together-love
Esteemed member
(I posted some of this content on another thread, but I’ve advanced my thinking, and decided to put my new thinking here, rather than just bury it deep in the replies of the other thread. For those who have already read this, I apologize for the redundancy)
Hi,
I’m about to share a story, which many of you won’t believe. That’s fine. This is for the tiny fraction of you that do believe.
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1) I wrote a sprawling stream of consciousness version of my story. But it’s way too long. And somewhat incoherent.
So here’s a coherent summary:
Two ancient factions of interdimensional entities are at war. OP, for some reason, gets a fragment of an ancient soul implanted, in order to become King of Tribe A. He is trying to piece together what is going on. He keeps asking “what is my calling? what am i supposed to do?”. And eventually, he is frustrated and takes a long break and forgets. Forgets almost everything except that he had a wild experience. When he eventually comes back, Tribe A is glad to see him and continues to teach him. But Tribe B crashes into his reality and tries to shred his consciousness to pieces. As if they were waiting for him to come back. In the battle (Battle 3) he thinks of his wife and kids, and that allows him to re-center around this reality. He doesn’t just think of his wife and kids, he yearns for their love, and to get back to them. They are the anchor and rope that he pulls on to glue the pieces of his consciousness back together. He survives the attack. He somehow keeps his mind together. He walks inside and eats some chocolate ice cream. So good. And he (naively) thinks this means “the battle is over”. Shortly after, there’s another ferocious attack (Battle 4), and another, and another. The last message he gets is “you will die”. And before he (potentially) dies, he stops going back (good choice) and he’s now on this particular forum on this particular site, asking others “has anybody else seen this as well over the last week?”. OP takes warning seriously and will not go back. “I need help” is a call for help to those that can suspend disbelief, to piece the puzzle together. Who is Tribe A, who is Tribe B, why are they at war, is Love enough to survive? Is Love enough to “win”? What are the win conditions? What does it mean to “win”? And has anybody on this planet seen anything at all that would corroborate this narrative?
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2) Proposed Strata / Layers: “The Depths”
I want to propose a set of layers for us to have a shared lexicon. This is an imperfect proposal, open to edits and changes. I’ll leave it to you all, the wisdom of the crowd.
I believe we have some decently explained strata of the DMT experience. (Forgive my imprecise terminology; I’m not familiar with the latest strata others have agreed on)
——— Sorted from least deep, to most deep ———
Layer 4) Sub-threshhold (not sure if that’s the agreed term)
— Goler - “code of reality” w/ laser
Layer 3) Waiting Room (not sure if this is the dose Carhart-Harris uses)
— Carhart-Harris - “therapeutic” use for depression (studies vs. Lexapro; recanalization of the brain; disrupting the default mode network)
current zeitgeist - “plant medicine”. Not exactly positive Carhart-Harris is sub threshhold or waiting room or breakthrough
Layer 2) Breakthrough (perhaps this is 25mg? +/- 10mg?)
— McKenna - “Chrysanthemum, Elf Machines” (I believe he reports a lifetime total of doing DMT 30-40 times)
— Strassman - “Spirit Molecule” (observed many; however only did DMT once himself)
— Gallimore - “The Others” and an effort to map them out via DMTx.
Layer 1) Proposed: The Depths (The Mariana Trench) — approximately 25-50mg (maybe even 75mg-100mg? - I stopped measuring freebase (which is probably foolish)). My technique is to vaporize in one inhale. Sometimes I use an MAOi tea. Also, I use pure white crystals, no yellow (no jungle spice).
— I wonder if there are many trip reports at this depth? Are there many reports of entities at this depth? There aren’t humanoids at this depth. These entities are bizarre. Really bizarre. (and it’s possible on this site, there are reports of these very entities, I don’t know, I’m new to this site)
— And another question….are there people that have repeatedly visited The Depths. Repeatedly done 75mg?
Because that’s what I have done, I’ve gone back to that depth repeatedly and in short succession, and that’s what has been so wondrous, and that’s what has been so terrifying. Like getting to the depths of the ocean and seeing entities that only exist at that depth. If you’ve seen the deep sea creatures in our oceans, you know what I mean.
It’s possible that I went so far down that I hit the floor of the ocean (Layer 0???), unintentionally.
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If Goler’s discovery is that, in the shallows of sub-breakthrough, you can see the code of reality; I’m arguing that, in The Depths / at sufficient doses (and with the permission of the entities), you can “become reality”; and that you can “scrub” across different versions of reality, just as a video editor can scrub across a video. And that the scrub mechanism looks like a set of Rouleaux Triangles connected edge-to edge in a long line (sort of like connected triangular empanadas in an organic skin casing). And that’s just one of the bizarre entities I experienced at that depth. There are a multitude of entities, I believe, that have evolved and existed for many many years (hundreds of millions of years?, billions? outside of space-time?), that can only be seen at The Depths
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3) Ontology
Buried in my stream of consciousness initial post, was a hurried attempt at a contribution to the ontology at “The Depths” (proposed Layer 1).
If I may, let me try to rewrite and clarify here.
Sort order: Roughly going from most powerful to least powerful
— The Creator - Armillary Sphere - colors were surprisingly normal like purple rings, white rings (the rings looked more “ribbon” like than asteroid dust). It looked very much like it was “an entity” rather than being some amorphous “godhead”” - This was the core of reality, the creator of reality. I wouldn’t call it “God”. Somehow it let my consciousness merge with it for what felt like a long time, but was probably just a dozen seconds of clock time. I asked it “are you in the Universe, or is the Universe in you”? It suggested that the Universe was one of many. I didn’t get a clear read on whether it created The Universe. One of it’s messages was “your universe doesn’t matter” suggesting to me that there are a multidue of universes (multi-verse theory?). This one felt outside of space-time. Perhaps this was part of Layer 0 in my proposed strata. I’ve seen The Creator once. It was unclear to me if the Creator was an entity, or perhaps some sort of enormous machinery that entities had made?
To get a sense of what I mean “outside of space-time”…..imagine you are at the bottom of the ocean. it’s pitch black. and you have earplugs in, so you can’t here anything. and you are in a huge waterproof box. like a deprivation tank, but so far from this human life, that you can feel the “nothingness”. It feels like time has stopped. It feels like “space” doesn’t exist. It’s just you.
Now an enormous armillary sphere entity shows up, The Creator. It feels like The Creator exists without space or time. It just exists.
Now…….whether you are truly “outside” of space-time is debatable. Maybe you are just in a deprivation tank when you meet The Creator. (note that the two other entities below, The Editor and The Engineer and The Paradox all exist in this same feeling “outside of space-time”)
— The Editor - Rouleax Triangles “reality class” in organic casing. I saw this a couple of times, once after a battle. From afar, this looks like a bunch of Rouleax Triangles that are edge to edge. Sort of like those long “snake” Rubik’s Cubes that can be made straight. But close up, it felt like giant Rouleaux Triangles in a “mesh” like organization. The color was sort of beige-skin-toned. The casing sort of looking like a sausage casing or ootheca. I call it The Editor because it felt like by tilting my head, I could “scrub” across it and feel different variations of reality. That part was wild. This one felt outside of space-time. Perhaps this was part of Layer 0 in my proposed strata. I don’t understand the relation to the Creator, but it seems perhaps like a control panel of The Creator?? Like the Creator was the desktop, and the Editor was a piece of hardware to navigate the creations?? Perhaps the Triangles are each an egg? Or a nymph? I’ve seen The Editor two or three times. It felt like each triangle may have been it’s own variation of reality.
— The Engineer - Enormous Insectoid - “insect class” As I scrubbed across realities, the Enormous Insectoid was hanging out, talking to me. Sort of like it was very familiar with scrubbing across realitities. Like it was the video engineer / audio engineer, and I was a guest in it’s production studio. It seemed pleased that I was there. And I verbally responded “you are incredible, so beautiful, this thing you’ve created. So clever”. Perhaps it was the insectoid that made all of this? It’s hard to recall. But it definitely felt like I was communing with it. I was taking in what it was able to do. If I were to analogize it to an insect, it’s hard to say, and I worry about minimizing it. Sort of like Jabba the Hut meets a giant grasshopper? I’ve seen The Engineer a few times. Is the Engineer the creator of the Editor? Like maybe it’s an animal that created each Rouleax Triangle, like a fish might lay eggs. Does the Engineer use The Creator to make realities?
— The Paradox - “psychotic class” - another entity that seems to exist outside of space time. This one seems to merge with your consciousness and just confuse the hell out of you. My sense is it shows paradox after paradox. It feels like, what I imagine intense psychosis would feel like. Like the inability to hold thoughts, because the thoughts it provides are so unorthodox. It feels like it’s teaching something important, but I’m not sure what. I have a vague sense it is training the mind, perhaps steeling the mind against psionic attacks. Like Dumbledore preparing Snape; but instead of hiding ones thoughts, this is actually a somewhat torturous feeling, that teaches with intense discomfort. I’ve seen the Paradox several times. Another visual: If you’ve ever seen a bouncing ball that is pressed between two objects and bounces so fast that you can’t even see it bouncing, it bounces towards an asymptote - that “chattering” is what it feels like. But instead of it being a ball, it is visual after visual after visual after visual that are changing so quickly that you cant even follow it. And they often seem like contradictory thoughts and images. It’s just so bizarre. It makes me think that a person with deep schizophrenia might experience something like this, hence “psychotic class"
— The Crab Shell / Plate Armor Landscape - “fortification class”. This one didn’t seem to do much. Imagine a purplish crab shell (plate armor) and then multiply that into a large field / mesh of crab shells. That’s what this was like. hundreds of plate armor together in a sort of gently curved landscape. I don’t know if it does much, it sort of felt like a fortress wall. Every so often, there’s an paramecium-like cilia that sticks out of one of the vertex of the crab shell, perhaps like the antennae on the inside of a venus fly trap. In my fifth or sixth battle, I felt adversarial entities attacking the crab shell armor, trying to pull it open, perhaps like a swarm of ants trying to breach the perimeter of a fortress. The crab shells seemed helpless to fight back, which makes me think they were more like an inert wall. I’ve seen the Plate Armor Landscape a copule of times, at least. Perhaps like a “Triangular Diatom Chain”, but not just a triangle of crab plate armor, but much larger and expansive. One time I saw it from the side, like the plate armor was a landscape. One time I saw it like from an overhead view looking down. so the plate armor looked flat, and the occasional cilia reached upwards toward me. It should be noted the plate armor has no 90 degree angles, curvilnear, soft-edged shapes, like Waldorf forms.
— Tentacles Corner - Tentacles in the corner of a three walled flower - “oracle class” Imagine looking at the corner of a room. Three planes intersect. Now put squid tentacles in the middle at the Vertex. Or flower stamen. Or both. I feel like I’ve seen this one several times. But the last time I saw it, it said one message again and again and again “Hide, Hide, Hide”. It got to the point where I said “ok, I get it” and it kept on saying it. (My interpretation at the time was to hide myself from humanity; but an attack shortly after (the third overall attack/assasination) I re-interpreted it as “hide from Tribe B; they are coming for you”. To get to the Tentacles Corner, I experienced myself traversing many corners. This is why I wonder if this is being inside a set of Rouleax Triangle, moving from one to the next, to the next, until you get to the correct Triangle. The color of the planes had a pure white with black shadows, and the color of the squid arms was perhaps yellow, red?
— White Folding On Itself with Colored Springles. “immersion class" This showed up clearly in my last battle, near the beginning of the battle. I don’t know if this was friend or foe. The type of entity looked familiar which was an entity that was curved upon itself, something like a mobius, but with your face much closer up. What struck me about this one was it’s pure white. And the intensity of the movement of it curving in on itself. And the “colored sprinkles” were throughout, but they weren’t the cheerful shades of rainbow sprinkles, but were darker shades. Again, I think I’ve seen this type of entity before, but this ones color scheme was different. It feels like you are “immersed” into it.
— The Mother - “serpentine class” - sadly, this one died after the third attack. I believe I have seen this one many times before, like it was a welcoming presence for many trips. But it was only after it died that I called it “The Mother”. I had the sense that it may have been my mother?? (for my interdimensional half of me). It felt like a great loss. Immediately after the third attack, I went back and saw it moving very slowly, weakly, like it was on death’s doorstep. And the next time I went in, I saw only black, like a funeral. And the next time after that, I paid my respects and prostrated myself to honor The Mother. It felt like an ancient ancient being had died trying to protect me in the third attack.
— Googly Eyes - “forky class” - imagine the face of forky from Toy Story. Then put it on a floating entity where the various elements of the face float slightly independently. My sense is this is an advisor / secretary of state. A member of “the court”. I feel like this entity sent other entities to probe me and help me with my health/body. And felt it was often guiding me. Has not been seen since the third attack.
— The Unfolding Fractal - “transportation class” This is one pathway into The Depths. It is at the beginning of a Trip and is very powerful. Perhaps its like a submarine that dives you quickly into the Depths. Or perhaps it is like a giant unfolding mechanical arm that drags you deeper and deeper into the depths, an express elevator that unfolds dozens of times to get you lower and lower. Last time I saw it I said “this is familiar, but the human won’t remember it”. And it ended up bringing me directly to the Corner / Squid, which is when the Corner / Squid warned me “Hide Hide Hide”. If you look at the image of user:universecannon, it looked like that fractal arm, but imagine that it is a transport that, as it unfolds, it takes you somewhere quickly.
— The Radiance - “manta-ray / butterfly class”. Orange/Red/occasionaly white. Beautiful. Like the folds of a beautiful manta-ray, undulating in your full field of vision. Definitely some distinctive markings on it; patterns, somewhat angular; darkish grey on the orange/red/white background waviness. I’ve experienced this many times. My sense is this is the iridescent feminine divine I “married” in an ancient ceremony early on. It has come back, and usually is at the beginning of a trip. Sensual. Full of love and comfort. I thought it was dead after attack 3. I wondered if this was the same entity as The Mother, everything is so hard to remember. (I don’t think it is the same as The Mother). But eventually it came back at the beginning of another trip, in a burst of power and grace. I was so happy to see it back, it was thrilled to be back to see me. We had a few moments together, until she left and the message was “You are in Danger. You are in Danger.” This preceded attack 4.
— The Enormous Skeptic - “royalty class” - This one had panels / plate armor, but they were like a Paillette dress, but instead of thousands of, it was maybe dozens. the entity was enormous. each panel was white and dangly like sequins. A giant curvilenear mass. Take what you are imagining and multiply it by 100 in size. And this entity has one message. “who the fuck are you? who the fuck are you?” to which I replied “I’m just a human.”. And basically it didn’t accept my anointed position. A huge rejection.
And several others…. most of which I have forgotten in my human mind. (I have this experience in my Other self of “oh, the human isn’t going to remember this; he’s not allowed to / not capable of remembering”)
N.B. The closest allies have banners. When I see Googly Eyes, The Mother, I have the sense that they are carrying banners, much like the banners that flow from the horse riders that go with a european monarch. They are flowy. They are sort of a muted spring green color, mossy or lichen. muted light green. And the pattern is a squared spiral, repeated again and again (at least that’s what I think the pattern is). I’ve seen it enough to recognize it. I have the sense that when I am in the “royal court” that the banners are more plentiful. But I did see the banner once in a trip in nature, flowing off the top of a tree, like a pennant flag in the wind.
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4) Battles and the Battle Mechanics
When I first was assailed, I couldn’t believe it and thought it was a mistake of my techniques “Maybe I held my breath to long". When I was assailed a second time, I thought “wow, that was intense, I don’t know what that was” but my saving grace was a mantra I said repeatedly “Together. Love.”. It’s like I was telling other members of Tribe A to pull together and exude love. And after the intensity passed, I optimistically thought it was a one-time thing. That I had passed some sort of trial...
In my third battle I realized, “OK, this is a thing. This is a fight”. And it was so intense I had to keep reminding myself “Is this really happening? Yes, this is really happening. You have to fight. You have to fight” and what brought me back was centering on Love. It was like they had crossed the boundary from their dimension into ours. For many of us, most of the trips feel like we are “going over there, to their dimension”. But in this one, it felt very much like they had spilled over into our dimension, into my physical space. I don’t believe in ghosts, but it felt like there were multiple “ghosts” or spirits that were frantically moving about (yet I couldn’t really see them). It was terrifying. I kept saying “my friends are not going to believe this story” and then told myself “Focus. You’ve got to focus."
In my fourth, fifth, six battles, I was now cautious (but perhaps not cautious enough since I was still putting myself in attack mode, like James IV at the Battle of Flodden) and recognized the battle as it started (usually with great dread) “OK, come at me. Let’s do this.” and quickly held on to reality with centering on Love. I faded in and out of that centering, but ultimately prevailed.
Why did I go back? Because I sensed my Tribe A asking me to come back. And I had commited to coming back during the initial ceremony with the feminine divine. So I felt I was honor-bound.
After the sixth battle, I received the very clear message “you will die”. I haven’t been back. But I am still torn about going back. I don’t want to be the commander who foolishly enters battle.
Which is why I finally decided to write something publicly (this conversation thread). I realized that perhaps my better strategy was to see if others had seen it (in the past week) and if so, to perhaps “mobilize” a response. What that “response” would be, I’m not sure. A bunch of people going in with the intention of “love”????
4B) Battle Mechanics.
Each battle was psionic / psychic. For the most part, I just sat on my couch, sometimes outdoors (attacks 1, 2, 3), sometimes indoors (attacks, 4, 5, 6).
What does psionic mean? Perhaps it’s like Professor X, Phoenix and how they might battle. Perhaps there’s other fictional analogies, I don’t know. I haven’t done the research.
I was holding together my consciousness, while they seemed to try to pull it apart. Perhaps like attacking ants, trying to rip apart the queen ant of another tribe. Or perhaps they attack like worker bees who vibrate and heat up to try to fend off the attack of a wasp (at least I think I’ve read that behavior before).
So my role, it felt, was to literally hold my consciousness together.
At the same time, as mentioned in the section on Entities, where my consciousness seemed to merge with reality, there was some of that going on as well. Imagine with The Editor, that you are an Engineer, and you are now fighting with Tribe B adversaries over who gets to Scrub across the various realities. Yes, yes, that’s what it felt like. Like we were both trying to get a hold of the controls. (By the way, I am integrating this live, trying to pull from the recesses of my memory). So I guess we were fighting for control of the dial of reaility (or of reaility-switching???)
Some other mechanics:
— Telepathic. As many of you on this forum probably have experienced, there are telepathic messages that come through. In the case of an attack there are definitely telepathic messages. Some of which are of alarm. Some of which are answering my questions in real-time “Is this really happening? Yes, it’s really happening. Focus.” or “Breathe. You have to protect your human vessel and remember to breathe.”. Which is why one mantra was “Focus. Breathe.”. I had to focus on maintaining hold of the scrubbing control.
— Time jittering. Somehow in the battles, time began to jitter. Like it started to move in split second increments. Sort of like if a game gets slightly laggy. But more consistently jittery than the lag of a game. split second jitters. I’m not sure why it jitters like that.
— Eyes twitch. The eyes twitch, but also move left to right, up down. Verbally I say “I understand”. As information is telepathically communicated, somehow the movement of the eyes helps me process what is going on. As if the eyes are an involuntary movement that helps with receiving communication. Almost like there were multiple entities talking to me at once from the mayhem of a battle, and I was trying to absorb it all, and filter out what was important vs. what wasn’t important. This was especially true in battle 2, and 3 (outside, open eyes) and battle 5 (inside, open eyes). battle 4 and 6 were closed eyes, and in the dark. My eyes may have been twitching in the closed eye battles, but I was more aware of it with the open eye battles.
— Pulling from human memories. In battle 3, I found myself very clearly drawing on and referencing multiple human stories…..like phrases from battle scenes in movies, or phrases from people I admired or respected. I experienced it as if the totality of my consciousness, a bunch of vectors combined into one mind, was pulling on all of these concepts from all of these “teachers”. And in those moments, I thought “all of this human experience is telling stories again and again, the hero’s journey, to train me for this moment.” and “damn, I wish I were better skilled at this. i’m probably 50th percentile at best, there must be many many others who would fare better than me”. and to which i held onto the memory of my love for my wife and kids. I held onto it and pulled myself out of the mayhem of the attack. like pulling on a rope until you are out of danger. i held onto their love, and i thought “maybe my loyalty and devotion is my saving grace.” but even still, i imagine maybe i’m just in the 70th percentile of loyalty and devotion. I’m OK at it, but not something to write home about.
Special note: it was at this point of pulling from human memories that I thought “I hope that the Navy Seals and other special forces will go to these Depths, because I think they will know how to organize, how to prepare. They can go in as teams.” Also, “they say in war that logistics can win the war. I’m fricking here on my own, stumbling around. If the special forces were here, they would nail the logistics, and have a shot at winning this war. Perhaps I one a battle (this was battle 3) but I don’t know how to win the war. I mean, I don’t even know who we are fighting, what we are fighting for, or how to fight? I’m just “fighting with love” but is that a winning tactic? What is the overall strategy we need to win? What does it even mean to win? Peace between Tribe A and B???” And is it a short-term peace, or are we trying to fix this once and for all?
— Tilting my head. Not sure if this was in battle, or after the battle, but when looking at the Rouleax Triangle controls of The Editor, I found that if I tilted my head, that was when the Scrubbing happened. I have the vague sense that this also happened in battle. Almost as if the Tribe B adversary was trying to put “our reality” askew and out of focus, and I was tilting my head to try to get it balanced and in focus”. And the depth of field of the focus was shallow, so I had to be somewhat precise to get it back.
— Mechanic / Robot. In some ways the battle felt like I was a mechanic. And the sum of Tribe A + Tribe B was actual a single robot, but a robot that was in distress. Imagine a robot in distress where different parts of the robot are out of sync and the robot has reached a harmonic frequency where it could shatter. Now imagine a mechanic trying to fix the robot. Now imagine the mechanic fixes the robot by “merging” into the robot and in doing so, tries to jiggle things back into place, so the robot is “aligned” and stops shaking so violently. And the mechanic can feel the robot is now calm, and then unmerges from the robot. As I’ve integrated / reflected, some of the battles (all of the battles???) have felt like that. Like my role is to merge into the Tribe A + Tribe B reality, and try to calm the entire system down. And in fact, part of my distress is that after each battle, I optimistically say “ok, that’s the last battle, the robot is fixed”. But then the next time I’m back in the workshop, the robot is violently shaking again. What a bummer.
— Fear / Dread. While most of my trips have been beautiful, loving, teaching, the battle / attacks are full of fear / dread. I can anticipate the fear, almost like a weak “spidey sense”, just as the attack commences. It’s sort of an “oh crap, here comes another dark experience (gulp)”. It is not fun. If I’m in “The Depths” at the time of battle, it’s realizing that there’s no way to get out of it, but to go through the battle. The obstacle is the way….
Summary: So that’s a set of the battle mechanics. I’m curious if anybody else has experienced the same.
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4C) Battle Mantras
Mantras That May Have Saved My Consciousness
- Focus. Breathe.
- Together. Love.
- Peace to All. Love to All.
For those of you who are masculine, you may not like the above Mantras. But they are the Mantras that worked. I was truly pissed and enraged in Battle 3. I felt like Wolverine being enraged. Battle 4 or 5 (I can’t remember which) felt sort of like the scene with Captain America fighting in the elevator and there’s a bunch of people trying to stop him, and you have to just improvise.
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5) Overarching questions:
— Frequency: Has anybody gone to those depths once? several times? over a dozen times? I’ve heard of people accidentally going there once. But has anybody gone there intentionally multiple times?
— Recency: Has anybody gone to those depths in the past week? If so, have they noticed something different in the tone/feel of those depths?
— Danger: Have they felt in danger? That the entities clearly said “You are in danger"
— Attack: Have they experienced an attack (psionic)?
— Death of Entity: Has anybody experienced another entity dying, trying to protect you, having been killed by Tribe B?
— New Lesson?: And beyond the typical “we are all one; one love” is there some other purpose or lesson that’s been bestowed? Or are they just as confused as I am where there is no obvious lesson?
— Humanity is Nothing?: Have they received a clear message that “humanity means nothing”, and “your universe means nothing”?
— White Freebase: Has anybody been to The Depths with pure white freebase (no jungle spice)?
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6) A Call to Arms
If you’ve read this far, you might be wondering why exactly am I writing? If part of my modus operandi is to “stay hidden” and “just exist”, why say anything at all? Well, honestly, I’m scared to go back to The Depths, and I’m also worried I’m failing “my calling”. If I go back, I might die. I literally received the telepathic mesasge “you will die”. But if I don’t go back, then I feel I’ve broken my vow made a long time ago, in a ceremony with the entities, which was literally to “go back”. So, I’m asking for help.
- Reconnaisance / Scouting Mission: if you have the courage, load up 50mg or more and go to The Depths (layer 1).
- Organizing: if it turns out there’s something to what I’m seeing, then perhaps people can organize, train, and go to The Depths (layer 1) together. I don’t know if group tripping works, but I think I heard once that curanderos claims to be able to do that with ayahuasca.
- Mapping: I respect what Gallimore is doing, and the pace at which he’s doing it. Perhaps that mapping project will map The Depths.
- Hypothesis Testing: How do we win a battle? How do we win the war? What are we fighting for?
- Getting the Word Out: if the numbers are too small to effectively operate in this theater, how do we find others who are worthy of going to The Depths? How do we onboard them? Train them?
Also, as we all know, some people get “locked out”. I wonder if someone can be welcome at Breakthrough layer, but be locked out at The Depths (Layer 1). The entities suggested to me that people have to be “worthy”. I’m not sure what that means, but it has something to do with having the willingness to “serve”. I truly have the willingness to serve both in my everyday human life and my interdimensional form. But I’m a flawed human. I ain’t perfect. Far from it. I’m an “animal” just like you. I have an ego (though I’m working on letting that go) and I have desires, and I make mistakes, and I’m sure I’ve commited all seven sins, probably in this calendar year alone. So I don’t think the hurdle for “worthy” is that high, but I do think it’s there. My sense is, if you are coming into this hoping for fame, money, or power; or if you just have a lot of rage/anger, that you’re probably going to get bounced by the guards at the door. If you’re just here for the alien sex, this might not be your scene.
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7) Theories
I continue to come up with theories. Even just today. This is my stream of consciousness:
7A) Perhaps it’s just a “battle for my own soul”. I’m sure many many of you are thinking this. “It’s your own ego, dude”. “Stop bringing your Messiah Complex”. “Go see a mental health professional”. “Start some meds”. “Take a break”. I get it. I honor that this may be true. That’s not what the entities are telling me, but who the f*ck knows? I’ve heard the entities can mislead. Perhaps I’m just being mislead down a strange, coherent journey over a long time period.
7B) Perhaps it’s a local phenomenon. Is it just a battle for the local trees and animals around me? Or for my region of the world?
7C) It’s a wordly / galactic / universe phenomenon. Maybe it’s just connecting with the consciousness of this planet, galaxy, universe
7D) It’s a inter-dimensional phenomenon. Like there is another dimension and I/we are “jacking in” (Matrix) or “linking” (Avatar reference) into entities that exist elsewhere. Like we are neural interfacing to some other dimension.
7E) Maybe the “Mariana trench” is one of many, like hundreds of billions. And maybe each of us can drop into a different Mariana trench. Alice drops into one with Tribe A and Tribe X. Bob drops into one with Tribe B and Tribe Y. Charlie drops into one with Tribe C and Tribe Z? Maybe they’re all at war. Maybe some of them are like Bonobos and lounge around all day having interdimensional relations.
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7F) Inter-dimensional Gathering Spot. What if there are hundreds of billions of civilizations over hundreds of billions of universes / realities, that have each been allowed to evolve separately, with the goal of having some tiny percent of planets actually spawn sentient life. And perhaps each of them have DMT drenched across their planet (Dennis McKenna), and each being has DMT receptors (for example, 5HT2A in animals); and analogs that are critical to life (serotonin in humans, auxin in plants) . And so as billions of years go by, and civilizations evolve and finally “awaken”, some of those entities “jack in” or “link” into the central gathering spot. Instead of a multitude of gathering spots, there’s one singular Mariana Trench, and we’re all headed there. And this is why “The Enormous Skeptic” entity was like “who the fuck are you?” because of all the billions of civilizations, who has even heard of humans? Let alone some human who won’t even live to 100 years old is chosen for some position of significance? I get the sense that a lot of these entities live for thousands or millions of years. I get the sense that humanity is like a tiny microbe in their ontology.
And Tribe A and Tribe B, are actually very complicated Factions that are made up of these hundreds of billions of civilizations. And there’s intrigue and politics and betrayal and grudges, and all of that stuff that we have here on Earth. And that for some unknown reason, I’ve taken the elevator down to the depths, and they’re expecting me to do something (the interdimensional fragment of me, not the human part of me). Like my human body was just a vessel for the fragment of this interdimensional being to latch on to. Like a seed that floats across the sea until it finds some foreign land (my mind) that is hospitable enough to allow it to take root and grow. My human consciousness is just along for the ride of this interdimensional consciosness.
(Note well: I believe that our realities are interwoven. There’s some things that are happening in the other dimension that rhyme with stuff that is happening here on earth, and in my own life. They aren’t sycnronised, but they are connected)
And humanity is on the cusp. Literally on the cusp. In the last century, somehow we’ve become advanced enough to isolate DMT, extract it reliably, and spread awareness to millions. And, just-in-time, have connected (almost) everyone through the Internet, and created enough abundance that we can figure out our petty differences, and put our shared intelligence together such that we can reach the technological singularity (Kurzweil). Maybe the goal isn’t physical travel across space, but is in fact "mental travel” that compresses space such that we can do it from the comfort of our own couches, sitting in front of a TV (hopefully you all turn off your TVs before you blast off). And because DMT is endogenous, we can go back repeatedly, safely, and maybe go for even longer and longer periods (hat-tip to DMT; also….what would DMTx be like at the equivalent of 50mg vaporized? or 100mg. let’s start with the therapeutic doses and safety/efficacy first).
So humanity is on the cusp. And maybe many human soules can participate. Maybe humanity as a whole can participate. Wouldn’t that be wild?
And by the way, maybe there’s “nothing to solve” and “no war to be one”. Maybe all of reality is simply the yin and yang, the order and chaos. The great storm of Jupiter, forever swirling. And that the Tribes will just continue to dance with each other, a timeless dance. And that our role isn’t to be heroes or villains, but just to be participants, and to contribute our small piece into the mosaic of consciousnesses.
If you can’t tell, I’m leaning towards Theory 7F.
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8) Time
From what I’ve read about non-ordinary experiences, time works differently. There’s some time dilation or time desynchronization, such that you can take a long break and come back to the story at the exact spot where you left.
Well…..that’s not what I’m experiencing.
The entities have been very clear. “This is happening now. This is happening now.”
Perhaps this particular story is synchronized with human time.
So…maybe we can take our time. Maybe there’s no hurry.
Or maybe my recent experience is a canary in the coalmine. And something is afoot. And humanity better get it’s A game ready, because shit’s about to get real.
Who knows. Who knows. I certainly don’t. I’m just a guy trying to figure out why these entities are telling him this particular story. And why when I go to The Depths, this interdimensional soul takes the wheel, and seems to be respected by the entities.
Damn. My friends are never gonna believe me. And I gotta stay hidden.
That’s it. That’s all folks. Thanks for letting me share. I hope to go dark shortly after this maybe withiin weeks, maybe days. I don’t want to be found. And I’ve said my piece. I hope some of you see what I’ve seen and can figure out how to rally the troops, as few or as many as they may be.
And by the way, if you do find me, please respect my privacy. No doxxing. But honestly, just don’t look.
I appreciate everyone’s time and attention.
Together. Love.
Say it with me.
Together. Love.
One more time.
Together. Love.
Hi,
I’m about to share a story, which many of you won’t believe. That’s fine. This is for the tiny fraction of you that do believe.
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1) I wrote a sprawling stream of consciousness version of my story. But it’s way too long. And somewhat incoherent.
So here’s a coherent summary:
Two ancient factions of interdimensional entities are at war. OP, for some reason, gets a fragment of an ancient soul implanted, in order to become King of Tribe A. He is trying to piece together what is going on. He keeps asking “what is my calling? what am i supposed to do?”. And eventually, he is frustrated and takes a long break and forgets. Forgets almost everything except that he had a wild experience. When he eventually comes back, Tribe A is glad to see him and continues to teach him. But Tribe B crashes into his reality and tries to shred his consciousness to pieces. As if they were waiting for him to come back. In the battle (Battle 3) he thinks of his wife and kids, and that allows him to re-center around this reality. He doesn’t just think of his wife and kids, he yearns for their love, and to get back to them. They are the anchor and rope that he pulls on to glue the pieces of his consciousness back together. He survives the attack. He somehow keeps his mind together. He walks inside and eats some chocolate ice cream. So good. And he (naively) thinks this means “the battle is over”. Shortly after, there’s another ferocious attack (Battle 4), and another, and another. The last message he gets is “you will die”. And before he (potentially) dies, he stops going back (good choice) and he’s now on this particular forum on this particular site, asking others “has anybody else seen this as well over the last week?”. OP takes warning seriously and will not go back. “I need help” is a call for help to those that can suspend disbelief, to piece the puzzle together. Who is Tribe A, who is Tribe B, why are they at war, is Love enough to survive? Is Love enough to “win”? What are the win conditions? What does it mean to “win”? And has anybody on this planet seen anything at all that would corroborate this narrative?
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2) Proposed Strata / Layers: “The Depths”
I want to propose a set of layers for us to have a shared lexicon. This is an imperfect proposal, open to edits and changes. I’ll leave it to you all, the wisdom of the crowd.
I believe we have some decently explained strata of the DMT experience. (Forgive my imprecise terminology; I’m not familiar with the latest strata others have agreed on)
——— Sorted from least deep, to most deep ———
Layer 4) Sub-threshhold (not sure if that’s the agreed term)
— Goler - “code of reality” w/ laser
Layer 3) Waiting Room (not sure if this is the dose Carhart-Harris uses)
— Carhart-Harris - “therapeutic” use for depression (studies vs. Lexapro; recanalization of the brain; disrupting the default mode network)
current zeitgeist - “plant medicine”. Not exactly positive Carhart-Harris is sub threshhold or waiting room or breakthrough
Layer 2) Breakthrough (perhaps this is 25mg? +/- 10mg?)
— McKenna - “Chrysanthemum, Elf Machines” (I believe he reports a lifetime total of doing DMT 30-40 times)
— Strassman - “Spirit Molecule” (observed many; however only did DMT once himself)
— Gallimore - “The Others” and an effort to map them out via DMTx.
Layer 1) Proposed: The Depths (The Mariana Trench) — approximately 25-50mg (maybe even 75mg-100mg? - I stopped measuring freebase (which is probably foolish)). My technique is to vaporize in one inhale. Sometimes I use an MAOi tea. Also, I use pure white crystals, no yellow (no jungle spice).
— I wonder if there are many trip reports at this depth? Are there many reports of entities at this depth? There aren’t humanoids at this depth. These entities are bizarre. Really bizarre. (and it’s possible on this site, there are reports of these very entities, I don’t know, I’m new to this site)
— And another question….are there people that have repeatedly visited The Depths. Repeatedly done 75mg?
Because that’s what I have done, I’ve gone back to that depth repeatedly and in short succession, and that’s what has been so wondrous, and that’s what has been so terrifying. Like getting to the depths of the ocean and seeing entities that only exist at that depth. If you’ve seen the deep sea creatures in our oceans, you know what I mean.
It’s possible that I went so far down that I hit the floor of the ocean (Layer 0???), unintentionally.
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If Goler’s discovery is that, in the shallows of sub-breakthrough, you can see the code of reality; I’m arguing that, in The Depths / at sufficient doses (and with the permission of the entities), you can “become reality”; and that you can “scrub” across different versions of reality, just as a video editor can scrub across a video. And that the scrub mechanism looks like a set of Rouleaux Triangles connected edge-to edge in a long line (sort of like connected triangular empanadas in an organic skin casing). And that’s just one of the bizarre entities I experienced at that depth. There are a multitude of entities, I believe, that have evolved and existed for many many years (hundreds of millions of years?, billions? outside of space-time?), that can only be seen at The Depths
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3) Ontology
Buried in my stream of consciousness initial post, was a hurried attempt at a contribution to the ontology at “The Depths” (proposed Layer 1).
If I may, let me try to rewrite and clarify here.
Sort order: Roughly going from most powerful to least powerful
— The Creator - Armillary Sphere - colors were surprisingly normal like purple rings, white rings (the rings looked more “ribbon” like than asteroid dust). It looked very much like it was “an entity” rather than being some amorphous “godhead”” - This was the core of reality, the creator of reality. I wouldn’t call it “God”. Somehow it let my consciousness merge with it for what felt like a long time, but was probably just a dozen seconds of clock time. I asked it “are you in the Universe, or is the Universe in you”? It suggested that the Universe was one of many. I didn’t get a clear read on whether it created The Universe. One of it’s messages was “your universe doesn’t matter” suggesting to me that there are a multidue of universes (multi-verse theory?). This one felt outside of space-time. Perhaps this was part of Layer 0 in my proposed strata. I’ve seen The Creator once. It was unclear to me if the Creator was an entity, or perhaps some sort of enormous machinery that entities had made?
To get a sense of what I mean “outside of space-time”…..imagine you are at the bottom of the ocean. it’s pitch black. and you have earplugs in, so you can’t here anything. and you are in a huge waterproof box. like a deprivation tank, but so far from this human life, that you can feel the “nothingness”. It feels like time has stopped. It feels like “space” doesn’t exist. It’s just you.
Now an enormous armillary sphere entity shows up, The Creator. It feels like The Creator exists without space or time. It just exists.
Now…….whether you are truly “outside” of space-time is debatable. Maybe you are just in a deprivation tank when you meet The Creator. (note that the two other entities below, The Editor and The Engineer and The Paradox all exist in this same feeling “outside of space-time”)
— The Editor - Rouleax Triangles “reality class” in organic casing. I saw this a couple of times, once after a battle. From afar, this looks like a bunch of Rouleax Triangles that are edge to edge. Sort of like those long “snake” Rubik’s Cubes that can be made straight. But close up, it felt like giant Rouleaux Triangles in a “mesh” like organization. The color was sort of beige-skin-toned. The casing sort of looking like a sausage casing or ootheca. I call it The Editor because it felt like by tilting my head, I could “scrub” across it and feel different variations of reality. That part was wild. This one felt outside of space-time. Perhaps this was part of Layer 0 in my proposed strata. I don’t understand the relation to the Creator, but it seems perhaps like a control panel of The Creator?? Like the Creator was the desktop, and the Editor was a piece of hardware to navigate the creations?? Perhaps the Triangles are each an egg? Or a nymph? I’ve seen The Editor two or three times. It felt like each triangle may have been it’s own variation of reality.
— The Engineer - Enormous Insectoid - “insect class” As I scrubbed across realities, the Enormous Insectoid was hanging out, talking to me. Sort of like it was very familiar with scrubbing across realitities. Like it was the video engineer / audio engineer, and I was a guest in it’s production studio. It seemed pleased that I was there. And I verbally responded “you are incredible, so beautiful, this thing you’ve created. So clever”. Perhaps it was the insectoid that made all of this? It’s hard to recall. But it definitely felt like I was communing with it. I was taking in what it was able to do. If I were to analogize it to an insect, it’s hard to say, and I worry about minimizing it. Sort of like Jabba the Hut meets a giant grasshopper? I’ve seen The Engineer a few times. Is the Engineer the creator of the Editor? Like maybe it’s an animal that created each Rouleax Triangle, like a fish might lay eggs. Does the Engineer use The Creator to make realities?
— The Paradox - “psychotic class” - another entity that seems to exist outside of space time. This one seems to merge with your consciousness and just confuse the hell out of you. My sense is it shows paradox after paradox. It feels like, what I imagine intense psychosis would feel like. Like the inability to hold thoughts, because the thoughts it provides are so unorthodox. It feels like it’s teaching something important, but I’m not sure what. I have a vague sense it is training the mind, perhaps steeling the mind against psionic attacks. Like Dumbledore preparing Snape; but instead of hiding ones thoughts, this is actually a somewhat torturous feeling, that teaches with intense discomfort. I’ve seen the Paradox several times. Another visual: If you’ve ever seen a bouncing ball that is pressed between two objects and bounces so fast that you can’t even see it bouncing, it bounces towards an asymptote - that “chattering” is what it feels like. But instead of it being a ball, it is visual after visual after visual after visual that are changing so quickly that you cant even follow it. And they often seem like contradictory thoughts and images. It’s just so bizarre. It makes me think that a person with deep schizophrenia might experience something like this, hence “psychotic class"
— The Crab Shell / Plate Armor Landscape - “fortification class”. This one didn’t seem to do much. Imagine a purplish crab shell (plate armor) and then multiply that into a large field / mesh of crab shells. That’s what this was like. hundreds of plate armor together in a sort of gently curved landscape. I don’t know if it does much, it sort of felt like a fortress wall. Every so often, there’s an paramecium-like cilia that sticks out of one of the vertex of the crab shell, perhaps like the antennae on the inside of a venus fly trap. In my fifth or sixth battle, I felt adversarial entities attacking the crab shell armor, trying to pull it open, perhaps like a swarm of ants trying to breach the perimeter of a fortress. The crab shells seemed helpless to fight back, which makes me think they were more like an inert wall. I’ve seen the Plate Armor Landscape a copule of times, at least. Perhaps like a “Triangular Diatom Chain”, but not just a triangle of crab plate armor, but much larger and expansive. One time I saw it from the side, like the plate armor was a landscape. One time I saw it like from an overhead view looking down. so the plate armor looked flat, and the occasional cilia reached upwards toward me. It should be noted the plate armor has no 90 degree angles, curvilnear, soft-edged shapes, like Waldorf forms.
— Tentacles Corner - Tentacles in the corner of a three walled flower - “oracle class” Imagine looking at the corner of a room. Three planes intersect. Now put squid tentacles in the middle at the Vertex. Or flower stamen. Or both. I feel like I’ve seen this one several times. But the last time I saw it, it said one message again and again and again “Hide, Hide, Hide”. It got to the point where I said “ok, I get it” and it kept on saying it. (My interpretation at the time was to hide myself from humanity; but an attack shortly after (the third overall attack/assasination) I re-interpreted it as “hide from Tribe B; they are coming for you”. To get to the Tentacles Corner, I experienced myself traversing many corners. This is why I wonder if this is being inside a set of Rouleax Triangle, moving from one to the next, to the next, until you get to the correct Triangle. The color of the planes had a pure white with black shadows, and the color of the squid arms was perhaps yellow, red?
— White Folding On Itself with Colored Springles. “immersion class" This showed up clearly in my last battle, near the beginning of the battle. I don’t know if this was friend or foe. The type of entity looked familiar which was an entity that was curved upon itself, something like a mobius, but with your face much closer up. What struck me about this one was it’s pure white. And the intensity of the movement of it curving in on itself. And the “colored sprinkles” were throughout, but they weren’t the cheerful shades of rainbow sprinkles, but were darker shades. Again, I think I’ve seen this type of entity before, but this ones color scheme was different. It feels like you are “immersed” into it.
— The Mother - “serpentine class” - sadly, this one died after the third attack. I believe I have seen this one many times before, like it was a welcoming presence for many trips. But it was only after it died that I called it “The Mother”. I had the sense that it may have been my mother?? (for my interdimensional half of me). It felt like a great loss. Immediately after the third attack, I went back and saw it moving very slowly, weakly, like it was on death’s doorstep. And the next time I went in, I saw only black, like a funeral. And the next time after that, I paid my respects and prostrated myself to honor The Mother. It felt like an ancient ancient being had died trying to protect me in the third attack.
— Googly Eyes - “forky class” - imagine the face of forky from Toy Story. Then put it on a floating entity where the various elements of the face float slightly independently. My sense is this is an advisor / secretary of state. A member of “the court”. I feel like this entity sent other entities to probe me and help me with my health/body. And felt it was often guiding me. Has not been seen since the third attack.
— The Unfolding Fractal - “transportation class” This is one pathway into The Depths. It is at the beginning of a Trip and is very powerful. Perhaps its like a submarine that dives you quickly into the Depths. Or perhaps it is like a giant unfolding mechanical arm that drags you deeper and deeper into the depths, an express elevator that unfolds dozens of times to get you lower and lower. Last time I saw it I said “this is familiar, but the human won’t remember it”. And it ended up bringing me directly to the Corner / Squid, which is when the Corner / Squid warned me “Hide Hide Hide”. If you look at the image of user:universecannon, it looked like that fractal arm, but imagine that it is a transport that, as it unfolds, it takes you somewhere quickly.
— The Radiance - “manta-ray / butterfly class”. Orange/Red/occasionaly white. Beautiful. Like the folds of a beautiful manta-ray, undulating in your full field of vision. Definitely some distinctive markings on it; patterns, somewhat angular; darkish grey on the orange/red/white background waviness. I’ve experienced this many times. My sense is this is the iridescent feminine divine I “married” in an ancient ceremony early on. It has come back, and usually is at the beginning of a trip. Sensual. Full of love and comfort. I thought it was dead after attack 3. I wondered if this was the same entity as The Mother, everything is so hard to remember. (I don’t think it is the same as The Mother). But eventually it came back at the beginning of another trip, in a burst of power and grace. I was so happy to see it back, it was thrilled to be back to see me. We had a few moments together, until she left and the message was “You are in Danger. You are in Danger.” This preceded attack 4.
— The Enormous Skeptic - “royalty class” - This one had panels / plate armor, but they were like a Paillette dress, but instead of thousands of, it was maybe dozens. the entity was enormous. each panel was white and dangly like sequins. A giant curvilenear mass. Take what you are imagining and multiply it by 100 in size. And this entity has one message. “who the fuck are you? who the fuck are you?” to which I replied “I’m just a human.”. And basically it didn’t accept my anointed position. A huge rejection.
And several others…. most of which I have forgotten in my human mind. (I have this experience in my Other self of “oh, the human isn’t going to remember this; he’s not allowed to / not capable of remembering”)
N.B. The closest allies have banners. When I see Googly Eyes, The Mother, I have the sense that they are carrying banners, much like the banners that flow from the horse riders that go with a european monarch. They are flowy. They are sort of a muted spring green color, mossy or lichen. muted light green. And the pattern is a squared spiral, repeated again and again (at least that’s what I think the pattern is). I’ve seen it enough to recognize it. I have the sense that when I am in the “royal court” that the banners are more plentiful. But I did see the banner once in a trip in nature, flowing off the top of a tree, like a pennant flag in the wind.
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4) Battles and the Battle Mechanics
When I first was assailed, I couldn’t believe it and thought it was a mistake of my techniques “Maybe I held my breath to long". When I was assailed a second time, I thought “wow, that was intense, I don’t know what that was” but my saving grace was a mantra I said repeatedly “Together. Love.”. It’s like I was telling other members of Tribe A to pull together and exude love. And after the intensity passed, I optimistically thought it was a one-time thing. That I had passed some sort of trial...
In my third battle I realized, “OK, this is a thing. This is a fight”. And it was so intense I had to keep reminding myself “Is this really happening? Yes, this is really happening. You have to fight. You have to fight” and what brought me back was centering on Love. It was like they had crossed the boundary from their dimension into ours. For many of us, most of the trips feel like we are “going over there, to their dimension”. But in this one, it felt very much like they had spilled over into our dimension, into my physical space. I don’t believe in ghosts, but it felt like there were multiple “ghosts” or spirits that were frantically moving about (yet I couldn’t really see them). It was terrifying. I kept saying “my friends are not going to believe this story” and then told myself “Focus. You’ve got to focus."
In my fourth, fifth, six battles, I was now cautious (but perhaps not cautious enough since I was still putting myself in attack mode, like James IV at the Battle of Flodden) and recognized the battle as it started (usually with great dread) “OK, come at me. Let’s do this.” and quickly held on to reality with centering on Love. I faded in and out of that centering, but ultimately prevailed.
Why did I go back? Because I sensed my Tribe A asking me to come back. And I had commited to coming back during the initial ceremony with the feminine divine. So I felt I was honor-bound.
After the sixth battle, I received the very clear message “you will die”. I haven’t been back. But I am still torn about going back. I don’t want to be the commander who foolishly enters battle.
Which is why I finally decided to write something publicly (this conversation thread). I realized that perhaps my better strategy was to see if others had seen it (in the past week) and if so, to perhaps “mobilize” a response. What that “response” would be, I’m not sure. A bunch of people going in with the intention of “love”????
4B) Battle Mechanics.
Each battle was psionic / psychic. For the most part, I just sat on my couch, sometimes outdoors (attacks 1, 2, 3), sometimes indoors (attacks, 4, 5, 6).
What does psionic mean? Perhaps it’s like Professor X, Phoenix and how they might battle. Perhaps there’s other fictional analogies, I don’t know. I haven’t done the research.
I was holding together my consciousness, while they seemed to try to pull it apart. Perhaps like attacking ants, trying to rip apart the queen ant of another tribe. Or perhaps they attack like worker bees who vibrate and heat up to try to fend off the attack of a wasp (at least I think I’ve read that behavior before).
So my role, it felt, was to literally hold my consciousness together.
At the same time, as mentioned in the section on Entities, where my consciousness seemed to merge with reality, there was some of that going on as well. Imagine with The Editor, that you are an Engineer, and you are now fighting with Tribe B adversaries over who gets to Scrub across the various realities. Yes, yes, that’s what it felt like. Like we were both trying to get a hold of the controls. (By the way, I am integrating this live, trying to pull from the recesses of my memory). So I guess we were fighting for control of the dial of reaility (or of reaility-switching???)
Some other mechanics:
— Telepathic. As many of you on this forum probably have experienced, there are telepathic messages that come through. In the case of an attack there are definitely telepathic messages. Some of which are of alarm. Some of which are answering my questions in real-time “Is this really happening? Yes, it’s really happening. Focus.” or “Breathe. You have to protect your human vessel and remember to breathe.”. Which is why one mantra was “Focus. Breathe.”. I had to focus on maintaining hold of the scrubbing control.
— Time jittering. Somehow in the battles, time began to jitter. Like it started to move in split second increments. Sort of like if a game gets slightly laggy. But more consistently jittery than the lag of a game. split second jitters. I’m not sure why it jitters like that.
— Eyes twitch. The eyes twitch, but also move left to right, up down. Verbally I say “I understand”. As information is telepathically communicated, somehow the movement of the eyes helps me process what is going on. As if the eyes are an involuntary movement that helps with receiving communication. Almost like there were multiple entities talking to me at once from the mayhem of a battle, and I was trying to absorb it all, and filter out what was important vs. what wasn’t important. This was especially true in battle 2, and 3 (outside, open eyes) and battle 5 (inside, open eyes). battle 4 and 6 were closed eyes, and in the dark. My eyes may have been twitching in the closed eye battles, but I was more aware of it with the open eye battles.
— Pulling from human memories. In battle 3, I found myself very clearly drawing on and referencing multiple human stories…..like phrases from battle scenes in movies, or phrases from people I admired or respected. I experienced it as if the totality of my consciousness, a bunch of vectors combined into one mind, was pulling on all of these concepts from all of these “teachers”. And in those moments, I thought “all of this human experience is telling stories again and again, the hero’s journey, to train me for this moment.” and “damn, I wish I were better skilled at this. i’m probably 50th percentile at best, there must be many many others who would fare better than me”. and to which i held onto the memory of my love for my wife and kids. I held onto it and pulled myself out of the mayhem of the attack. like pulling on a rope until you are out of danger. i held onto their love, and i thought “maybe my loyalty and devotion is my saving grace.” but even still, i imagine maybe i’m just in the 70th percentile of loyalty and devotion. I’m OK at it, but not something to write home about.
Special note: it was at this point of pulling from human memories that I thought “I hope that the Navy Seals and other special forces will go to these Depths, because I think they will know how to organize, how to prepare. They can go in as teams.” Also, “they say in war that logistics can win the war. I’m fricking here on my own, stumbling around. If the special forces were here, they would nail the logistics, and have a shot at winning this war. Perhaps I one a battle (this was battle 3) but I don’t know how to win the war. I mean, I don’t even know who we are fighting, what we are fighting for, or how to fight? I’m just “fighting with love” but is that a winning tactic? What is the overall strategy we need to win? What does it even mean to win? Peace between Tribe A and B???” And is it a short-term peace, or are we trying to fix this once and for all?
— Tilting my head. Not sure if this was in battle, or after the battle, but when looking at the Rouleax Triangle controls of The Editor, I found that if I tilted my head, that was when the Scrubbing happened. I have the vague sense that this also happened in battle. Almost as if the Tribe B adversary was trying to put “our reality” askew and out of focus, and I was tilting my head to try to get it balanced and in focus”. And the depth of field of the focus was shallow, so I had to be somewhat precise to get it back.
— Mechanic / Robot. In some ways the battle felt like I was a mechanic. And the sum of Tribe A + Tribe B was actual a single robot, but a robot that was in distress. Imagine a robot in distress where different parts of the robot are out of sync and the robot has reached a harmonic frequency where it could shatter. Now imagine a mechanic trying to fix the robot. Now imagine the mechanic fixes the robot by “merging” into the robot and in doing so, tries to jiggle things back into place, so the robot is “aligned” and stops shaking so violently. And the mechanic can feel the robot is now calm, and then unmerges from the robot. As I’ve integrated / reflected, some of the battles (all of the battles???) have felt like that. Like my role is to merge into the Tribe A + Tribe B reality, and try to calm the entire system down. And in fact, part of my distress is that after each battle, I optimistically say “ok, that’s the last battle, the robot is fixed”. But then the next time I’m back in the workshop, the robot is violently shaking again. What a bummer.
— Fear / Dread. While most of my trips have been beautiful, loving, teaching, the battle / attacks are full of fear / dread. I can anticipate the fear, almost like a weak “spidey sense”, just as the attack commences. It’s sort of an “oh crap, here comes another dark experience (gulp)”. It is not fun. If I’m in “The Depths” at the time of battle, it’s realizing that there’s no way to get out of it, but to go through the battle. The obstacle is the way….
Summary: So that’s a set of the battle mechanics. I’m curious if anybody else has experienced the same.
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4C) Battle Mantras
Mantras That May Have Saved My Consciousness
- Focus. Breathe.
- Together. Love.
- Peace to All. Love to All.
For those of you who are masculine, you may not like the above Mantras. But they are the Mantras that worked. I was truly pissed and enraged in Battle 3. I felt like Wolverine being enraged. Battle 4 or 5 (I can’t remember which) felt sort of like the scene with Captain America fighting in the elevator and there’s a bunch of people trying to stop him, and you have to just improvise.
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5) Overarching questions:
— Frequency: Has anybody gone to those depths once? several times? over a dozen times? I’ve heard of people accidentally going there once. But has anybody gone there intentionally multiple times?
— Recency: Has anybody gone to those depths in the past week? If so, have they noticed something different in the tone/feel of those depths?
— Danger: Have they felt in danger? That the entities clearly said “You are in danger"
— Attack: Have they experienced an attack (psionic)?
— Death of Entity: Has anybody experienced another entity dying, trying to protect you, having been killed by Tribe B?
— New Lesson?: And beyond the typical “we are all one; one love” is there some other purpose or lesson that’s been bestowed? Or are they just as confused as I am where there is no obvious lesson?
— Humanity is Nothing?: Have they received a clear message that “humanity means nothing”, and “your universe means nothing”?
— White Freebase: Has anybody been to The Depths with pure white freebase (no jungle spice)?
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6) A Call to Arms
If you’ve read this far, you might be wondering why exactly am I writing? If part of my modus operandi is to “stay hidden” and “just exist”, why say anything at all? Well, honestly, I’m scared to go back to The Depths, and I’m also worried I’m failing “my calling”. If I go back, I might die. I literally received the telepathic mesasge “you will die”. But if I don’t go back, then I feel I’ve broken my vow made a long time ago, in a ceremony with the entities, which was literally to “go back”. So, I’m asking for help.
- Reconnaisance / Scouting Mission: if you have the courage, load up 50mg or more and go to The Depths (layer 1).
- Organizing: if it turns out there’s something to what I’m seeing, then perhaps people can organize, train, and go to The Depths (layer 1) together. I don’t know if group tripping works, but I think I heard once that curanderos claims to be able to do that with ayahuasca.
- Mapping: I respect what Gallimore is doing, and the pace at which he’s doing it. Perhaps that mapping project will map The Depths.
- Hypothesis Testing: How do we win a battle? How do we win the war? What are we fighting for?
- Getting the Word Out: if the numbers are too small to effectively operate in this theater, how do we find others who are worthy of going to The Depths? How do we onboard them? Train them?
Also, as we all know, some people get “locked out”. I wonder if someone can be welcome at Breakthrough layer, but be locked out at The Depths (Layer 1). The entities suggested to me that people have to be “worthy”. I’m not sure what that means, but it has something to do with having the willingness to “serve”. I truly have the willingness to serve both in my everyday human life and my interdimensional form. But I’m a flawed human. I ain’t perfect. Far from it. I’m an “animal” just like you. I have an ego (though I’m working on letting that go) and I have desires, and I make mistakes, and I’m sure I’ve commited all seven sins, probably in this calendar year alone. So I don’t think the hurdle for “worthy” is that high, but I do think it’s there. My sense is, if you are coming into this hoping for fame, money, or power; or if you just have a lot of rage/anger, that you’re probably going to get bounced by the guards at the door. If you’re just here for the alien sex, this might not be your scene.
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7) Theories
I continue to come up with theories. Even just today. This is my stream of consciousness:
7A) Perhaps it’s just a “battle for my own soul”. I’m sure many many of you are thinking this. “It’s your own ego, dude”. “Stop bringing your Messiah Complex”. “Go see a mental health professional”. “Start some meds”. “Take a break”. I get it. I honor that this may be true. That’s not what the entities are telling me, but who the f*ck knows? I’ve heard the entities can mislead. Perhaps I’m just being mislead down a strange, coherent journey over a long time period.
7B) Perhaps it’s a local phenomenon. Is it just a battle for the local trees and animals around me? Or for my region of the world?
7C) It’s a wordly / galactic / universe phenomenon. Maybe it’s just connecting with the consciousness of this planet, galaxy, universe
7D) It’s a inter-dimensional phenomenon. Like there is another dimension and I/we are “jacking in” (Matrix) or “linking” (Avatar reference) into entities that exist elsewhere. Like we are neural interfacing to some other dimension.
7E) Maybe the “Mariana trench” is one of many, like hundreds of billions. And maybe each of us can drop into a different Mariana trench. Alice drops into one with Tribe A and Tribe X. Bob drops into one with Tribe B and Tribe Y. Charlie drops into one with Tribe C and Tribe Z? Maybe they’re all at war. Maybe some of them are like Bonobos and lounge around all day having interdimensional relations.
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7F) Inter-dimensional Gathering Spot. What if there are hundreds of billions of civilizations over hundreds of billions of universes / realities, that have each been allowed to evolve separately, with the goal of having some tiny percent of planets actually spawn sentient life. And perhaps each of them have DMT drenched across their planet (Dennis McKenna), and each being has DMT receptors (for example, 5HT2A in animals); and analogs that are critical to life (serotonin in humans, auxin in plants) . And so as billions of years go by, and civilizations evolve and finally “awaken”, some of those entities “jack in” or “link” into the central gathering spot. Instead of a multitude of gathering spots, there’s one singular Mariana Trench, and we’re all headed there. And this is why “The Enormous Skeptic” entity was like “who the fuck are you?” because of all the billions of civilizations, who has even heard of humans? Let alone some human who won’t even live to 100 years old is chosen for some position of significance? I get the sense that a lot of these entities live for thousands or millions of years. I get the sense that humanity is like a tiny microbe in their ontology.
And Tribe A and Tribe B, are actually very complicated Factions that are made up of these hundreds of billions of civilizations. And there’s intrigue and politics and betrayal and grudges, and all of that stuff that we have here on Earth. And that for some unknown reason, I’ve taken the elevator down to the depths, and they’re expecting me to do something (the interdimensional fragment of me, not the human part of me). Like my human body was just a vessel for the fragment of this interdimensional being to latch on to. Like a seed that floats across the sea until it finds some foreign land (my mind) that is hospitable enough to allow it to take root and grow. My human consciousness is just along for the ride of this interdimensional consciosness.
(Note well: I believe that our realities are interwoven. There’s some things that are happening in the other dimension that rhyme with stuff that is happening here on earth, and in my own life. They aren’t sycnronised, but they are connected)
And humanity is on the cusp. Literally on the cusp. In the last century, somehow we’ve become advanced enough to isolate DMT, extract it reliably, and spread awareness to millions. And, just-in-time, have connected (almost) everyone through the Internet, and created enough abundance that we can figure out our petty differences, and put our shared intelligence together such that we can reach the technological singularity (Kurzweil). Maybe the goal isn’t physical travel across space, but is in fact "mental travel” that compresses space such that we can do it from the comfort of our own couches, sitting in front of a TV (hopefully you all turn off your TVs before you blast off). And because DMT is endogenous, we can go back repeatedly, safely, and maybe go for even longer and longer periods (hat-tip to DMT; also….what would DMTx be like at the equivalent of 50mg vaporized? or 100mg. let’s start with the therapeutic doses and safety/efficacy first).
So humanity is on the cusp. And maybe many human soules can participate. Maybe humanity as a whole can participate. Wouldn’t that be wild?
And by the way, maybe there’s “nothing to solve” and “no war to be one”. Maybe all of reality is simply the yin and yang, the order and chaos. The great storm of Jupiter, forever swirling. And that the Tribes will just continue to dance with each other, a timeless dance. And that our role isn’t to be heroes or villains, but just to be participants, and to contribute our small piece into the mosaic of consciousnesses.
If you can’t tell, I’m leaning towards Theory 7F.
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8) Time
From what I’ve read about non-ordinary experiences, time works differently. There’s some time dilation or time desynchronization, such that you can take a long break and come back to the story at the exact spot where you left.
Well…..that’s not what I’m experiencing.
The entities have been very clear. “This is happening now. This is happening now.”
Perhaps this particular story is synchronized with human time.
So…maybe we can take our time. Maybe there’s no hurry.
Or maybe my recent experience is a canary in the coalmine. And something is afoot. And humanity better get it’s A game ready, because shit’s about to get real.
Who knows. Who knows. I certainly don’t. I’m just a guy trying to figure out why these entities are telling him this particular story. And why when I go to The Depths, this interdimensional soul takes the wheel, and seems to be respected by the entities.
Damn. My friends are never gonna believe me. And I gotta stay hidden.
That’s it. That’s all folks. Thanks for letting me share. I hope to go dark shortly after this maybe withiin weeks, maybe days. I don’t want to be found. And I’ve said my piece. I hope some of you see what I’ve seen and can figure out how to rally the troops, as few or as many as they may be.
And by the way, if you do find me, please respect my privacy. No doxxing. But honestly, just don’t look.
I appreciate everyone’s time and attention.
Together. Love.
Say it with me.
Together. Love.
One more time.
Together. Love.
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