12-24-2024, 05:46 PM
This post was last modified 12-24-2024, 06:01 PM by KKLoco. Edited 2 times in total.
Wowza! Great OP! I’ve got a lot to say on these topicS, as there is a lot going on here. I really wish I could quote each one, but I haven’t figured out that function yet. I’m just going to start with a few.
I do believe you are correct in your summation that DMT being naturally released into the brain when in ‘stressed’ circumstances. This is one of the few only things that could explain our encounters with other entities in the situations.
Now, I have had many and multiple different types of DMT ingestion experiences. And I will tell you that you’re are most definitely tapping into higher dimensions. In fact, and also in relation to your statements — the ‘micro of THE MACRO’ title in my avatar came just from these experiences. Everything is a reflection of itself infinitely. I was shown sooooo many things that I simply didn’t comprehend. Beyond complicated. I’ll touch on this more as this thread develops.
On the flip side, you can experience the lower dimensions through Salvia Divinorum. The absolute worst experience I’ve ever had (only dumb enough to do it once). I did it with my father about 18 years ago. I lost all memory. Lost all consciousness of myself. All I could see was a long hallway (but I was actually in my dad tiny ass apartment). And all I could think was I was a light fixture in that hallway. There was absolutely no ‘me’ there. I struggled to find some type of identity.
It took a few minutes (felt like an eternity) for my eyes to focus. Then, I saw my dad sitting in the chair next to me. However, I had no clue who he was. Then a few minutes later, I realized ‘Eureka! That’s my father — and I took a drug!’ I stood up out of the chair, and placed my hand on his glass top bar (big mistake). Instantly, I felt like my arm turned in the ice cold glass that I had touched, and traveled through my entire body. Exactly like the scene in the Matrix when Neo touches the mirror after taking the red pill. I run out to the balcony in the wintertime to get fresh air and breath my way the FUCK OUT of that experience. Yes, the lower dimensions SUCK BIGTIME!
Whats your thoughts on this place being a loosh farm and us being trapped here? Considering what you stated in your OP, I believe there is more credence to the possibility. I mean, what you stated is basically “Anything goes for the sake of figuring it all out”. In all honesty, what you say makes sense. And it is definitely in the context of ‘earth-shattering’ for some.
I do believe you are correct in your summation that DMT being naturally released into the brain when in ‘stressed’ circumstances. This is one of the few only things that could explain our encounters with other entities in the situations.
Now, I have had many and multiple different types of DMT ingestion experiences. And I will tell you that you’re are most definitely tapping into higher dimensions. In fact, and also in relation to your statements — the ‘micro of THE MACRO’ title in my avatar came just from these experiences. Everything is a reflection of itself infinitely. I was shown sooooo many things that I simply didn’t comprehend. Beyond complicated. I’ll touch on this more as this thread develops.
On the flip side, you can experience the lower dimensions through Salvia Divinorum. The absolute worst experience I’ve ever had (only dumb enough to do it once). I did it with my father about 18 years ago. I lost all memory. Lost all consciousness of myself. All I could see was a long hallway (but I was actually in my dad tiny ass apartment). And all I could think was I was a light fixture in that hallway. There was absolutely no ‘me’ there. I struggled to find some type of identity.
It took a few minutes (felt like an eternity) for my eyes to focus. Then, I saw my dad sitting in the chair next to me. However, I had no clue who he was. Then a few minutes later, I realized ‘Eureka! That’s my father — and I took a drug!’ I stood up out of the chair, and placed my hand on his glass top bar (big mistake). Instantly, I felt like my arm turned in the ice cold glass that I had touched, and traveled through my entire body. Exactly like the scene in the Matrix when Neo touches the mirror after taking the red pill. I run out to the balcony in the wintertime to get fresh air and breath my way the FUCK OUT of that experience. Yes, the lower dimensions SUCK BIGTIME!
Whats your thoughts on this place being a loosh farm and us being trapped here? Considering what you stated in your OP, I believe there is more credence to the possibility. I mean, what you stated is basically “Anything goes for the sake of figuring it all out”. In all honesty, what you say makes sense. And it is definitely in the context of ‘earth-shattering’ for some.
