Donald Trump wants the Navy to rip out an electromagnetic launch system and replace it with a steam one.
Once again, the dimwitted President has gone full Juggalo.
Donald Trump wants the Navy to rip out an electromagnetic launch system and replace it with a steam one.
Once again, the dimwitted President has gone full Juggalo.
I dunno man…I’ve been truly puddled a number of times since 2000. I started going to Burning Man in 2003 and I can assure you no amount of LSD will allow you slip into a proper timeline. We just fucked.
Yeah, I was mostly joking. I didn’t even notice your username till just now. Funny.
But back when I was still “spiritual”, the thing that kept me going back for more salvia-induced terror was a belief that it would help me hop over to a different universe or dimension if I could just figure out how to do it right. I was desperate for a new isekai life. In hindsight it was delusional, but hey you know how they say it took Edison a thousand tries to get the lightbulb right…
Funny shit my friend, gotta say…fuck salvia. Man that shit is truly dissociative, it made me so uncomfortable. Only did it once and had no desire to ever go back.
I’ve definitely been to other dimensions and pretty much grateful for always coming back, even with this fucked timeline.
Yeah it made me feel like a vase that was shattering, before my senses melt together and my body dissolves into nothingness, and I emerge into a different dimension as a disembodied consciousness.
And every fucking time, I would have the same thought as if anew: “This is what dying feels like. I’m dying. I’m literally dead and now I’m in the afterlife. I can never go back to my body. Fuck. Now I remember why it always terrifies me. How could I have forgotten?”
And usually I would get stuck in that loop until I return to my body and kiss the ground. But occasionally I would blow past it and after the initial shock of dying there were sometimes some pretty wild experiences. But nothing really worth the terror of passing through that window. And it always felt at that point like there was something else just out of reach, just a little further, some deep secret, an even deeper and more hidden dimension, which if I entered it I truly never would return to the physical world. And sometimes I would try to reach it but always turned back in fear after the shock of breaking through, now matter how determined I was beforehand.
Another thing I often felt was that “dying” felt like waking up from a dream. That’s why I thought I could never go back. Because once you wake up, you can never return to a dream. It felt like everyone I knew in this life had been a figment of my imagination, or perhaps spirit actors playing as characters in my life. And sometimes it felt like they were all there, laughing at me for thinking it was real…
But the secret always was that in “the game” of the physical world, the most important rule is that you can’t let anyone know you see through the reality of it. You have to pretend to believe it’s real. And that’s why when people talk about other dimensions, they’re labeled as crazy and sequestered in insane asylums. Because they broke the most important rule. And that’s why no one will ever tell you you’re dreaming, that this is all a charade.
At least, that’s what I believed at that time in my life. But slowly the world broke in on my conscience. I felt like I was being gaslit about the reality of the world. Like all these people know it’s just a dream. They know we’re all just spirits playing pretend as humans. And they’ll deny it to my face and medicate me until I pretend just as hard as they do…
I’ve always read DMT is a gentler experience but I never got my hands on some…
Wow brother, it sure sounds like it had a profound impact on who you are the way you engage reality/the universe. That’s rad.
It had an experience I perceived as dying and I was perfectly okay with it. It was fine and felt good actually, almost disappointing upon returning.
It was in the 90s in Ohio. We heard that people were doing ketamine in California and I had a friend who worked at a vet. What we didn’t know was how they did it, snorting it. My vet tech friend got us some and we did it like they give to animals as anesthesia, we injected intramuscularly. Holy shit. lol.
So anyway by the time I tried salvia about 10-15 years after that, I knew I wasn’t dying. But it felt kinda awful to me. I was sitting on a bed and my legs were suddenly hundreds of yards away from my body. All I could do was lay back and wait it out.
As far as dmt I was also introduced to it in the 90s. My brother was in those experiments in New Mexico, there’s a video out there about them and he’s in it. Sent me some to Ohio while he was in the study. Yeah it’s wild, I’ve had a few very profound experiences on it. Notably one time when I went to the main ballroom of the elves who dwell there. We danced together hard. It was so wild.
After that every time I did it again they made me sit in waiting room (like the movie Beetlejuice) and wouldn’t let me back in the ballroom, they said they showed me everything I need to see. I stopped trying it as it was frustrating and didn’t go back until one time in 2019. Different experience altogether.
I never understood people who use it recreationally, way too profound.
Anyway good to connect. Have a great weekend.
Perhaps it did, but it was maladaptive in many ways. I’ve moved past it at this point, and it took years of struggle, therapy, several trips to the psych word, and multiple different rounds of medication. They always tried to medicalize my issue when I insisted my issue was spiritual and existential, but obviously that sounds like gibberish to doctors. And in the end it wasn’t the medication or the therapy that brought me back to reality. It was through continuing forward on my journey until I reached the point when I realized it was pointless, that this world is as real as any other, and the only one I have direct access to anyway. And then a slow climb back to consensus reality as I learned to acknowledge that the perceptions of others are valid in their own ways and that I can never fully extricate myself from society, so I shouldn’t try. So I started learning how to see the world from the inside like most people, instead of from the outside like the psychonaut I thought I was.
Yeah, I can see how a K-hole would be much gentler than salvia…
Yup, the dissociation/derealization on salvia can be really uncomfortable. My breakthrough doses were all on extracts, 10x and 20x. But on lighter doses I would stay in my body and the high felt very physical in a very weird sort of way. Hard to describe.
Man, I’ve always wanted to meet these elves. Maybe they’d be kinder than the deities in the salvia dimension. Some of the voices there are downright cruel, like it’s a sport to them to play with fools like me who believe in the reality of the physical body and world.
Yeah, back when I did a bunch of psychedelics I always said it was for spiritual reasons. I thought that made it some higher or nobler purpose than just doing it for fun. But people thought that just makes me pretentious and detached from reality. I guess there’s a reason spiritual teachers tend to warn their students to keep their practice secret…
Same to you