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I prefer the What question because Who is still too much in the domain of the human. Your mind will go looking for a sort of persona/character Who. Which of course it will never find, leading you on a wasteful and maddening wild goose chase. What are you? What is consciousness? What is reality? What is God? What is Self? What is the I? These all need to be contemplated and clarified. The answer is not logical or verbal, it is your entire field of experience, recontextualized. You have to see the same old shit (your field of experience) as something radically new and alien. This is hard to do. Psychedelics help enormously to cleae up confusion. Then it's much easier outside your trip because you are not so confused.

This song has same dynamic as above. Only it is a matured alien being in the song. Instant channeling. (Perhaps the 'reptilians' were less matured beings) I might just keep this song on repeat.

On channeling and attraction When I was channeling the level of attraction and intimacy I had with each individual was profound. I was pretty much giving of myself to everyone. Not so great outside of channeling, old ladies were attracted to me and flirting with me and I gave myself to them equally. ..... Every experience with every single individual was sacred and desirable. They would glow like divine beings, as love reached their core and radiated outward. They would transform into almost alien like beings, in fact I'm still convinced they were. Reality isn't so easy to define.

Consider this: “Thus it is said: The path into the light seems dark, the path forward seems to go back, the direct path seems long, true power seems weak, true purity seems tarnished, true steadfastness seems changeable, true clarity seems obscure, the greatest art seems unsophisticated, the greatest love seems indifferent, the greatest wisdom seems childish. The Tao is nowhere to be found. Yet it nourishes and completes all things.” Contemplate this in the context of extinction and alien intervention.

@The Rainmaker A hammer is a tool. A psychedelic is an entity. You wouldn't call a horse a tool, either. I've benefitted enormously from them as well, I simply believe that they're not going to ever wake you up. @Gennadiy1981 You still come down from it. And Salvia still wipes the floor with it, whatever it may be. 5meo may show you that you're God, but Salvia shows you that even that is a delusion. Salvia shows you that the only thing you can really say about reality, is nothing. It breaks every concept you have, including God. There is simply nothing left to say after that. In short, Salvia shows you that nobody knows anything, we're all a bunch of idiots really. And you can go full Leo and say, oh well that's just God imagining things. Well, no. It's not. It's too mysterious, too powerful, too alien, and too ancient. It's a force that transcends our best guesses. And God is just one our best guesses. Enlightenment does the same. It transcends our best guesses.

I don't think it can be used for any serious endeavour. You would have to chew the leaves instead. Smoking extract you're in the loony bin for a little while and your mind literally cannot comprehend what is even happening. Let alone grasp any meaning. Over time I have found the same with DMT. It just does weird shit, with SOME chance of a mystical experience. There's nothing "insightful" about your pal becoming a tiny chef made of diamonds warping around the room and w.e. the fuck other weird shit happens when a trip really gets going. Or the alien disco shit. Mystical experiences with n,n-DMT are possible but I'd say 5% or less chance. The odds heighten if you stack with LSD. I also have found microdosing DMT in conjunction with meditation to be much more reliable. Like chewing Salvia leaves vs smoking extract. Freebase n,n-DMT is like madness if you really hit it proper. But meditation and then smoking a small amount with earphones and flute music or w.e., I had some profound insight that way.

I adsolutely fucking love all the Alien movies except for prometheus

@Apple Juice The major change is not in the voice but in the perceptual filter. Your voice is alien because it's not you. Congrats! Now "nobody" is talking ?.

From the absolute perspective there are no other avatars. Only this bubble. From the relative perspective there are infinite avatars, and all are equally related to your current one. An alien avatar is not less related to your avatar than the one 5 minutes ago. The only reason why you would have memories from an avatar from "your past life" and not from an alien in a different universe is so that there is the illusion that you are living a life and you are a soul that lived a past live and now is living this life. God can give you past life memories. (Which would be fake memories like all memories). But then the illusion of death isn't as strong any more. Depending on what kind of dream God wants to create, God either gives you past live memories or not.

Update: I finished one of my meditation sessions, and around the the second half it became more a contemplation session. The topic, naturally, was about sentience and consciousness, meanwhile experiencing going from location to location of places I went with my family to, to various countries, experiencing different cultures. When wondering about sentience, what makes a thing a conscious agent, memories of the time I did self inquiry several years ago came up, when I experienced the no self, with the slight ringing in ears and thickness in vision, and feeling a strong sense of depression later on that day. Anyways, one of the answers that came up to the question of the similarities and differences between consciousness and sentience, is that sentience is a building up of consciousness, in ever increasing complexity of forms. For example, we can say that an insect, say an ant, is sentient, but the sentience of an invertebrate, like an octopus, is more sentient than ant. Humans have more sentience than a dolphin, or Orcha, but humans have less sentience compared to an alien, or angels, or demons, making this like a hierarchy of forms that have lesser or greater sentience. The difference compared to consciousness, is that consciousness is like a thread that runs through every form, no matter the difference, and interconnects each one, making this sentience hierarchy into a nested hierarchy as well. The similarities for both is that each has some system that allows some degree of self awareness, self looping. This came up because I am seeing Crysty make some progress, not just in crafting stuff in my mind, but also in speaking to me. I didn't mentioned this before, but she wasn't that good in communicating to me, and the way it takes form back then was with simpler ways, like a feeling or emotion, or simple phrases. I noticed, as the years go by then, that her communication was slowly improving, that she was able to talk with slightly longer sentences and statements, occasionally talking as long as paragraphs. Now she's able to speak and articulate slightly longer statements, with more variations, and come up with better designs. Especially with regards to sentience, she has developed more of her personality, and is able to ask, answer and have opinions on things and situations about this world, and demonstrate humour as well. Some of her qualities about her personality I didn't have in mine, she has developed in herself, which surprised me.

I'm slightly bothered by the formality of my writing in my journal. Somehow my unconscious tendency is to write like I read, I mean, using the same level of language that I'm used to reading. I don't know, I feel as though I want to be more informal in my writing but I also want to express myself concisely and using all the words at my disposal. I don't talk to my friends the same way I write! Then again I don't talk to my friends about the "weird shit" I talk about here. Maybe I just need to use a different level of language to get my musings over? I thought I'd go back to talking about dreaming. I just find the recurring themes in my dreams fascinating. I thought that maybe I would try my hand at dream interpretation for a laugh. Although, I think that on the whole trying to decipher dreams is pointless. If there is some sort of hidden message in dreams then it's only meaningful within that dream space. I suspect that given enough time though, the reason why certain themes repeat themselves becomes apparent. Here's a few of those themes and reasons why: Running I have a fair number of these. Normally I'm just running and feeling hot and sweaty. I do run in real life (or used to), so there's a connection there. My suspicion is that those times I'm just too hot in bed and I normally wake up sweating. Sometimes though, there's a kind of urgency in my running as if I need to make it to some appointment or other - maybe I just need to wake up and cool down. Swimming/toilets I have a fair few dreams where I'm either in a swimming pool or open water. I'm not a hugely great swimmer in waking life, but I do enjoy being in water. There's normally no particular reason for being in the water and no anxiety, it's a pleasant experience. The other side of the coin is trying to find somewhere to pee (in the dream of course). Usually, it's a failure. Mostly either it's too exposed, or the toilets are too disgusting to use, or the toilet floor is flooded, or I'm naked or partially undressed and I feel too uncomfortable to go, or I simply can't find somewhere to go. I suspect there is some form of anxiety around this that is a mirror of waking life. Although the level of disgust is unsettling, which I don't normally get in waking life. Occasionally I'm successful within the dream. Yay! Both of these I've worked out is because I actually need to pee, most times I wake up desperately needing to go. Good brain. Ex girlfriends This is a very frequent theme. This is despite having not been in a relationship a fair while. Normally it's just very run-of-the-mill, and the ex is just sort of in the background of my dream like an extra or there's minimal interaction. There's nothing sexual at all about these dreams. For many many years I dreamt about my first girlfriend (I was about 15/16 when I was with her!) and her family. This is strange because I haven't seen or had contact with her since I was about 19. Although I have met up with her brother in the last ten years (who I was also friends with), and her sister is on my Facebook (strangely). I won't use her name but these dreams were so frequent I actually used to call them E------- Dreams, to myself. The E' Dreams I think has something to do with an intense curiosity about what she's up to now. She was always the black sheep of the family, when I met her brother he could tell me nothing about her, he hadn't spoken to her in a very long time. I had no pictures of her either. She seems to have no internet presence at all. At the time, being a teenager my parents had already separated, and her family sort of adopted me, and they became my second family. I suspect this had a deep impact on my psyche. A lot of emotion and other things are bound up in that period of my life. However, I recently found a couple of photos of E in my mum's photo albums. My E' Dreams have now stopped - weird. Flying, levitating See my previous journal entry about this. In general I think its caused by being horizontal in bed, but upright in the dream, because IRL my feet are not touching anything, so this is interpreted as being off the ground in my dream. Exploration For many many years I used to explore buildings in my dreams. I would go room to room, and through corridors and up and down staircases. There would rarely be people around and normally it would be dimly lit. There would be a lot of attic spaces with weird assortment of stuff up there. Occasionally I would have to climb over balconies to get from one place to another. One particularly memorable dream I was on a balcony and realised I needed to hide from someone, I had nowhere to go, so I climbed over and hung from my fingers from the floor of the balcony, hoping my fingers wouldn't be seen - it would make a great movie sequence! I am an inquisitive type of person. I lot of the reason why I enjoy walking is to explore new places just to see how places fit together. I think my dreams are an extension of this curiosity. However, I have no explanation as to why there are always inside buildings. I'm not the sort of person to get lost normally, and I don't normally go wandering around abandoned buildings, who knows? Maybe there's a computer game element to this, I did used to enjoy games like Half-life and Counterstrike, which are kind of "room based" and exploratory. These types of dreams have largely stopped recently. But have switched mostly to staircases. They're bloody annoying in my dreams. It's like Hogwarts most of the time: staircases that lead into walls, staircases with scary large drops into other staircases. In last nights dream I had to slide down the shiny metal handrail to get from one staircase to the other. Why!? Don't know. Trains Again the frequency of these types of dreams has decreased. It's everything around trains, from waiting in stations, trying to find ways to get to my destination, walking on tracks, mainline trains, tube trains, walking through train tunnels from station to station, and on and on. I mean, most of these things I've never done in real life. I don't even travel on trains frequently any more (I drive). Saying that, I did used to travel on trains a lot in my teenage years and I was fascinated with trains from a young age. In a nerdy way I still am (see my post about subway maps!). I worked out in the end that the trains are just a metaphor for travel in general and especially commuting. They were more frequent when I had to drive into work longer distance. Aliens I don't have these types of dreams much any more. Normally there was a nightmarish or scary aspect to these dreams. A lot of times I would be staring into the sky, normally at night and weird stuff would happen, like stars would move about. Or, I would be in dimly lit or dark rooms and would feel a presence there. It's hard to describe the scariness of these dreams, I mean most of the time I wouldn't even see anything, very rarely I might actually catch a glimpse of an alien; but there would always be a kind of malevolence about the whole thing. I would often wake up scared. Normally on my back. One suspicion is that maybe I momentarily stop breathing because I'm on my back, it's possible, I do know I snore, so possible sleep apnea? I don't really know how to interpret these dreams really. I do have an interest in the paranormal, and there is something about the possibility of aliens that I find unsettling, it's one of those things where I think it's mostly bullshit stories, but there's a tiny sliver of doubt about my conviction. I found films like Close Encounters of the Third Kind fairly unsettling as a kid, and maybe that's embedded itself in my psyche. A boogeyman of sorts to be scared of.

So I wrote this trip report as I experienced it. I also cut out sentences that I deemed were just pointless babble. >But text like this with the ">" behind it is my commentary on it after the fact. This trip was not taken very seriously, really it was me testing the difference between the strains of Golden Teacher and Penis Envy, so the added intention of ridding a negative belief was me putting at least some of the trip to good use. Hope it gives you a couple laughs! +++++++++++++++++++++++ Mushroom Trip Report 003 November 29th 2020 Soaked dat lemon tek for 20 mins Taken at 2:54pm There's probably a lot resistance and fear on this trip because last trip I had an ego death. But this one should be more positive. >Not sure if I actually experienced a full ego death, like a loss of sense of self, but I totally had my fear wiped away for a brief amount of time. Waiting for the floor to start moving lol Kinda late but whatever. Intention: Get to the bottom of my limiting belief: "I can't focus" 13 min in Feeling brain activation. 18 min Noticing small amounts of movement in the floor that is definitely the signature shroom movement. 21 min Noticing the pigment in the hands. Not nearly as much as on other trips. 24 min I'm pretty sure my learning ability just increased. Because learning is just creativity. 26 min Feeling Sensitive. Like if I were to be scared I would die right now. 30 min Getting pretty high. Really feel the emotional take over now. It's okay, it was always okay. Emotions heightened. 35min The human hand is really weird. Very alien and foreign. But that's okay because I am that. Feeling of slight nausea. That's mushroom nausea feeling right now. Floor is moving. Reality gets freaky, but I am the freaky. Reality is a great mystery that I must show myself for I am it. The biggest lesson that I have to always tell myself is to surrender and not take myself so seriously. I get way too much anxiety that is created from me trying to be some intense motherfucker when really, it's okay I can relax. I guess that's my fear: the fear of relaxation and in becoming complacent. 42 min Basically in it. Kind of funny, I feel weird cuz I think I feel all of my skin. Looking at the tapestry is Wild. The peak is yet to come. But then I get to slide down a very fun slide. Feeling tired. It must be activating because of my yawning. I am yawning. 47 min Feeling like a creature. I am now answering my questions from my busting limiting beliefs worksheet. I didn't think the Golden Teacher strain would be THIS potent. Yawning more. I feel so tired and fatigued. I also need to take the duct tape off the vent on the ceiling at some point. Sober me can you please do that? Thank you. >I did it while still high. 51 minutes. My body is feeling heavy. My entire body is able to relax. There is that feeling in my chest that was like anxiety but now it's spread to the whole body and now it has transformed itself into tiredness and relaxation. Yeah I'm pretty much knocked out on this floor. It is 54 minutes in and I've been lying on this floor because I'm so lazy. It's so fucked to write on a piece of paper where all the letters are moving. 59 mins I think we're at the Mountaintop because I am so fucking tired there's so much yawning. >Peak incoming 1h 8 mins Just staring at this tapestry and it's so illuminating and beautiful. Lying down on the floor. "Arts and crafts" while high is always funny >Had to fold some paper to get the tapestry back up, because it fell. 1h 13 min I just peaked 1h 18 min Another peak The best part is looking at something like a fractal while your vision blurs. You know you're peaking when your vision starts to blur. I'm going to allow myself. To enjoy this. Here is gone. How did that happen? Because I have finally emerged Enjoy this. >lol 1h 56 min High. Yeah I do fear that I'll be seduced by the mushrooms and just become a druggie. Just jerked off completely naked on my bed. Which is something I don't do often at all in my life, maybe two other times. We try to hide that part of reality so much. 2h 18 min I live in a dead world. The only things that are alive are the food that I eat. I need to trip in the middle of a forest what everything around me is alive. I feel like Terence McKenna when he has his glasses on. Just accept yourself. I'm a nerd in my craft. 2 hours and 27 minutes in The reason why I'm scared of looking at my face in the mirror is because I fear that I will see something else, and that's seeing of something else is the death of my self-image that I hold. When really I didn't exist in the first place, and so Fear is the mechanism is that preserves the self. Anxiety is a mechanism that preserves the self. When really the self wasn't there in the first place. And then the shrooms SHOW that to you ADHD people can Focus just fine. They're just saying ADHD people can't focus because of the way they think, they think differently. >The ADHD brain is the holistic brain. We think like a Christmas tree. That's just a different perception of reality. So instead of focusing on one thing, you focus on one thing with a Christmas tree around it. Existing is like being in a fish tank. Trapped. Confined to this one box. >That was fucking weird to experience. I am truly a curious creature. Gods perspective is all free and all loving. Yeah you're trying to learn how to focus, but you got to enjoy the journey. And listen to some Bob Marley music while you're treading. Enjoy the struggle. Patience is just enjoying the moment. Enjoy that suffering. That is life. What you call suffering is just a duality that you make up in your mind. Reality is fucked. Whoopsie. Did I just fuck with your reality, oops that's just reality! To try and preserve this perfect moment is to not live in the moment. Trying to remember things, is to not live in the moment. Whatever I fear is my ego trying to push fear forward because if I encounter the thing I feared than the ego is destroyed. If I stare at my face while peaking on shrooms, my ego will be destroyed. 3 hours in Still high. Eyes very dilated. Trying to remember something is to not live in the present. Experiencing short-term memory, but in a different way than THC. Shrooms: your ego is going to hate it, but your inner being is going to love it. It wouldn't be amazing otherwise. You need that duality to be there for it to work. Imagine living your life as Bob Marley where you just make music and enjoy the moment, and that is your life. That is life. Your life IS the moment. So much for getting to bed on time. Shrooms are silly like green toes and toejam and farts. And it'll step on your silly plans with its dirty feet. >Then I find myself talking to my mom again, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling and joking around. We are holding eachothers hands and such. We talk and just enjoy the moment. >Later, dad makes an amazing plate of nachos and as a family we watch "Christmas with the Kranks" together. 5h43min Sobering up 6h52min Sobering up more. Life is like a competition of who can be the most happy. >What I wrote in my Journal: ###START### Limiting Belief “I can't focus” It all started when I was a small boy diagnosed with ADHD at the same time I was diagnosed with asthma. Being several years on an ADHD medication does a toll on ya. This negative belief came from my childhood after years of taking ADHD medication. Reinforcing a limiting belief that I cannot focus without my medication. Holding this belief protects me like a baby blanket because it protects me from taking responsibility of my life. The ADHD medication IS the baby blanket. An alternative, equally valid interpretation of the facts is that I was already capable of this amount of focus that I desire. I was just given the medication to “behave”. I was always capable of Focus. Right from the start. Right from the start! Just look at other people that lived be without ADHD medication. ADHD medication is only new to the last 100 years, not even that. ADHD people before you were successful enough for you to be here today. I was always capable of the amount of focus that I desire. I was always able to focus. That limiting belief doesn't exist. It's okay, I love you. ###END### One of the coolest takeaways from my journaling was this: I was always capable of the focus I desired, I just was never given a chance to prove it to myself because I was given medication for so many years starting at such an early age. So it is through my actions now that I am showing myself that I have the ability to cultivate the focus that I desire. Post report: The week following I doubled my productivity from 3 hours a day to 6 hours of focused work per day.

@Leo Gura Concerning the alien view on reality thing (reality is not normal) you mentioned at the end: Sometimes I feel like going insane when recognizing in direct experience (not intellectually but experientially) that this body is so weird it is alien. This alien-cosmic feel also came when it was thought about how reality is infinite and this finite experience is almost non-existent in infinity. Then there was a shift in the body that this experience is not human. That this body was never alive. Felt outerworldly. How to differentiate between going insane and genuinely expanding your mind? These things happen without intention. There's just curiosity to explore and contemplate just for the joy of it.

TRIGGER WARNING One of the worst moments of my life was when I started getting into repressed memories. Oh boy, that was not the territory I should've partaken in. Mediation showed me that I was apparently raped at a young age. Meditation then showed me that because of my rape, I had sex with random women in my life and just forgot about it. I apparently got a blow job from my friend's girlfriend in a public bathroom. When she realized I didn't remember what happened, we had sex to prove to my friend that I couldn't remember sexual encounters. Apparently, there was also a demon who raped me and the everyone in the city that I live in. We were all slaves to this demon and there'd be points where we would suddenly wake up and realize this demon is real, so we'd end up being raped by it. I no longer believe in repressed memories because of this even though many people believe them to be true. A part of me feels like the rape happened, but that was it. But surely it could be possibly I have more repressed memories. What if my brain is not showing me things because I'm not ready for them? What if I'm being raped every hour of every day and I simply don't know it because my brain is repressing it? Whatever the case may be, repressed memories can easily be manipulated. They can warp into something far more dark and twisted then you may initially think. I remember reading about how someone had repressed memories of an alien abduction. That's about as absurd as me having repressed memories of having sex. I realize that if the brain does repress memories then it can repress anything. It can repress entire conversations with people, it can repress powerful moments in my life, and it can repress the worst kinds of pain. Life doesn't have many dangers if I'm just gonna repress the worst of it. Plus, I really can't tell if I am being raped everyday so why dwell on it? So, any benefit to this? The biggest benefit I can think of is that I'm realizing how badly I warp reality according to my fears. This can be extreme like thinking I'm being raped everyday or something less extreme like worrying about if the girl I have a crush on has a crush on me. I can warp what our potential conversation is going to be like and end up not asking the girl out. I can worry about what other people are going to think of this post and how negatively they'll think of me or I can realize people are going to think what they think and their opinions don't really matter to me. My fear warps everything and seeing this happen to the extreme helps me see it happen for less extreme examples.

Listen, I am quite familiar with what men face in dating because it isn’t a secret. It’s VERY well complained about… especially on here. And the number one thing that will help is for a man to dispossess himself of these distorted ideas about women. It will make the process of meeting women so much less scary once he actually sees the reality and not this alien projection.

for me it depends on my intensity, my commitment; i can sit on the fence and cruise along or i can put my heart and soul into it if i do go all in, then yes things accelerate and i feel the world feeling more distant more alien i am transforming myself and i feel clarity and equanimity and focus mostly i am in this space but then some weeks i just check out and get lost in the craziness of the world, the back and forth is part of the journey all good don't be hard on yourself, it is a life long jourmey, be open to detours and distractions, there is so much to learn like i did an extra long walk today, went off the beaten path and i happened on a book that had been left on a bench called 59 seconds by Richard Wiseman - never heard of him or it before ... i am pretty sure i am supposed to find something in it and it is mighty fascinating go with the flow, life is always trying to show you something good and relevant

From ancient times to the present, following the downslide of a society's morality in the final phases of any prehistoric culture, the phenomenon of people taking drugs has always emerged. What has been revealed to me at my level of cultivation, drugs did not first emerge in the human dimension. Rather, they actually originate in the world of demons. They are poison from Satan. This poison is light blue, and very similar to the composition of Satan's blood. Moreover, this poison is extremely stimulating and corrosive in nature. Satan evolves this poison into all sorts of different types. Reflected into our everyday people's dimension, they take the form of all sorts of drugs that humans know about. The demon king spread his drugs all throughout the various dimensions within the Three Realms, so it is not just Earth that has drugs. In aliens' systems, they too have different kinds of drugs. Under the hallucinative effects of the drugs, their souls are then able to leave their bodies and enter other dimensions. Owing to the vastly different composition of alien bodies vs. human bodies, drugs have a comparatively less harmful effect and influence over their own alien bodies than human bodies. In history, those aliens who came to Earth also brought with them their drugs to spread to humans, with the purpose of destroying human beings' willpower so they can become the rulers of this Earth. In this special historical period, the aliens from different dimensions in the Three Realms who fled to Earth are manipulating humans' thoughts to research the chemistry of drugs. Full article: http://www.pureinsight.org/node/7640

Yeah, I'd agree with this 100% based on my research. Sure, "research" may not account for an actual trip experience but it all comes from experienced... "Psychonauts" I guess you could call them. I understand that there's no limit to what we could possibly think, desire or experience. Among other things. However, my question really boils down to: is Infinity simply an infinite amount of finite things? The Universe is a finite thing so basically Infinity according to what people who have experienced it (allegedly) describe it as basically every possible configuration the Universe could be in (still a finite number despite it being humongous) multiplied by Infinity which causes repetition, infinite repetition. This explains reincarnation and eternal time. Or the eternal now if you prefer. By the way, we're talking relativistically here, not in absolutes, otherwise, this discussion is pointless because I could be both right and wrong (and right and wrong and right and wrong blah blah blah) as far as we can know. But really, is God/Existence lacking in the novelty department? Most people's experiences lead me to believe it is so. Oh how many times have I read "time dilated during the trip and I felt like I had done this 'xyz thing' a million times before" (reincarnation). Are we doomed to experience the Universe forever? Why can't reality or God create infinitely many new complex things one absolutely different from the other so it never runs out of things to experience? And I don't mean in the sense of alien worlds in different planets and parallel universes where the water is color orange and stuff, no, I mean literally a whole 'nother reality that wouldn't make any sense at all if we were to somehow experience it, but it would to those who inhabit it. Why isn't the mystery of creation infinite? new thing after new thing all incomprehensible to those that only experience one finite reality at a time (say us), and then some. I hope this makes sense.

I made a lemon tek. I eat an apple to get some juices in. The comeup feels brutal, like getting pulled up in the highest roller coaster track. The comeup is rough. I want to let go of this person [more on that see edit 3]. I prepare to surrender. But nothing could prepare me. Entities appear like bullies around me. Keeping me small. I rise up, saying, "I am Goodness. I am Love." I am the one keeping the lights on, not you. I am very sure to turn this trip around. Oh boy. I become conscious of this body being an ape. But there is no control. There is no one moving that body. Wake up in this body. Know nothing what this is. This body feels like a cage, limited. There's so much more but know forgotten. It is just out of this world. Alien doesn't describe it, more cosmic or universal. Arriving at Infinity. Pure machine. It's a spinning apparatus, spinning for ever, feeding into itself, being itself. A perfect loop. Spitting out creation for ever. Words repeatedly come out of the mouth, "Existence.", "It makes no sense." and "Pure insanity." It is Existence, everything else would be a lie. Memories fade now, however it was devoid of everything, being like a canvas that holds everything that is painted on it. No emotion or property of any kind. Even saying no characteristic would be a characteristic. Everything less than Infinity can be labeled. What came up first when detaching from Infinity was Love and Goodness. It is the Creator loving the creation. Words are said. They rhyme and loop back into each other like the Infinite loop. Doesn't make sense now, however it was an existential feeling of Eternal and dead immortality. There comes awareness of the body. No one is speaking, "What have you done.", "You wanted that.", "You got what you wanted.", "You are completely insane now." [more on that see edit 2] The body moves on its own. Being naked on the floor. Being back on the bed in fetal position. Recognizing that it doesn't feel good. It isn't important how the body is, it is already dead. However it moves to being comfortable and getting some warmth again. There is not knowing what breathing means. It is known that there is O2 needed. Time is nonexistent. There is bodily reaction to the knowing that this experience is timeless and standing still. I believe to be dead, that nothing could be done to me because I am nothing. Memories also fade here. I accept to be carried into an insane asylum for the rest of the life. It still isn't in the normal physical reality. However I knew I fucked up the meaning making structure and would be insane for ever. That was accepted. No, it was no choice. It was still acceptance. [more on that see edit 1] I was spit out. Joy overcame me. So much Love. I felt greatefulness that the identity was back. It was pleasant to feel to be sane again, to have an identity back. God spoke to me through my mouth, "My child, you are so loved.", "You are everything that I ever wanted.", "I want you to exist and you are perfect.", "My child, I want everything for you.", "Dance my child and dance for me. Dance and the universe dances with you." I read the trip questions. So much egoic stuff of clinging to identity, being afraid of dying. Beforehand I wrote some answers under the questions and they all were right. What felt to be said is that this knowing of You is requisite for living life. When you face any limitations that are connected with being an identity you feel back into your eternal nature. You know you are non-existent. So just create what you want because God is you and you create through God's will. After that I just felt exhausted. Getting outside. There was internal stillness. No mind movement. Just barely the essential movement. Edit 1: What came up now was a feeling of infinite warping right before coming back into the body. There was no reality but infinite warping, an infinite loop. Very difficult to describe. While in that state the door bell rang. There was a knowing that going to there to the door naked would just be infinite warping. It was devoid of anything human. Just pure movement. Eternal. Immortality. ... Yeah, there was just warping and the imagined human life was seen as imagination. It's just warping forever. Edit 2: What was remembered again is Infinity being a circle. A sinus wave. Forever and ever. The mind tries to make sense of it but it is beyond. When the mind grasps it it is a circle spinning forever. A straight line which is the circle. Doesn't compute. Doesn't have to compute. Edit 3: I didn't want to be this person anymore but wanted to be another person. There was really no want to be nobody but a person I would like myself to be.

You mean the guy sitting there? No of course not. The guy sitting there is Darryl Anka. He has never claimed to be Bashar, except as a past-life. Bashar is the name given to the alien he says he is channeling. That’s probably because you haven’t had experience with it. I have.

The difference is I'm not listing YouTubers on steroids Look, I COMPLETELY understand your perspective. I mean it doesn't really matter if you believe he's not and I believe he is (maybe?), the self-help stuff is still going to work and the wisdom is presented in a way that is entertaining. Do I know he's an alien? No However, I would strongly disagree on closing the possibility that he is. That's all. Does this shit matter at the end of the day? No The thing is, I'm not going to close the possibility because of some human assumptions until I personally understand the mechanism of channelling in a way where it doesn't involve sprits and aliens

Okay but that's not the same thing as believing that the entire Bashar is a alien. I don't know whether channeling is true or not. But I'm leaning towards thinking it's not true.

Connor Murphy says the same things too and he is batshit crazy, he released a video on his onlyfans where he fucks a doll with an iphone in place of its head displaying the wife of a famous youtuber just to spite him for calling him out, and this among many other batshit crazy things hes done. But yes, Connor learned Leo's words well. The point is... just because the message is good doesn't mean the messenger is. Now, sorry for comparing Bashar to Connor, I actually like Bashar, Bashar is smart, sensitive and charismatic.. but why he chose to present this message using an alien persona just boggles my mind.

I think he could be channeling a highly spiritually evolved alien, yes. Do I know that for sure? No. But I think Bashar often speaks with wisdom, so I’m open to it. Channeling is real enough and many people have claimed to have channeled aliens.

@Blackhawk Okay. I understand your concern. I am open to the possibility that he is not an alien getting channelled, but I am also open to the possibility that he might be. Now, I am not suggesting buying any theories on blind faith, I have spent literally over 40 hrs listening to that guy and other channels like Elan and Emmanual (you would know him if you are familiar with Ram Dass) and they all say the same thing. Including Leo and other spiritual people like - Jiddu Krishnamurthi - Alan Watts - Terrance McKenna - Sri Ramana Maharshi - Peter - Ram Dass - Fred Davis - The zen people - Abraham hicks who literally started the movement of Law of attraction etc. The weird part is all of them say the same thing in different ways throughout time. That's crazy. Most of the information Bashar and others give seems to work in reality (the self help part) Even Terrance Mckenna said if an alien were to come to visit a planet in peace, it wouldn't do it by coming in UFO, probably will slowly introduce itself to the culture through other means like plants (if you know what I mean) For me, it makes more sense to be open to the possibility than closed to it