the timboucher experience

sparkwidget

I have horrible insomnia. Especially on Thursdays. In fact, on Thursdays I straight up hallucinate. Two Thursdays ago, while I was trying desperately to sleep, my room dissolved into a forest. I felt like I was in a dreaming state but was still quite awake - I could leave my room, get water, come back, and when I lie back down, the forest came back. Soon enough, Krishna showed up with a crowd of girls and began to dance in a small pasture in the forest. He had a flute, and one of the girls had a tambourine, and the just danced all night to a hypnotic and monotonous beat. Over and over again. All I wanted was to fall asleep. And I couldn’t fall asleep. I was so angry at Krishna, I started to try and tell him to fuck off, but he wouldn’t go away. Supreme abode and purifier my ass - I just want sleep!

rev max

The last time I took mushrooms (summer before last) I also saw kelpies and mermaids, as well as gnomes and trolls. I also saw the little guys who push the waves into shore. WHat a thankless task! They’re cheerful about it though.

Sleep deprivation will sometimes lead me to see shadow people indoors or anthropomorphized buildings and trees outdoors.

I think we learn not to ssee these things as we grow older. You can hypnotize someone and tell them that you are invisible and they will still be able to see you- “invisible people” doesn’t compute.

But if you hypnotioze someone and tell them that you are not in teh room, they will not be able to see you - there brain already “knows” you aren’t there.

AT least that’s what I hear…

Gina

I don’t know if you know much about Iceland, but many Icelanders firmly believe in mystical creatures; some 54 per cent steadfastly believe they do exist and a staggering 90 per cent, if not totally convinced, are aware of a ‘shadow community.’ So serious are the Icelanders’ belief, that during the recent construction of a multi-lane highway, work was delayed whilst a ‘dwarf home’ was relocated outside the construction zone.

“I see elves all the time” says Erla Stefansdottir casually. “I was born with the ability to see them, so for me they’ve always been there. Most children can perceive them too, but the surroundings dictate the form they take. In societies where people say there is no such thing as elves, it means that people are simply stripped of the ability to see them. It is possible to unlearn what you once knew…”

Erla, a pleasant, calm, middle-aged lady from Reykjavik, doesn’t look like a mystic. She doesn’t carry any broomsticks or wear a pointy hat. The only thing slightly peculiar about her is the way she squints at you as she talks. Yet Erla is Iceland’s most renowned psychic and seer of ‘hidden people’ – elves, gnomes, trolls, land spirits etc. And she is adamant that they exist.

As the name suggests, ‘hidden people’ are invisible to most. Only people blessed with the gift to see them can testify to their existence. To help give normal people an insight into the lives and whereabouts of these beings, Erla has devised some Elf Maps, which describe the principal habitation areas of the hidden people. The main hotspots, according to Erla, are areas which are generally regarded as mystical in Iceland, sich as Hafnarfjordur, just outside Reykjavik, and Isafjordur, deep in the isolated and highly mystical West Fjords.

The maps show drawings of the ‘hidden people’ as Erla sees them. Elves, according to the map, vary in shape and size. One looks like a tall, skinny man with legs up to his neck and a shock of bright red hair. Another looks more feminine with wild blonde curly hair and a colourful patchwork dress. Gnomes are tiny – between 10-12cm tall - and look extremely jolly. Dwarves appear as a temperamental bunch - some ugly and frowning, others wearing hats and smiling.

Erla’s visions are rooted in Icelandic folklore. The hidden people came to Iceland with the Vikings that settled the country over a thousand years ago. Nordic mythology is famously rife with dwarves, invisible protectors of the land, elves and all other kinds of weird and wonderful beings. The ancient cosmology of the Nordic people has been kept alive throughout the centuries thanks to it being committed to paper in the 12th century by one Snorri Sturluson in his ‘Edda’.

Thanks to Snorri, future generations have been able to draw inspiration from these epic and imaginative tales, most notably 20th century artists such as Richard Wagner (who plundered the myths for his dramatic opera The Ring Of Nibelungen) and J R R Tolkien, for his ‘Lord Of The Rings’ (Gandalf and Bilbo’s dwarves are taken directly from Snorri Sturluson’s ‘Edda’). The myths were once a part of all Nordic culture, but were only preserved in Iceland for one good reason - isolation. Iceland’s location in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean – and its domination by Norway and Denmark for seven hundred years - has meant it has been allowed to develop in its own, idiosyncratic way, where other countries have become more aligned with their immediate European neighbours.

The big question for most people, is whether elves and hidden people are just figments of a few over-excited imaginations, or whether they are something to be taken seriously. Proof of hidden people being a fairly widespread phenomenon can be found in stories that local newspapers carry, which regularly report on how humans attempting to construct houses or roads on ‘elf’ rocks and land have suffered inexplicable obstacles. Machinery has broken down; workmen have suffered mysterious injuries, and have been visited in their sleep by ‘hidden people’ telling them not to continue. Further evidence of a deeper-rooted belief system can be seen in the roads in Iceland which literally go around rocks because workmen were too frightened – or respectful – to move them out of the way.

To many, the idea that we are coexisting with small, invisible people seems at best anachronistic, and at worst like utter lunacy. This fact that is not lost on Icelanders who like to think of themselves as a thoroughly modern and developed people, as well as being proud of their heritage and contact with the past. Walk into a bar in Reykjavik - or any other smaller town - and start asking people if they believe in elves, and they will likely look at you as if you are raving mad - or simply shake their heads at such ignorance.

The real test though is to ask an Icelander to dig in a spot where elves are said to exist. Although 99% of Icelanders will tell you they don’t believe in hidden people, you won’t catch them doing anything that might upset them! In 1972, the old Viking religion was revived under the banner of Asatru, an organisation dedicated to reviving the old Norse ways as accurately and comprehensively as possible. The former head of the organisation, Jormundur Ingi, sheds some light on the subject of hidden people.

“A friend of mine, a retired professor of ethnology, did some studies on the local beliefs in hidden people” he says. “He was a very pragmatic man and, as scientists do, he was trying to prove something that he thought he already knew. He sent out some general questionnaires to people and sneaked in the question: ‘Do you believe in hidden people?’ 90% of people said ‘No’. He then drew his conclusion, which was that Icelanders didn’t believe in them. But then, just to double check, he changed the question to ‘Do you know anyone else that believes in hidden people?’ This time 90% of people said ‘Yes’. He also asked if they believed the stories that the other people told them about hidden people, and again they said ‘Yes’. In other words, people believe, but they don’t want to admit to others that they believe.”

Statistically speaking, Icelanders are very spiritual people. An opinion poll by Iceland’s local newspaper DV discovered recently that 81% of Icelanders believe in life after death. This compared to 28% in Germany, 22% in Denmark, 10% in Sweden and 60% in Ireland and the UK. Magnus Skarphedinsson is the leader of the Spiritual Society in Iceland, which has 10,000 members – a hugely significant figure in a total population of just 300,000. The society holds weekly séances, and collects people’s experiences with the supernatural - ghosts, aliens, hidden people, elves, dreams etc.

“Many of the people who see elves come from the country” he explains. “This is because people in the country are less polluted by the educational system. The more education people have, the more prejudice they have about these things. I’ve met doctors and dentists and politicians that have told me in deep secrecy about all the experiences they’ve had, but they refuse to talk about it publicly. Icelanders, for the last eleven centuries have been much more in touch with nature than other countries. The enlightenment came here in the 19th century - two or three centuries later than other countries. In the meantime Icelanders had to rely on their senses and on nature. They had to sense the weather and things like that. The fittest survived, and those are the ones with psychic abilities.”

Whether the continuing existence of ‘hidden people’ in Iceland is a tourist trap, or whether they really can be seen, is of course something each individual needs to go and find out for themselves. One word of advice before you go though: don’t sit on any rocks that have doors painted on the outside. Because if they do exist, the last thing you want to do is make them angry, and the likelihood is that your insurance won’t cover any incidents caused by supernatural forces.

http://www.paul-sullivan.com/view_article.php?textID=54

roseg

no personal experience, but i do remember reading something about carl jung and how he suggested that UFOs were the modern day version of mermaids and dragons and stuff that people used to see in dem olden days

couldn’t find any links that were specific, but here are a couple that might give a rough idea of the flavour of it

http://www.symbolism.org/writing/books/spc/mystique/home.html

http://www.meta-religion.com/Psychiatr...ical_psychology/symbolism_of_ufos.htm

sparkwidget

Fell - the lanky fire in the sky people! I’ve seen them too! There’s supposed to be a psychological connection between hallucinations of this sort and so-called sleep paralysis.

My experience included sleep paralysis. I was at the beach when I was a teenager. My door was open and I could just see into the hallway from my bed. I thought I saw a small lanky peach humanoid stride down the hallway. I got up, ran out, didn’t see anyone. When I went back to bed, I’m not sure if I feel back to sleep. Very shortly, I saw in my peripheral vision two very tall and lanky figures like the ones Fell saw, crouching in the room. I couldn’t turn my head. I tried to scream, but could not. I tried to pound the wall, but I was half-able to barely touch the wall, like my arm was made completely of lead. Eventually, despite my terror at the whole situation, I fell back to sleep. A year or two later I came across descriptions of sleep paralysis and found that it is a fairly common experience.

More on sleep paralysis:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

Garrett Kelly

“Each frame of reference provides its own explanation for paranormal manifestations. The religious orders conjure up angels, even great luminous blobs purporting to be God Himself. The magical crafts call up demonns and great spirits. The spiritualists summon the shades of the dear departed. While their rites and belifes may vary greatly, the basic methods are all the same. Person with psychic ability - tuned minds - probe into the superspectrum and gather its energies to themselves. When fragments of that energy are collected by the human recievers, just as a radio collects the energies of the EM spectrum, the frequencies are changed. The energy is brought down to our reality, our space-time continuum, and in the cases of materializations it is altered from pure energy to atomic matter. The entities so produced have no actual mind of their own. Their mind is partly gained from the human reciever and is partly connected with the energy field of the superspectrum. Some of these transmogrifcations attain a degree of independence once they have been created. But they are mindless and lost. They wander around our dimensions as ghosts and goblins, harmless until they find a believer. Then they feed off the mind and emotions of that believer, assuming the identity subconciously chosen by the believer, and creating manifestations within the context of the belief or frame of reference.”

The Eigth Tower, John Keel

This is the currently theory I’m interested in exploring, and it seems like where we were all going a few months back. I’m reading this book right now and this part seemed to sum it up pretty well for me. Most of the book talks about the realms of the electromagnetic spectrum that we cannot percieve, and how these entities move into our small little window. Keel attempts to explain all the physical symptoms of encounters - conjuctivitus, rashes, nausea - as the movement of something from outside our realm into the microwave/cosmic ray strata (which produces these side effects) until eventually it has moved into our visible perception. Very neat, though I don’t know shit about the science and he could be pulling this crap out of his ass.

As for the entity I saw in my dream the other night on Ran’s land (Read here: ) - I was a mulder type and this creature kept jumping out of the bushes. He resembled Samuel L. Jackson, and was sort of genie-ish, but definitely not friendly. I don’t seem to remember him having any physical body below his torso, he wore a black shirt and a blue baseball hat and somehow I knew he was the demi-god of “free” boxes on the side of the road. He also liked to vanish, and that was really pissing me off.

hebrides

In the mother country (literally, my mom’s country and where I was born), people will half-jokingly threaten to come in pull your feet while you’re sleeping when they die. When I was about four and taking a nap in the afternoon, I experienced this. I woke up because I felt something tugging at my feet. I peaked under the covers down at my feet and saw an old woman’s face, smiling, between them. I was too freaked to get out of bed, so I put the cover back down and closed my eyes and willed myself to go back to sleep. That same afternoon, while my mom was napping she heard her great aunt calling to her. She got up and called the mother country and found out that her great aunt had just died. I never met my mom’s great aunt and don’t know what she looks like, but I’m convinced that’s who was pulling my feet.

When I was in high school and really fucking with my sleep cycles (coming home right after school, sleeping till about midnight, then getting up and staying awake till about three or four am), I had an experience where I woke up and saw a chair growing out of the ceiling and then, a clear, entity float from that same corner of the room and pass by my bed. I’m still not sure how to describe it, but when I first saw Dark City and the insides of the shadow men–well, they looked uncannily similar. The sentinels in the Matrix and the “helpers” in Donnie Darko are the only other similar-looking things I can compare it to.

When I lived in Kita-Kamakura, which is old, old rural Japan (and outside one of the old-time capitals, Kamakura, where lots of wars took place), I saw lots of crazy shit over a period of a few months, from late March to early May of that year. At the end of a three hour transformation breath meditation one night, which literally filled the room with a palpable energy, I saw a Grey appear in my mind’s eye and stare at me for about 10 seconds. Coincidentally? right after this, a palm reader who’d scammed me on a vacation to NYC earlier in the month (and who I stupidly gave my info to) called the house. My friend (whose house it was) ran interference and said I was not home.
Also, during this same period, I had an episode of being out of my body viewing myself in bed, plus dreaming at the same time. In the dream part, I was walking down a dark corridor, possibly underground. A bald kid, who looked to be between five and eight years old suddenly appeared in the corridor. He looked like a kid, but something about his eyes made me realize he wasn’t a kid and that he was much, much older. He spoke to me and said: “We don’t like children like you down here.” At that moment, it looked like a hundred similar “kids” came running down the corridor to me, they grabbed my arms and legs in the dream at which point, the dream and the out of body ended and I was in my bed, feeling my arms and legs being pinned down and hit. I was so panicked that I regressed to my Catholic upbringing and started saying the “Our Father” in my mind. (I couldn’t open my mouth.) And then it all stopped. This was the start of a whole bunch of scary shit like that happening in my room when I went to sleep (I was staying at my friend’s house and in the room where his grandmother had died). It ended after a friend from work, whose Japanese wife knew a Buddhist monk who did exorcisms and cleansings of houses, told me to put a mound of salt in front of my door at night. When I woke up the first morning after doing this, there was a huge dent on the inside of the door to my room and I found a big shard of wood from it behind my bed. I was later told I needed to put the mounds of salt in all the corners of my room, cuz that’s where the spirits entered from. (Maybe a ghost came into my room and tried to go out the front door, but bashed itself into it because of the salt on the other side?). After that, only one other incident like that happened, with a little green man, sort of like Mescalito appearing and taunting me, but that night all the salt had basically melted away due to the humidity.

I could tell more things, but that’s enough.

hebrides

One last thing about the ghost stuff in Japan. My friend later told me that two ghost men used to come into his sisters’ room at night when they were younger and beat her up. This was in the same house.

J. Puma

mort’s story reminds me of another odd ‘encunter’ i once had. i was once in a wendy’s restaurant in central florida with my family when two people walked in, a man and a woman, dressed in exceptionally proper 19th century clothing. the guy was in a full gray tux w/tophat & tails & one of those little capes that comes down off of the hat to shade your neck. the woman was a full-on southern belle, complete with hoop-skirt and parasol.

without saying a word, they walked over to the water fountain and began a thorugh investigation of it. when they pressed the water button, they lept back in surprise when water came out of the spout. they rubbed the sides of the fountain, looked at one another once or twice, and then, without even having a drink, left through the door they came in. keep in mind, they didn’t say one word this whole time. when i looked out after them, i swear to god they’d completely vanished. my family and i looked at one another knowingly, as if we’d seen something special, and never mentioned it again. to this day.

rev max

I believe it’s your senses picking up on the subtle worlds as you enter into the dreamtime or something, interpreting certain things as audible.

FELL: All three times I had been doing rituals in our basement before I went to bed. The most recent episode, I found myself sitting in various places in our basement working on something and as I slowly woke up relaized my body was actually lying in bed upstairs!

ANyway the explosions flashes makes sense now - thanks.

Fell

rev max, it’s like when I had that astral garbage growling at me. I highly doubt it was a true growl, per se, but perhaps some sort of more basic or bestial spiritual entity I picked up on or remnants of another that had the characteristics of being bestial. That is why I believe I interpreted the noise as growls. Sorta like your whiz-bang-pops, I figure they’re the mind trying to wrap an audible façade onto something that consciousness normally only perceives while fully immersed in the dreamtime. It may be a case of the waking senses trying to interpret and make ordered sensory information/experiences out of stimuli normally constrained to the more subtle occult worlds.

This would also explain why centuries ago more people used to see these noncorporeal entities and such as, say, faeiries and devils, and now we see them as more alien-esque. They don’t actually have bodies so it’s really just us wrapping symbolic interpretations around intelligent energy patterns the best our brains can. I presume with further training we can begin to communicate with them better, which is what I believe a shaman does.

Like that post that Tim dropped about Steiner:

The spiritual world, Steiner held, can in the right circumstances be researched through direct experience, by persons practicing rigorous forms of ethical and cognitive self-discipline. Steiner described many exercises he said were suited to strengthening such self-discipline. Details about the spiritual world, he said, could on such a basis be discovered and reported, not infallibly, but with approximate accuracy.

One must lead a spiritual life à la shamanism, where one is in-between the cognitive worlds of the spirit and the manifest/social (as is a recurring description of shamans). Because we use symbols to make sense of things, in the manifest it is more concrete as the intersubjective matrix we exist in is a tapestry of mostly accepted phenomenon with which we interact with daily. But as the quote states at the end, details could be reported with approximate accuracy. It takes one taugt in the abstractions of symbolism, and with the experience and wisdom of being able to cross-reference these symbolic façades with social norms to allow for the sharing of communication about things truly noncorporeal. Because they are not rational nor based in physicality, their interpretation will always be a touch subjective, but their overall characteristics should represent symbolic associations to things we can relate to here, in the manifest realm.

/rant

rev max

the first thing your brain ’sees’ is usually the correct thing, and if you try to change it into something that isn’t extraordinary, you’ll almost always succeed.

Hmmmmm…… hmmmm…. and hmmmmm… again.

That’s extraordinary.

rev max

On a side to this, sorry to digress, but has anyone ever had an experience (for me, usually during intense illness and fever), where you’re encompassed by what I can only describe of as a void of contrasts: to me, it usually embodies black & white, concave & convex proportions simultaneously, a sensation of inside & outside, like you’re being twisted in all directions, within and out? I generally am shocked at a white abyss in which I find myself surrounded, where small black flecks fly out at me at horrendou speeds and as they approach I notice them as numbers, digits, like 1s, 2s, and 3s, and they zoom up frighteneningly fast. They usually grow to become so ginormous that they in turn replace the whiteness with the blackness they are composed of, until some other sickening sensation resets itself as I turn back in on the whitness?

That’s never happened to me but I have tried scrying from the static on a TV channel. If you do it long enough you start to hear voices and see things, feel like you’re flying through a vortex almost like what you describe here. But its not all white or all black like you describe for me anyway its patterns of gray.

Fell

I have tried scrying from the static on a TV channel.

Hey, how do you find that works out for you? I’ve always meant to putz with that method.

Benjamin

I really enjoy your work Tim.

Anyway, I see things all the time, but right or wrong, I’ve put it down to sleep paralysis. Sometimes I find myself covered in spider webs and large spiders. Or I see or hear other things: little people shadows, doorknocks, lights on when they couldn’t be, or large faces in the roof. I can physically move, and I tend to get quite violent. When I shake the hallucination, I can find myself in all or any parts of the room. Sometimes the dimensions of the room are distorted, sometimes I see little creatures. Before I knew what it was, I was terrified, mainly because I was awake..

When I had a name for it, sleep paralysis, and an understanding of how it worked, I was able to see other things. I still wake up with the demonic spiders sometimes, scared shitless, other times these experiences can be quite humourous. One time I saw these elven children in a steamboat on the roof waving at me. I still get the scary stuff but, I also get some good stuff too.

On a side to this, sorry to digress, but has anyone ever had an experience (for me, usually during intense illness and fever), where you’re encompassed by what I can only describe of as a void of contrasts: to me, it usually embodies black & white, concave & convex proportions simultaneously, a sensation of inside & outside, like you’re being twisted in all directions, within and out? I generally am shocked at a white abyss in which I find myself surrounded, where small black flecks fly out at me at horrendou speeds and as they approach I notice them as numbers, digits, like 1s, 2s, and 3s, and they zoom up frighteneningly fast. They usually grow to become so ginormous that they in turn replace the whiteness with the blackness they are composed of, until some other sickening sensation resets itself as I turn back in on the whitness?

I’ve had a similarish experience since I was a child. All I can sense is white void and movement, and I see squiggles making noise, something like a gibberish mantra, and twisting and I feel a distorting sensation myself. The problem with this experience is that involves endless repetition, being surrounded by meaningless shapes in a void in continual repetition. Sometimes I start waking up but experience the same sounds, same movement continually. This experience terrifies me, I always wake up in a cold sweat afterwards. It can some times be induced by feverish delerium, but doesn’t have to be.

alistair

i was married to a girl 20 years ago who`s father was a bad bastard.he used to beat the kids and was fired from his job as a janitor at a local catholic school for touching the students. one night i was meditating in the back porch of thier house and i saw a thick, fluorescent, spiralling green energy flowing up from the floor and up through the roof. it wasn`t a good energy and i broke the focus. i told my wife and her mother what i had seen and her mother got very quiet. about a month later my wife and i were sitting having coffee in the village when a fire truck went screaming by. people were running by the window of the shop and so we looked out and saw smoke coming from the direction of my wife`s house.
my wife`s brother had fallen asleep after night shift with a lit cigarette. the matress he was lying on caught fire. he managed to get the matress outside but the matress ignited the carport and burned the porch down.
i learned later that the porch had been burned down three times before that.

czyx

On a side to this, sorry to digress, but has anyone ever had an experience (for me, usually during intense illness and fever), where you’re encompassed by what I can only describe of as a void of contrasts: to me, it usually embodies black & white, concave & convex proportions simultaneously, a sensation of inside & outside, like you’re being twisted in all directions, within and out?

I had similar experiences as a child. Lying in bed I was huge and small at the same time. I could “feel” the ceiling inches from my face. The walls slid in towards me and back away very quickly. The sensation was that of having a gigantic structure looming over me, pulsating.

Sometimes I saw and heard from familiar people in this state. I played with my perception of them, making them seem sinister and morbidly fixated on frightening me. It felt like a game or an exercise of some sort. It was enjoyable–like stretching your legs and running full blast.

In the second grade when we’d all gather around the teacher to hear to her read, I would sometimes focus on her face and try to make the image zoom in and out the way the walls did in my description above. This would often work, putting me in a similar state of consciousness during the day with my eyes open.

channel null

Forgot to mention, one theory I heard was that the Grey alien, the Schwa, was a collective guilt response for nuking Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the grey being a charicitured Asian–which I’d like to believe, except that Uncle Al painted that picture of Lam twenty years earlier and I’m pretty sure other accounts exist.

Fell

It is a bit weird, cuz I have made an effort to never refer to the one I encountered as a Grey, although the semblance is obvious. Also, because I grew up with occult symbolism, I’ve always wondered how much the whole social mind has affected their general “appearance” as so-called aliens. Though they really don’t resemble those cute fuckers you see on stickers. Mine was tall and lanky.

Heh, Tim, thanks for the referral. I’ll look into it. Don’t bother retyping the article. The whole “paradox experience,” as I sometimes refer to it, may just be me embodying a revulsion to the transition involved in altering states from the conscious, waking one. I have no idea. As for the being able to see inside and outside of things, I’ve had brief experiences of that so I don’t know if they’re related.

I read online somewhere that practicing staring at objects until one could view a “face” or any other object would aid in evocation. I started doing that and now I’m a little jumpier than usual.

Since youth, I’ve had this ability to relax and see everything move. It’s very similar to the hallucinations on LSD or psilocybin, but it pleasantly haunted me throughout high school and (don’t laugh, heh) I used to stare at the patterns that would emerge from the flooring in my bathroom in my old house years ago. I could sit and #2 and just stare, seeing faces, things, movement, dramas, personas, et al. Early on, I figured that this was a trait necessary in scrying (too bad I am too lazy to really practice my scrying). But it’s something I can do at will now, looking at almost anything. I really need to work on it.

I predict it will aid me in my upcoming attempts at evocation. And yes, there will be three people within a safe distance, two with cameras so we’ll see if we can post some pictures of monsters. Anyone got any experience with this shit, please let me know. The practice I did on psilocybin some time ago with sigils, glyphs, and symbols will greatly aid me, I hope, in the coming months here.

Rev max

The guy and I kept calling his grandfather. Mist kept pouring out from the bar stool. I dunno about the guy, but I was pretty excited. I thought it was cool - I was doing this thing and something was actually happening. You know, along those lines. I don’t remember how long we sat there like that, but after a while, this face appeared over the bar stool. It was shimmering, green - and UGLY. And it was pissed! It didn’t say anything, didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. It sat there glaring at us. I tell ya, if looks could kill, that thing would have killed us. And I could feel waves of anger just pulsing off the thing.

Wow! That’s a wild story. So wasthe other one. Seems these mean old patriarch types like to take out their rage on their families by setting things on fire - just plain creepy!

Fell

Max, I’ll be using the Heptaméron for the evocation.

Tom (and others), I’ll try to find that piece by Julius Evola I read that I felt pertinent to this experience. I wish I knew more about it.

Tim, sorry to have swayed the discourse here.

hebrides

Tim, The entity Moore is referred to, with the spider form, is Azazoth.

channel null

It is a bit weird, cuz I have made an effort to never refer to the one I encountered as a Grey, although the semblance is obvious. Also, because I grew up with occult symbolism, I’ve always wondered how much the whole social mind has affected their general “appearance” as so-called aliens. Though they really don’t resemble those cute fuckers you see on stickers. Mine was tall and lanky.

I’ve got both the cute ones and the tall, lanky ones, some friendly, some mean with sharp teeth and all that. Again, though, I steeped myself pretty deep in ufo-myths as a kid then quit and frankly never wanted to hear another mention of them. So you can imagine my surprise when I walk to the toilet, puke up the ayahuasca, and the fuckers are in my room. And the bathroom floor technique–both Salvadore Dali and Leonardo used it. I’ve found it tinkers a little to much with my sanity at times.

Rev Max, I’m wondering whether maybe possession can only occur in social settings. Some theories suggest that command/father hypnosis only works if both parties believe in it as essentially the parties create an extreme power dynamic, a social contract of sorts: perhaps something related occurs with possession. I mean, I don’t stand to gain anything really except “wow that was cool”, and neither do most higher “spirits” stand to gain, from possessing me if I’m alone in my room. I suspect that the Goetic “demons”, which seem to have some programming to lust after mortal experience, might, but I’ve never worked with them.

Fell

And the bathroom floor technique–both Salvadore Dali and Leonardo used it. I’ve found it tinkers a little to much with my sanity at times.

I didn’t know that; I’ll have to explore that in further detail? Do you have any quick references to this, Channel Null?

As for the ayahuasca, yeah I can imagine that would make you ill to the stomach. I’ve had the fortune of trying DMT once, and came across those cybernetic elves everyone talks about. Fantastic experience, that was! (Not the “elf” in particular, but the whole experience.)

rev max

This is the passage I’d come across dealing with the vertigo realm of experience mentioned here, also. It’s not exactly what I recall from my own, though mine are also biased in the name of terror and youth. The passage is from Introduction to Magic (pp 24–25), by Julius Evola and the UR Group:—

Have you read the MInd Parasites by Colin WIlson? He describes almost the exact same thing as Evola does here (ie, sinking in water from the surface of reality to the center, past the archons in the shallows down to the depths of the ocean where the sun shines the brightest)

rev max

hey fell

its out of print but after i kept running across references to it i was able to get it on ebay for about $10

yeah, colin wilson is great, i read his book beyond the occult when i was about 17 and that got me interested in ouspensky, and so forth… yeah the outsiders is great too!