@paradox404
Then i suggest you take advantage of the gift you have and harness your ability into entering the first phase into OBEs. I speak from my 40 years of experience on the area.
Of course i felt i had natural gift for that. Just like you have.
While i dealt with that terrible sensation, that is how i describe sleep paralysis, i occasionally decided to face it as Snake Plissken said and it opened my consciousness, or my perceptibility into other dimensions.
I had entered OBEs through lucid dreaming and also by visualization. But my more realistic OBEs were got through Sleep Paralysis.
I've tried to do OBEs a lot but I continuely fail. I've never had sleep paralysis since I had to endure that shit my pop put me through.
I'd have to learn how to get rid of my PTSD first probably.
The most realistic experience i had, through an altered state of conscience resembling the one you posted (the one i took as a joke and now i realize you really meant it) was when accidentally had poisonous mushrooms.
The experience were once described elsewhere and if you have nothing more to do, But really nothing more...i invite you to do the Reading and see how i got into trouble.
A satirical ironic critical version on drugs and their questionable help into solving man's crucial living problems.
The current post is not meant to be controversial. It's just a factual account of something eerie that once happened to me. I was incited by some internet records on drugs that here and there can be found available . It was when I involuntarily ate some psychedelic mushrooms.
To make a better understanding possible readers are addressed to some of my blogs='me', 'It's raining rice', 'Smoking is bad for health' and some others in which they will have a feeble idea of my idiosyncrasies where drugs have never taken part as a valid means to attain any spiritual development.
Now you can imagine how I felt as I involuntarily had those hallucinogenic mushrooms. Guilt-feeling was inevitable although I was not to be blamed. Anger for having been deceived and misled, a fact.
It all began when I felt I might as well buy myself some mushrooms to get the hotel salad better. I've always liked mushrooms and when I am to choose them I make sure they are quite good. That's why I've always chosen them in little glass jugs, always tagged 'eatable'. I've always known we must be careful in picking out the good ones.
I was in New Delhi at that time and decided to go to the market near by so that I could get those mushrooms for my salad. There they were, they looked really great lying on the shelves. They looked great in the surrealist scene put on by the old shop. Elves like puppets on a string hanging from the ceiling completed the scene. They were sort of hovering around above the shelves as if they were little sentries guarding the mushrooms. So I reached out for one of the glass jugs and lifted it onto the counter. Since they weren't tagged and I couldn't tell the good ones and the hallucinogenic apart I asked the man if that one I just put onto the counter was good for eating. He absent-mindedly answered 'yes', 'good'. 'very good'. I was satisfied, the glass jug paid I turned around heading back to the hotel that was only two blocks away from there.
At the dining room I sat and ordered as usual. And when the salad came I felt myself happy to add the mushrooms I had just bought, they seemed so tender, so nice.
Gee! This was the beginning of an ego-trip that I couldn't exorcize off my mind up to the moment. I just can't get over it.
The mushrooms were delicious as I tasted them, but in a while I started to feel myself sort of strange. I just coudn't touch the meal. I had a feeling I had been poisoned. There was really something eerie about the mushrooms. It didn't take me much time to realize I had eaten 'poisonous' mushrooms. I just flew away from the table and hurried my way up the stair heading my room feeling sort of throwing up. The door locked I stood at the window to get some fresh air while I tried to control the panic cause my head was spinning round sort of out of its axis. I knew something was going on and I just couldn't foresee how It would end. Suddenly I realized that perhaps I might had eaten a hallucinogenic kind of mushroom and since my head started to be clear that would not killed me after all. Then it seemed that all I could do was to grin and bear it. Being a complete stranger in that city, having been there in a business trip arranged by the organization I work for making a scene, compromising myself for having taken drugs was completely out of question. I knew in my heart that they necessarily do not kill. Better this way, so I could lose my job if I would be sent to the hospital. My reputation at stake the last thing I needed in this whole wide world was attracting attention and I immediately turned down the idea of calling the hospital.
As soon as the drug really took effect I started hallucinating. Sort of panic, sort of anger with the sale man, kinda fear, a bit of anguish and the social anxiety that grew stronger as i ignored the outcome of all this. An emotional salad, indeed. If only I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The first thing that occurred to me was that I was losing the sense of having an ego- something, anything that gave me a sense of individuality at all. As I looked at the sky it seemed to have been painted in a terrific denin blue- and tiny snake-like, spring like sparks of light were dancing like crazy falling from the sky like a rain of light. The increasing anger that installed in my mind was jeopardizing the whole experience and I took that vision as a bad omen. While my mind worked furiously to reach an agreement on how to solve the issue to that careless seller. Then I turned my focus to a great number of passer-by. I could see to my astonishment a halo of light surrounding them as if they were all saints, not only around their heads but also around their whole bodies. But not only around people but also around buildings, houses, trees everything showed that odd threatening halo just like a bright circle of light such as seen around the sun and the moon in misty weather.
To cut the long story short, two or three hours later I had come to my senses again, thank the good gods of fortune. I was still standing by the window and that was me as I knew myself. Then as I was recovering my senses and the halo around things no longer existed, it had disappeared as if they had never existed. The sparks of light from the sky had also vanished. Everything had come back to its natural state.
Next day first thing in the morning I was determined to see the man who had sold me the wrong mushrooms. I was full of anger and the man would have to hear a word or two. Then I hurried back to the market to see the man. As I got near I noticed the very man talking to another one in English. But as I burst out complaining for having been misunderstood and misled about the mushrooms the man just made believe he was not making out a word I was saying, that he spoke no English he made it clear through his nods and gestures. My anger increased as I saw he was cheating me once more and I started to make angry gesticulations and hard curses in Italian so that no one could understand me and I could release my anger without compromising me too much. But as a market seems to have a collective mind people understood I had lost my temper and started to form a circle around me and the seller. To get things worse some kids suddenly started to repeatedly whip my back with long light sticks just like Lucas and Anon often does and some people began to curse back in Hindi- that's what I thought. The scene was already made. My legs couldn't help but turning myself around heading myself back to the hotel while I could, the turmoil of different voices banging in my head. I was a little stupefied, the side effect of the drug I think. Things seemed already too unreal to me, It was not happening, too confused. And the group's attitude just amounted to the 'surreal' of the situation plus my own imprecation in Italian that sounded incredibly dramatic among the hell created. A pandemonium, for sure. So my legs took me back to the hotel while I was still infuriated with the seller.
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) and I felt this cold feeling over my back and that's what eased the pain. The next morning is when I found out why my back hurt like a b*tch. Or at least after the experience. In my dream, I was somewhat lucid (lucid but not enough to be consciously knowing I'm lucid#. I was walking in my school, towards a makeshift mini church. I was passing by it (or away from it?). I couldn't remmeber exactly the dream since it was years ago and it was kinda blurry/lightish view. I could only remember walking and seeing the concrete under my feet as I walked. I think I lifted my head and I heard a voice say, "It's alright."
Actaully I don't even mind if you two talk about it over a cup of tea. I THINK my GA appears to me as that president Snow from the Hunger Games (without the strict eyes) and Santa Clause mixed. Yeah, our brain likes to make references or reuse memories to make something new to be created as 'dreams'. Please hint I'm being a bit sassy but I'm serious.
