tried to check in with the space. When I opened them, something crazy began to happen.
I looked over to my friend, who suddenly sat straight up. Very robotically, he took his hands, brought them to hips hips, and worked them upward, to his chest, points his hands straight forward, back, then outward towards the side, and then followed the same pattern of movement back down. It almost looked like he was pop locking... He stood up from the chair, looks over at me with a look of pure bliss, and no recognition. He stands, shuffles past the leg rest, and into the center of the room.
He begins doing the exact same hand motions, but facing in different directions, while rotating around a center point. He squats to the ground after each series of gestures, and then raises back up, before circling to his next direction. The poses remind me of egyptian hieroglyphs, as they were very flat, and symmetrical. Eventually he he says "I am here with out restrictions," and stands for a while in the center of the room....just staring at me, as if waiting for me to ask him questions.
I am silent however, as I am a little bit terrified. Here is one of my oldest friends, seemingly possessed, doing and extremely precise series of gesturing, and then speaking in a robotic tone, announcing his presence in the space. Also, he is a body builder, so he is huuuuuuuuge, as he is only a month or so away from a big competition. He has never been larger, and appeared to be 8 feet tall from my vantage point.
Part of me is just waiting for the carnage -- like, I am sitting there saying to myself: "Oh fuck, this is my fault, he could just waste all of us in this room, effortlessly, and I did it...I have broken my friend. Am I going to die? No no, let us just ride this out, and see what happens, what ever is going on, he has tapped into some serious energies."
So he continues to stand in front of me for a moment, and none of us say a thing. He just looks at me, and eventually says "The vessel fights for control," and shuts down. He sits on the ground for a minute, facing his chair, laughs, and then stands up again, and goes back to his starting point, seated in a comfy recliner. The look on his face is nothing but utter pleasure. He begins to laugh again, when we say his name, saying how incredible, and ridiculous it was.
Eventually we ask him about what he was perceiving. He said that he had encountered 7 entities, who were trying to breakthrough into this reality, but he was trying to keep them from doing so.
We asked him if he remembered anything he said or did, and he had no recollection of standing up, and doing a bunch of movements, nor saying anything at all. After a moment, things begin to collect though. He says that he was speaking to 1 of 7 entities, which were representations of a unified consciousness, and were attempting to communicate outward. It showed him a series of movements, and told him to remember them, and eventually took his body, to demonstrate them. While this was happening, he says he was trying with all of his will to just stop himself from levitating, or being pulled away... He eventually recalls walking into the middle of the room, and seeing nothing but energy. He says the entities were almost looking for an audience to communicate with... And he says that they when he was looking around the room, with closed eyes, he could see all of our energies, and that when he saw mine, it was the only energy suitable for communication.
So here we are, all mostly back into reality, just completely blown away... All of us collectively start kicking ourselves for not asking him any questions when he was walking around, performing these rather precise choreographed movements, and being a vessel for 1 of 7. We keep telling ourselves what happened over and over, so we can remember it all...I am just blown away by all of this, especially the numerology, as the whole day preceding this moment, I kept seeing series of 7's everywhere. Literally from the moment I woke up, I was seeing 777...in my car, heading to a different friends house, my odometer hits 67777. When I get there, he showed me a a metal mold he machined out, with a 777 on it...Then this friend, who sees the 7 entities...
Needless to say, it was s trange day. So so so so so strange. I have never seen anything happen like that in my life.
Thanks Changa, for keeping shit real. And to whomever reads this. If you have any stories of similar things happening, I want to know!!
My friend has never smoked Changa before, nor has he had more than a couple psychedelic experiences in his life, the last being about 12 years ago. He grows weed, builds drag cars, makes guns, and trains to compete in international body building competitions...He is also pretty far into the occult, and has been initiated into some fairly deep circles of knowledge, with in Masonry, and other circles.
I have been trying to get him to smoke changa with my brother and I for a good while, and he finally wanted to, after we had his wife try some. While she was out, on the couch, talking to some unseen entity, apologizing, crying, and being hurled through hyperspace, he said he was ready. Once his wife was out, I had him finish her bowl, as he didn't want a lot...I didn't think there was much in it, but I guess I was wrong, as he took a masssssive rip, and just laid back in his seat.
I finished the bowl, closed my eyes, and dove into some imagery for a moment, and tried to check in with the space. When I opened them, something crazy began to happen.
I looked over to my friend, who suddenly sat straight up. Very robotically, he took his hands, brought them to hips hips, and worked them upward, to his chest, points his hands straight forward, back, then outward towards the side, and then followed the same pattern of movement back down. It almost looked like he was pop locking... He stood up from the chair, looks over at me with a look of pure bliss, and no recognition. He stands, shuffles past the leg rest, and into the center of the room.
He begins doing the exact same hand motions, but facing in different directions, while rotating around a center point. He squats to the ground after each series of gestures, and then raises back up, before circling to his next direction. The poses remind me of egyptian hieroglyphs, as they were very flat, and symmetrical. Eventually he he says "I am here with out restrictions," and stands for a while in the center of the room....just staring at me, as if waiting for me to ask him questions.
I am silent however, as I am a little bit terrified. Here is one of my oldest friends, seemingly possessed, doing and extremely precise series of gesturing, and then speaking in a robotic tone, announcing his presence in the space. Also, he is a body builder, so he is huuuuuuuuge, as he is only a month or so away from a big competition. He has never been larger, and appeared to be 8 feet tall from my vantage point.
Part of me is just waiting for the carnage -- like, I am sitting there saying to myself: "Oh fuck, this is my fault, he could just waste all of us in this room, effortlessly, and I did it...I have broken my friend. Am I going to die? No no, let us just ride this out, and see what happens, what ever is going on, he has tapped into some serious energies."
So he continues to stand in front of me for a moment, and none of us say a thing. He just looks at me, and eventually says "The vessel fights for control," and shuts down. He sits on the ground for a minute, facing his chair, laughs, and then stands up again, and goes back to his starting point, seated in a comfy recliner. The look on his face is nothing but utter pleasure. He begins to laugh again, when we say his name, saying how incredible, and ridiculous it was.
Eventually we ask him about what he was perceiving. He said that he had encountered 7 entities, who were trying to breakthrough into this reality, but he was trying to keep them from doing so.
We asked him if he remembered anything he said or did, and he had no recollection of standing up, and doing a bunch of movements, nor saying anything at all. After a moment, things begin to collect though. He says that he was speaking to 1 of 7 entities, which were representations of a unified consciousness, and were attempting to communicate outward. It showed him a series of movements, and told him to remember them, and eventually took his body, to demonstrate them. While this was happening, he says he was trying with all of his will to just stop himself from levitating, or being pulled away... He eventually recalls walking into the middle of the room, and seeing nothing but energy. He says the entities were almost looking for an audience to communicate with... And he says that they when he was looking around the room, with closed eyes, he could see all of our energies, and that when he saw mine, it was the only energy suitable for communication.
So here we are, all mostly back into reality, just completely blown away... All of us collectively start kicking ourselves for not asking him any questions when he was walking around, performing these rather precise choreographed movements, and being a vessel for 1 of 7. We keep telling ourselves what happened over and over, so we can remember it all...I am just blown away by all of this, especially the numerology, as the whole day preceding this moment, I kept seeing series of 7's everywhere. Literally from the moment I woke up, I was seeing 777...in my car, heading to a different friends house, my odometer hits 67777. When I get there, he showed me a a metal mold he machined out, with a 777 on it...Then this friend, who sees the 7 entities...
Needless to say, it was s trange day. So so so so so strange. I have never seen anything happen like that in my life.
Thanks Changa, for keeping shit real. And to whomever reads this. If you have any stories of similar things happening, I want to know!!