DeadElvis666
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Ok. I may be in the wrong section with this post. I'm new to BlueLight. I've never publicly commented on this before. Several years ago I got heavy into nitrous oxide. I mean heavy. I was doing an average of 200-400 nitrous canisters per day for about 2-3 years. Take a minute to reflect on that before you continue reading...
After a few months of heavy nitrous use, I started to have an unusual experience. As i was coming out of my "fishing" I would get the distinct impression that there was someone else in the room with me. As i used more heavily it started to seem like I could actually see a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye, and often it seemed like they were reaching out to pass me something, like a joint or a balloon. A few times I actually passed the balloon to my "invisible friend" on accident while under the effects of the nitrous and watched the balloon flutter away. The more I used nitrous, the more visible my "invisible friend" became, and eventually, after about 6 months of heavy daily huffing, he had become a fully visible silhouette I could look at and interact with while under the influence of NOS. He looked like the shape of a person but invisible. Exactly like in the movie "predator" when the predator has his "cloaking device" thing on and he's like a clear silhoutte of himself.
I became increasingly fascinated by my "invisible friend". He usually appeared stuck in the wall of my apartment, like he was halfway sticking out of the wall. I could watch him and interact with him. I couldn't hear him, but he seemed to hear me talking and I was able to establish a basic level of communication using basic non-verbal communication. You'd be amazed how much of our ability to communicate is unspoken. Mannerism and simple gestures were easy to interpret and he seemed to just hang out there all the time, hanging halfway out of the wall every time I started huffing NOS. I began to affectionately refer to him as "guy in the wall" and we spent months just hanging out together while I did NOS.
Around this time I began to realize that unlike other drugs, the nitrous trip builds on itself and continues to get deeper with each experience. Unlike LSD which is a completely different "trip" each time, the nitrous experience is more like a video game that pauses each time you stop using, and restarts from the same place once you begin huffing again. Around this time I also started to notice that there seemed to be progress with each trip and a serious of "puzzles and challenges" laid out before me like a video game. I started to meet new "invisible people" and strange muppet like characters. Each one seemed to represent some sort of "challenge" or puzzle. Much like a video game I would continue to repeat the same character until I figured out their puzzle, and moved on to the next level. After passing one of these "challenges" I would have the sensation and visual hallucination of being relocated along a massive elaborate grid or maze. Like I was rapidly "leveling up" and I could feel myself rushing through some kind of grid lines like an Alex Grey painting. Then I would be deposited at a new location on the grid and face a new set of challenges with a new host of "invisible people". When I passed these "tests" and was relocated on the grid, it always seemed like I was moving closer to the center of a gigantic cosmic labyrinth.
As time went on the characters became more vivid. More defined. Sharper edges and more clear. I could communicate with them more easily.
One day I noticed that one of my invisible friends had the same body shape and mannerisms as one of my real life friends. He seemed like a perfect "invisible copy" of my friend. I began to look around at my other invisible friends (at this point I had a crew of about 20 invisible people who just loitered around my apartment with me, watching me huff NOS all day). I began too look more closely at the silhouettes of the other invisible people and quickly realized they were all the silhouettes of people I have know and been friends with over the years. All the "ghosts" in my apartment were actually my best friends from real life. I began to spot them one by one and figure out which ghost was which person from "real life". All my friends were there, all my family, even friends who died many years ago. And sure enough, I was there too. There was my ghost, hanging out with all the other ghosts... drinking beer and goofing around. They all seemed to be pretty happy and having a generally good time. Occasionally they seemed to argue with each other and have disputes, I even saw a few fights, but for the most part they seemed pretty good natured. But I didn't recognize all of the invisible people. Some were strangers. I always figured they were just people I haven't met yet and become friends with later in life.
Once I solved this "puzzle" their identities were always very easy to distinguish. Each "ghost" felt like the person they were in real life. I could tell who I was talking to based on their "feel" without having to closely examine their silhouette. Occasionally I confused people who had a similar "energy", but for the most part I was able to start addressing them by name. I became friends with my own ghost. I caught up with a friend who died when we were kids. I developed a crush on a female who I referred to as the "cheshire cat girl". Years later I suspect it was the woman I am currently dating, who I hadn't met yet at that point in my life. She is the love of my life and my "dream girl" who I'm currently planning to marry. She's a knockout suicide girl who I've been obsessed with since we were young, but I didn't personally know her yet at that point. I actually saw the ghosts of other women who I hadn't met yet, but I would later date and have relationships with. I met my ex-girlfriend as a ghost years before meeting her in real life.
At some point around this time I started to communicate with them using my mind. We could have "telepathic conversations" without talking. I also began seeing them in color. As I would exhale my cloud of frozen gas and slip into the "nitrous wonderland" the cloud of gas would pass across their silhouettes, illuminating them in full color. They were beautiful fractalized and angelic versions of the real people they represented. As each of their their "ghost faces" were shown to me for the first time, I was able to see the profound beauty of each one of them. Their "ghost faces" were shown to me one by one over the course of a few months. Their faces were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Too beautiful for words. Like a perfect radiant angelic version of the real person. Around this time I also began to see them when I was sober and other spooky things started happening while I was sober. When I would walk past fluorescent lights they would begin to flicker. Strange things started happening to the lights wherever I went. Lights seemed to dim and flicker when I would walk into a room. I started to have a really powerful presence and people started to seem entranced by me. I started to feel like I was developing strange supernatural powers. I felt like I could read peoples mind and see into the future. Women became easy to attract. New friends flocked to me. I could have any woman I wanted. I became extremely popular. I had a strange mystical energy that attracted women. I started to have a very "Aliester Crowly" vibe that made people attracted to me. Getting laid with beautiful women became laughably easy. I began jokingly referring to myself as the "shaman of the dark", the "ghost hunter" and the "one who walks between shadows".
It was also around this time that I began to reach the "center of the maze" and I was no longer solving puzzles put before me by the "ghosts" and instead I just worked on developing my "powers". At one point I had an incredibly vivid hallucination that i was being "tattooed" or "modified" by some sort of powerful entity. The ghosts "dosed me" with an invisible drug. They applied something like toothpaste to the back of my hand and sprinkled it with powder. Afterwards I spent two weeks going through the most agonizing pain imaginable. It felt worse than kicking heroin. The substance they applied to my hand actually burned my skin and I still have a scar from it. Actually I think that happened right before I developed the "supernatural powers". There were also other "invisible entities" who were not my real life friends. They seemed much more powerful, like some sort of demi-gods. They often appeared in the form of animals or part animal and part human. The other "ghosts" seemed to have immense respect for these "demi-god-characters". They were obviously not human, or ghosts or whatever, but some other, higher lifeform. I had some powerful and humbling experiences with these "demi-god" characters. All the "invisible people" could travel through time and space and manipulate the physical world around me. They would occasionally knock things off the table, open and close doors, mess with the lights, music etc. but mostly they stayed confined to their own plane in which I was a visitor. Elements of my world seemed to overlap their own. My couch would be sitting on a tropic beach or the edge of a cliff rather than in my living room. They would open doors that didn't exist and walk up stairways or ladders that weren't visible to me. The doorways and windows in my house became doorways to different dimensions. I would watch as a dozen intoxicated "ghosts" came stumbling out of my closet, or climbed down up a ladder that wasn't there. One ghost unzipped the air in front of me like he was opening a tent, stepped through it and disappeared.
One of the more powerful things I experienced was a very clear and vivid hallucination that I was put into a "cockpit" type contraption. Something like a cross between a carnival ride and cockpit of space ship. Then I was zapped with some sort of electricity or something and I was immediately encased in a strange orange substance. I was then quickly "cut out" of the orange substance by some type of lazer and hung up in a strange round tank where I was lined up with other tanks full of people. I stayed in the "tank" for several days and it seemed like my "body" was undergoing some type of futuristic medical procedure.
Eventually I became so messed up from all the huffing that my friends and loved ones became very concerned and I had to stop doing NOS completely. It took about 2 years for the ghosts to "fade away" and during that time a referred to them as my "mount rushmore of invisible friends". They were all there hovering around me and guiding me like guardian angels. I still felt like I had "super powers" during this time. Beautiful women flocked to me, everyone wanted to know me and be my friend. Meanwhile my family and close friends cried about my "madness" and thought I had lost my mind. I carried continual conversations with my "invisible friends" everywhere I went. People thought I was insane, yet they were inexorably drawn to me. Women would call me crazy one minute and sleep with me the next. It was a surreal time in my life. I stopped using NOS and just spent my time drinking in bars and taking advantage of my "supernatural" ability to pick up women. And eventually it all faded into the past. I still have a really powerful presence, and women seem mystified by me, but I no longer see my invisible friends. I always have a sense that they are with me watching over me, but they are no longer a part of my life. I moved on. I got a job. I started a relationship with the woman I've always desired (hot doesn't even come close to describing her... she's one of the most popular models from the suicide girls website. she's like a dream come true) and most importantly I stopped using nitrous. Lately I've been dabbling with drugs again. We have been experimenting with heroin. But for the most part my life is normal. You would never guess that I used to be the ghost hunter.
These were the "major lessons" I took away from my years doing nitrous.
1. Death is not the end. Our souls are eternal. After death you will effectively remain the same person you were in life (this was a big one for me because I've always been an athiest, so this came as a big shock to me)
2. Santa Clause isn't the only one watching you and deciding if you've been naughty or nice. There's something I call the illusion of privacy. For a long time it was hard for me to masturbate because I couldn't get used to the idea of "everyone watching". Now I just make sure to put on a good show.
3. What you do with the time you've been given in your physical body matters. I don't pretend to know how it all works, but the things you do in this life matter very much and you will have to live with the choices you make in this lifetime. I can't really elaborate beyond that, but I suggest you don't waste your time on this planet because the things you do here matter more than you could possibly realize. In a way I think you continue to relive the choices you made in your life long after your death.
So in conclusion I want to state that 100% of this is true and exactly what I experienced. I don't expect you to believe it, but it happened. So that's my story. You may want to use caution when experimenting with nitrous. It's way more powerful than people realize. And if you use nitrous, try to keep your eyes open and look for the "invisible people". Who knows, maybe you'll see me around...
After a few months of heavy nitrous use, I started to have an unusual experience. As i was coming out of my "fishing" I would get the distinct impression that there was someone else in the room with me. As i used more heavily it started to seem like I could actually see a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye, and often it seemed like they were reaching out to pass me something, like a joint or a balloon. A few times I actually passed the balloon to my "invisible friend" on accident while under the effects of the nitrous and watched the balloon flutter away. The more I used nitrous, the more visible my "invisible friend" became, and eventually, after about 6 months of heavy daily huffing, he had become a fully visible silhouette I could look at and interact with while under the influence of NOS. He looked like the shape of a person but invisible. Exactly like in the movie "predator" when the predator has his "cloaking device" thing on and he's like a clear silhoutte of himself.
I became increasingly fascinated by my "invisible friend". He usually appeared stuck in the wall of my apartment, like he was halfway sticking out of the wall. I could watch him and interact with him. I couldn't hear him, but he seemed to hear me talking and I was able to establish a basic level of communication using basic non-verbal communication. You'd be amazed how much of our ability to communicate is unspoken. Mannerism and simple gestures were easy to interpret and he seemed to just hang out there all the time, hanging halfway out of the wall every time I started huffing NOS. I began to affectionately refer to him as "guy in the wall" and we spent months just hanging out together while I did NOS.
Around this time I began to realize that unlike other drugs, the nitrous trip builds on itself and continues to get deeper with each experience. Unlike LSD which is a completely different "trip" each time, the nitrous experience is more like a video game that pauses each time you stop using, and restarts from the same place once you begin huffing again. Around this time I also started to notice that there seemed to be progress with each trip and a serious of "puzzles and challenges" laid out before me like a video game. I started to meet new "invisible people" and strange muppet like characters. Each one seemed to represent some sort of "challenge" or puzzle. Much like a video game I would continue to repeat the same character until I figured out their puzzle, and moved on to the next level. After passing one of these "challenges" I would have the sensation and visual hallucination of being relocated along a massive elaborate grid or maze. Like I was rapidly "leveling up" and I could feel myself rushing through some kind of grid lines like an Alex Grey painting. Then I would be deposited at a new location on the grid and face a new set of challenges with a new host of "invisible people". When I passed these "tests" and was relocated on the grid, it always seemed like I was moving closer to the center of a gigantic cosmic labyrinth.
As time went on the characters became more vivid. More defined. Sharper edges and more clear. I could communicate with them more easily.
One day I noticed that one of my invisible friends had the same body shape and mannerisms as one of my real life friends. He seemed like a perfect "invisible copy" of my friend. I began to look around at my other invisible friends (at this point I had a crew of about 20 invisible people who just loitered around my apartment with me, watching me huff NOS all day). I began too look more closely at the silhouettes of the other invisible people and quickly realized they were all the silhouettes of people I have know and been friends with over the years. All the "ghosts" in my apartment were actually my best friends from real life. I began to spot them one by one and figure out which ghost was which person from "real life". All my friends were there, all my family, even friends who died many years ago. And sure enough, I was there too. There was my ghost, hanging out with all the other ghosts... drinking beer and goofing around. They all seemed to be pretty happy and having a generally good time. Occasionally they seemed to argue with each other and have disputes, I even saw a few fights, but for the most part they seemed pretty good natured. But I didn't recognize all of the invisible people. Some were strangers. I always figured they were just people I haven't met yet and become friends with later in life.
Once I solved this "puzzle" their identities were always very easy to distinguish. Each "ghost" felt like the person they were in real life. I could tell who I was talking to based on their "feel" without having to closely examine their silhouette. Occasionally I confused people who had a similar "energy", but for the most part I was able to start addressing them by name. I became friends with my own ghost. I caught up with a friend who died when we were kids. I developed a crush on a female who I referred to as the "cheshire cat girl". Years later I suspect it was the woman I am currently dating, who I hadn't met yet at that point in my life. She is the love of my life and my "dream girl" who I'm currently planning to marry. She's a knockout suicide girl who I've been obsessed with since we were young, but I didn't personally know her yet at that point. I actually saw the ghosts of other women who I hadn't met yet, but I would later date and have relationships with. I met my ex-girlfriend as a ghost years before meeting her in real life.
At some point around this time I started to communicate with them using my mind. We could have "telepathic conversations" without talking. I also began seeing them in color. As I would exhale my cloud of frozen gas and slip into the "nitrous wonderland" the cloud of gas would pass across their silhouettes, illuminating them in full color. They were beautiful fractalized and angelic versions of the real people they represented. As each of their their "ghost faces" were shown to me for the first time, I was able to see the profound beauty of each one of them. Their "ghost faces" were shown to me one by one over the course of a few months. Their faces were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Too beautiful for words. Like a perfect radiant angelic version of the real person. Around this time I also began to see them when I was sober and other spooky things started happening while I was sober. When I would walk past fluorescent lights they would begin to flicker. Strange things started happening to the lights wherever I went. Lights seemed to dim and flicker when I would walk into a room. I started to have a really powerful presence and people started to seem entranced by me. I started to feel like I was developing strange supernatural powers. I felt like I could read peoples mind and see into the future. Women became easy to attract. New friends flocked to me. I could have any woman I wanted. I became extremely popular. I had a strange mystical energy that attracted women. I started to have a very "Aliester Crowly" vibe that made people attracted to me. Getting laid with beautiful women became laughably easy. I began jokingly referring to myself as the "shaman of the dark", the "ghost hunter" and the "one who walks between shadows".
It was also around this time that I began to reach the "center of the maze" and I was no longer solving puzzles put before me by the "ghosts" and instead I just worked on developing my "powers". At one point I had an incredibly vivid hallucination that i was being "tattooed" or "modified" by some sort of powerful entity. The ghosts "dosed me" with an invisible drug. They applied something like toothpaste to the back of my hand and sprinkled it with powder. Afterwards I spent two weeks going through the most agonizing pain imaginable. It felt worse than kicking heroin. The substance they applied to my hand actually burned my skin and I still have a scar from it. Actually I think that happened right before I developed the "supernatural powers". There were also other "invisible entities" who were not my real life friends. They seemed much more powerful, like some sort of demi-gods. They often appeared in the form of animals or part animal and part human. The other "ghosts" seemed to have immense respect for these "demi-god-characters". They were obviously not human, or ghosts or whatever, but some other, higher lifeform. I had some powerful and humbling experiences with these "demi-god" characters. All the "invisible people" could travel through time and space and manipulate the physical world around me. They would occasionally knock things off the table, open and close doors, mess with the lights, music etc. but mostly they stayed confined to their own plane in which I was a visitor. Elements of my world seemed to overlap their own. My couch would be sitting on a tropic beach or the edge of a cliff rather than in my living room. They would open doors that didn't exist and walk up stairways or ladders that weren't visible to me. The doorways and windows in my house became doorways to different dimensions. I would watch as a dozen intoxicated "ghosts" came stumbling out of my closet, or climbed down up a ladder that wasn't there. One ghost unzipped the air in front of me like he was opening a tent, stepped through it and disappeared.
One of the more powerful things I experienced was a very clear and vivid hallucination that I was put into a "cockpit" type contraption. Something like a cross between a carnival ride and cockpit of space ship. Then I was zapped with some sort of electricity or something and I was immediately encased in a strange orange substance. I was then quickly "cut out" of the orange substance by some type of lazer and hung up in a strange round tank where I was lined up with other tanks full of people. I stayed in the "tank" for several days and it seemed like my "body" was undergoing some type of futuristic medical procedure.
Eventually I became so messed up from all the huffing that my friends and loved ones became very concerned and I had to stop doing NOS completely. It took about 2 years for the ghosts to "fade away" and during that time a referred to them as my "mount rushmore of invisible friends". They were all there hovering around me and guiding me like guardian angels. I still felt like I had "super powers" during this time. Beautiful women flocked to me, everyone wanted to know me and be my friend. Meanwhile my family and close friends cried about my "madness" and thought I had lost my mind. I carried continual conversations with my "invisible friends" everywhere I went. People thought I was insane, yet they were inexorably drawn to me. Women would call me crazy one minute and sleep with me the next. It was a surreal time in my life. I stopped using NOS and just spent my time drinking in bars and taking advantage of my "supernatural" ability to pick up women. And eventually it all faded into the past. I still have a really powerful presence, and women seem mystified by me, but I no longer see my invisible friends. I always have a sense that they are with me watching over me, but they are no longer a part of my life. I moved on. I got a job. I started a relationship with the woman I've always desired (hot doesn't even come close to describing her... she's one of the most popular models from the suicide girls website. she's like a dream come true) and most importantly I stopped using nitrous. Lately I've been dabbling with drugs again. We have been experimenting with heroin. But for the most part my life is normal. You would never guess that I used to be the ghost hunter.
These were the "major lessons" I took away from my years doing nitrous.
1. Death is not the end. Our souls are eternal. After death you will effectively remain the same person you were in life (this was a big one for me because I've always been an athiest, so this came as a big shock to me)
2. Santa Clause isn't the only one watching you and deciding if you've been naughty or nice. There's something I call the illusion of privacy. For a long time it was hard for me to masturbate because I couldn't get used to the idea of "everyone watching". Now I just make sure to put on a good show.
3. What you do with the time you've been given in your physical body matters. I don't pretend to know how it all works, but the things you do in this life matter very much and you will have to live with the choices you make in this lifetime. I can't really elaborate beyond that, but I suggest you don't waste your time on this planet because the things you do here matter more than you could possibly realize. In a way I think you continue to relive the choices you made in your life long after your death.
So in conclusion I want to state that 100% of this is true and exactly what I experienced. I don't expect you to believe it, but it happened. So that's my story. You may want to use caution when experimenting with nitrous. It's way more powerful than people realize. And if you use nitrous, try to keep your eyes open and look for the "invisible people". Who knows, maybe you'll see me around...
