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Some years ago, maybe in 2010, I was listening to David Icke's account of taking ayahuasca on an mp3. During his trip he met the infinite. I felt a desire to experience this. Almost immediately I began to smell cannabis. I hadn't smoked it in years and I was nowhere near a door or a window so the smell must have been imaginary.
The next day I was in the library. They happened to have the book by Icke in which he describes taking the drug and meeting the infinite. I read it through. I left the library and turned a corner. There amongst some leaves I spotted a bag of dope. Grass. £20 worth. I remembered the smell of dope in my flat.
I smoked it. Didn't meet the infinite.
Some time later I was walking by a graveyard. There was a wheelie bin that had been tipped over spilling rubbish. A complete mess of colour. Somehow I spotted a bag of dope amongst the trash. Grass again, the same amount. Wow.
I smoked it. This time I decided to meditate on the drug. After a few minutes something happened. I went somewhere. I was floating in darkness. In the dark was a number of people, floating in a grid pattern. It didnt feel like a dream. It was real. I was there. These people were wearing bizarre costumes, shiny and multicoloured.They were all unique and amazing. I knew their name somehow. They were know as The Selection, or The Select. And I remembered them. I remembered that I used to be one of them and that I was no longer. The visit began to end, they were gone and a wave of grief engulfed me. I let out a wail of pain.
Not long later I found the next bag. Grass again. The same amount. This time it was just around the corner from my flat in some ice near a pub.
It was then that I realised that each time I found the dope it was nearer and nearer to my flat. I figured the next bag would be found in my flat. Sometime later it appeared...in my front garden. Grass again, the same amount. And like all the bags they were new, untouched. Now I was worried. Whoever was arranging for me to find these bags of cannabis, they knew where I lived.
And I realised there was a pattern to the locations of where I found the bags of cannabis. The first was amongst leaves near a library. We talk about the leaves of a book. The second was amongst rubbish near a graveyard. What is the body but rubbish we bury or burn? The third was in ice near a pub. You serve drinks with ice and ice itself is water which you drink. The last bag was in my garden lying on a tuft of grass. Grass is of course another name for cannabis.
Who sent this dope? The Selection? Were angels dropping it for me to find? How did I even spot them little bags? Was I being guided? I don't know. This wasn't my first weird experience. I was already suspicious that there was more to reality than I knew. But this really convinced me...and scared me. Sometimes I wonder if it was simply my own mind that conjured those bags of cannabis. But why the patterns to where I found them? That shows intellect. There were no more of them by the way. But there have been other events that demonstrated that I was being looked after. I was being helped, and being informed about certain things about me; some I cannot go into. Some you wouldn't believe. Some I don't believe myself. I have learned things through magical coincidence that have left me in a constant state of anxiety. I fear for my soul. The forces of darkness are interested in me, let's just say that. Maybe they arranged this visit to a higher plane to unbalance my view of self.
Who were those people I saw? Were they 'The Gods?' Why was my experience different to Icke's? He saw no one, just heard a voice that explained to him that reality was mostly an illusion. Then he was taken to a place of true bliss: infinite love.
Something like this happened to mage and comic book writer Grant Morrison. He decided he wanted to be abducted by aliens and took a small amount of cannabis and was abducted by aliens; that manifested as mercurial blobs of metal that took him into space and revealed spiritual truths to him.
Maybe you have had something similar happen to you. I would like to hear about it.
Btw, I posted this experience on a site called Unexplained Mysteries. You would think with a title like that they may be open minded. No. They just dismissed it and joked about 'bin diving.'
I despair. 99% of people haven't a clue about reality. Their only power is to skeptically trash evidence of magic so they can feel superior. I blame them for how reality is on this planet. Our minds shape the world and their childish minds are keeping us enslaved in mundanity. Let's hope their rule is coming to an end. They are not superior, they are empty; like this world.
The next day I was in the library. They happened to have the book by Icke in which he describes taking the drug and meeting the infinite. I read it through. I left the library and turned a corner. There amongst some leaves I spotted a bag of dope. Grass. £20 worth. I remembered the smell of dope in my flat.
I smoked it. Didn't meet the infinite.
Some time later I was walking by a graveyard. There was a wheelie bin that had been tipped over spilling rubbish. A complete mess of colour. Somehow I spotted a bag of dope amongst the trash. Grass again, the same amount. Wow.
I smoked it. This time I decided to meditate on the drug. After a few minutes something happened. I went somewhere. I was floating in darkness. In the dark was a number of people, floating in a grid pattern. It didnt feel like a dream. It was real. I was there. These people were wearing bizarre costumes, shiny and multicoloured.They were all unique and amazing. I knew their name somehow. They were know as The Selection, or The Select. And I remembered them. I remembered that I used to be one of them and that I was no longer. The visit began to end, they were gone and a wave of grief engulfed me. I let out a wail of pain.
Not long later I found the next bag. Grass again. The same amount. This time it was just around the corner from my flat in some ice near a pub.
It was then that I realised that each time I found the dope it was nearer and nearer to my flat. I figured the next bag would be found in my flat. Sometime later it appeared...in my front garden. Grass again, the same amount. And like all the bags they were new, untouched. Now I was worried. Whoever was arranging for me to find these bags of cannabis, they knew where I lived.
And I realised there was a pattern to the locations of where I found the bags of cannabis. The first was amongst leaves near a library. We talk about the leaves of a book. The second was amongst rubbish near a graveyard. What is the body but rubbish we bury or burn? The third was in ice near a pub. You serve drinks with ice and ice itself is water which you drink. The last bag was in my garden lying on a tuft of grass. Grass is of course another name for cannabis.
Who sent this dope? The Selection? Were angels dropping it for me to find? How did I even spot them little bags? Was I being guided? I don't know. This wasn't my first weird experience. I was already suspicious that there was more to reality than I knew. But this really convinced me...and scared me. Sometimes I wonder if it was simply my own mind that conjured those bags of cannabis. But why the patterns to where I found them? That shows intellect. There were no more of them by the way. But there have been other events that demonstrated that I was being looked after. I was being helped, and being informed about certain things about me; some I cannot go into. Some you wouldn't believe. Some I don't believe myself. I have learned things through magical coincidence that have left me in a constant state of anxiety. I fear for my soul. The forces of darkness are interested in me, let's just say that. Maybe they arranged this visit to a higher plane to unbalance my view of self.
Who were those people I saw? Were they 'The Gods?' Why was my experience different to Icke's? He saw no one, just heard a voice that explained to him that reality was mostly an illusion. Then he was taken to a place of true bliss: infinite love.
Something like this happened to mage and comic book writer Grant Morrison. He decided he wanted to be abducted by aliens and took a small amount of cannabis and was abducted by aliens; that manifested as mercurial blobs of metal that took him into space and revealed spiritual truths to him.
Maybe you have had something similar happen to you. I would like to hear about it.
Btw, I posted this experience on a site called Unexplained Mysteries. You would think with a title like that they may be open minded. No. They just dismissed it and joked about 'bin diving.'
I despair. 99% of people haven't a clue about reality. Their only power is to skeptically trash evidence of magic so they can feel superior. I blame them for how reality is on this planet. Our minds shape the world and their childish minds are keeping us enslaved in mundanity. Let's hope their rule is coming to an end. They are not superior, they are empty; like this world.
