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The subject is getting some meat on it's bones.
Reading Opti and I and this tidbit above(momentarily I will be reading it in it's entirety), I see in retrospect that so many experiences reflect this explanation.
How many times have I read someones account of being told that they need not further travel in hyperspace, that their training had come to an end? More than once, which is enough for me.
How many historical references to this multi-tentacled google-eyed 'level-boss' were referred to in Sgt.Wow's paper?
Alot.
My personal feeling has always been that when one goes into Spiceland, whether it be sub- or trans-veil, one is subjecting themselves to 'thought' or 'soul' theft by pesky pick pocket types buzzing about behind (my) shoulders. I recall the reactions of the 'elf-mirrors' faces when I would vascillate between relinquishing my will and taking it back. Give the will and they show me beauty, take my will and they show me ugliness. They were conditioning my behaviour, showing me how to act, to respect what they were showing me. These are early travels before I decided the trade was worth whatever they were taking from me.
Two things. I have been told that DMT was created in order to 'milk' spirit or soul from humans. That we are much like cattle. I was offered a simple trade of 'hypersex' for some of mine, there were two entity-thugs and a hyperspace prostitute. I can't believe I am writing this. When I looked at the prostitute, she um..shook her body and it made me off the charts...excited. I declined the offer, though, feeling my soul might come to some use to me in the future.
Secong thing. Either the third or forth journey I took with spice landed me in a beautiful region where pixel-garland was strewn about in all dimensions. An invisible being showed me one of the hyperdimensional gifts like a hexa-hexa-hexagon and spun it for me. I began to experience such bliss! The entity asked if I would
trade my soul for it. I said sure. Did I get to bring it back with me? No. Is some of my soul missing? I don't have a device sensitive enough to measure so I can say with no certainty.
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It's easy to tell oneself that these things are symbolic of the psyche. One must in order to move on. And in most cases I believe this to be true, however, I think if I were a multi-dimensional entity with an agenda, this would be the perfect place to hide. The place that is lost in translation. Semantics and symbolism.
I started using harmalas to soften the experience and this has changed things considerably. I now feel as though the Aya vine spirit moves through me and shares my consciousness. I don't rationally believe this but it is how I feel when there.
As much as I want to know and comprehend these higher truths, I sometimes feel perhaps I could not handle it. While in journey's I sometimes feel that there is a certain agenda that negative entities have and that sometimes we are the prey. That we are given a free ticket to the circus and all we have to do is sign on the dotted line. Or that mere entry into the bigtop waives any rights I may have had. It's not like I can read the disclaimers, they are in
tryptoglyph.
These run-ins don't occur much anymore. I just take the grimacing faces as my comeuppance. The puppet show that is my life. I am pretty much a good-boy these days and live my life according to a higher spiritual ideal. This makes, for me, the purity phase a simple 'wiping-off of the shoes' before entry.
I think it is a long road ahead to know the truth's behind the tests. 33 degrees at least....
Congratulations. If you've read this far then you have won a lifetime supply of rice-a-roni. The San Francisco treat.
Namaste,
J
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