I am now 1000% sure, at least for now, that the beings are real. They do not seem to have empathy towards me, they don't care. I went twice in a row and the second time seemed to anger them, they showed me that I am an infinite spec of nothing. While I can't really remember what I just saw, it seemed as though they angrily created thousands of concisenesses before my eyes. It was clear that they control everything. Very terrifying experience. I know that they are real, and it's scary, I think I angered them. I came to ask them for help, and left apologizing. They don't care about us, they control everything, and they are very very real.
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Wow, the aliens...
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Earthwalker
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Hahaha hang on to you're hat as it only gets weirder from here on ! 
skoobysnax
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I have had that experience even to where it felt as if the entitiy was making ball appear in my windpipe. That particular night it was more for recreation that I blasted off, no meditation, no intention. Red Xs and green arrows would point where I was supposed to walk. If I refused the ball in the throat feeling happened. Over and over. It happened again the next time and the 3rd time the same entity appeared (looked like the Nutcracker) I decided to engage it from a place of humility but firmness and set my intention aloud and asked if it would accept me as a student. Whooooossssh I was transported into my first major breakthrough. I feel this same presence often now in a different form altogether and some of my experiences still terrify me but I always learn (no more physical attacks though). Do not be discouraged.Horuscope said:
cosmictaylor
Rising Star
Wow.. I feel u, where is the love?
I've had that same experience. But then I've also had the exact opposite, where it was full of love and a deep empathic understanding and caring for us from "them", or whatever it is. And then countless things in between. Sometimes our feelings and fears and memories and expectations and interpretations can cloud the experience and what we make of it, and other times it might just be that direct. I don't know.
But what I do know is that it never really pays off to come to solid conclusions about the nature of any of it, even if you have deep suspicions and intuitions.
Btw, what's the background behind that avatar? It's really interesting.
But what I do know is that it never really pays off to come to solid conclusions about the nature of any of it, even if you have deep suspicions and intuitions.
Btw, what's the background behind that avatar? It's really interesting.
cosmictaylor
Rising Star
Awesome words
Almost every time that I go, I come out sure that they are real. I seem to go to the same place, with the same type of alien beings. They have a certain culture that I remember each time I go, and each time I come out knowing that they are without a doubt real. My trips have almost always had this ancient Egyptian/Babylonian like culture, but that is just the flavor of the beings. The first time I went I saw a pyramid with an eye at the top and geometric snakes fly past me, the second time I saw the eye of Horus. At that time I had done no research on DMT and when I found that it had a lot to do with it I was surprised, it was as if the DMT was showing me thing step by step to prove to me that it was not in fact just a hallucination.
While I have had a few very good breakthroughs it is usually a place that I feel is indifferent to me, the being do not care, and in my last trip it was as if I had infuriated them by thinking that they would care about me, because I am an infinite spec of nothing to them.
My avatar comes from the culture of the beings I encounter mixed with the idea that psychedelics allow us to see, like the all seeing eye, and the pineal gland. When I saw the picture it was perfect.
It is hard for me to fathom how I can be so convinced that these beings are not only real but in control of us in a ver sinister way, and yet when I am no longer tripping I can't remember what made me so sure, only that I have been so sure so many times. Each time a trip ends I know know know know know..that they are REAL REAL REAL REAL. And the don't give a %*^*^ about us and maybe if we think they do they are just playing with us. It's very matrixy, test tube laboratoryey
While I have had a few very good breakthroughs it is usually a place that I feel is indifferent to me, the being do not care, and in my last trip it was as if I had infuriated them by thinking that they would care about me, because I am an infinite spec of nothing to them.
My avatar comes from the culture of the beings I encounter mixed with the idea that psychedelics allow us to see, like the all seeing eye, and the pineal gland. When I saw the picture it was perfect.
It is hard for me to fathom how I can be so convinced that these beings are not only real but in control of us in a ver sinister way, and yet when I am no longer tripping I can't remember what made me so sure, only that I have been so sure so many times. Each time a trip ends I know know know know know..that they are REAL REAL REAL REAL. And the don't give a %*^*^ about us and maybe if we think they do they are just playing with us. It's very matrixy, test tube laboratoryey
I've only had one experience of an entity out of the probably 20 or so times I have smoked DMT (with probably about 12 to 15 of these being near or full breakthroughs), and it was certainly the most profound and life altering experience I've had with the substance.
My close friend and I went to a nearby kill (dutch word for river) by some community gardens, deciding finally upon a spot about 100 feet downstream of a large bridge on the right bank to smoke a bowl of dmt. Now I should mention that we split about 100mg between two of us, with a solid 35mg estimated leftover in the bowl afterward. Also, we didn't (and don't) follow the practice of taking three hits. Rather, we gently melt the deemz into the weed and then proceed to take anywhere from 5 to 15 hits each until the bowl is completely cashed (no dmt left and all weed burned to white ash) as there's ample time on the 90 second or so comeup to do so. To be fair we do smoke it pretty rapidly so maybe others simply take very long draws but our lungfuls are not weak if that's been assumed.
Anyway, this all led to a very intense experience of vibrating frequencies and synesthesia. The synesthetic visions of color and sound waves coalesced into a female entity that i attributed to the spirit of the kill. She caressed my soul and voice and showed me that the voice in my head that pronounces what I read or think is my brain talking to me. So, when I hear my self speak I hear my voice and my brain's, leading my voice to sound different when I hear a recording of myself, which is absent of my brain's voice. Other important epiphanies concerning how to leave a healthy life and be successful were bestowed by the goddess, though not be any sort of language. She massaged me with the sounds and colors she was composed of, till I didn't have to breathe. This frightened me a bit, until i regained confidence in my ability to maintain air exchange. She humbled me into nearly nothing, showing me therein my need to shrink my ego and listen more to my empathy.
I find it interesting how the ball in the throat feeling or feeling of not needing to breathe is such a common element reading your all's experiences here on the Nexus as well as remembering my own experiences.
My close friend and I went to a nearby kill (dutch word for river) by some community gardens, deciding finally upon a spot about 100 feet downstream of a large bridge on the right bank to smoke a bowl of dmt. Now I should mention that we split about 100mg between two of us, with a solid 35mg estimated leftover in the bowl afterward. Also, we didn't (and don't) follow the practice of taking three hits. Rather, we gently melt the deemz into the weed and then proceed to take anywhere from 5 to 15 hits each until the bowl is completely cashed (no dmt left and all weed burned to white ash) as there's ample time on the 90 second or so comeup to do so. To be fair we do smoke it pretty rapidly so maybe others simply take very long draws but our lungfuls are not weak if that's been assumed.
Anyway, this all led to a very intense experience of vibrating frequencies and synesthesia. The synesthetic visions of color and sound waves coalesced into a female entity that i attributed to the spirit of the kill. She caressed my soul and voice and showed me that the voice in my head that pronounces what I read or think is my brain talking to me. So, when I hear my self speak I hear my voice and my brain's, leading my voice to sound different when I hear a recording of myself, which is absent of my brain's voice. Other important epiphanies concerning how to leave a healthy life and be successful were bestowed by the goddess, though not be any sort of language. She massaged me with the sounds and colors she was composed of, till I didn't have to breathe. This frightened me a bit, until i regained confidence in my ability to maintain air exchange. She humbled me into nearly nothing, showing me therein my need to shrink my ego and listen more to my empathy.
I find it interesting how the ball in the throat feeling or feeling of not needing to breathe is such a common element reading your all's experiences here on the Nexus as well as remembering my own experiences.
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