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Meth,aliens,mkultra,cia

Saturnplay

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im a first time person on this blue light forum, i have a strange story reffering methamphetamine, Cannibus,Mushrooms,LSD,Hashish are my choice of drug use. then i got into meth like a piece of shit, i got addicted. i never smoked it, only snorted it. yet i used so little i would take one little bump or line and ill feel the burn and i love it.
Blah blah blah, we all know why we use meth. its strong and it makes you happy and horny. so check it out, you know how meth makes you horny? well it made me extrememly horny. but im pretty introverted and dont give a fuck about chasing pussy,while high on the shit i was able to project myself into a mediation and imagination and i can vividly see my vision im portryaying, so i wuld imagine girls around my noeghborhood or at work and ill bone them all porno style, and becouse i watched so much porn in my teens the images of positions were easily manifested into my state of "nirvana" i would have sex with endless of girls i know and i see it perfectly and can even simulate the sensation while invisioning these perverted thoughts. now this is where it gets wierd, not only would i feel completely strange and distraught when i would see the girl i just banged in my imagintiion, but would happen under these mishcivious imagination i would start to see alien heads and other strange monster creature looking enteties, then i would see horrible images of demons with horns just hanging around my closed eye lid vision. to give you a picture, whith my eyes closed it would be like channel 3 CEV static, instead of black and white scatter it would be brown and black, i would also see insects crawling though my imagination on auto-pilot. these images are not my creation, most likely a side effect of sex in the mind. also, theres a guy on youtube i think hes under 13occult or 13 something, but he speaks about Insectelions and how they are a alien race that parasites off human consumtions; so where im getting at with this is. when i would be in my room imaiginig pornogrpahy and im the star, duh.
when i get to a certain level of arousol there would be a cockorach crawling by or on the wall or a dead roach, after the first 4 times i aroused myself with this wierd meth mantra, i was done; im like okay this is wierd now. yet... i continued to do it, going against my princinples even though i said i woudlint, now.... this is owful becouse its not like im doing something like going out fucking hookers robbing cars and partying till i crash. no. i would just be in my room in the dark in a hypnosis telling myself i need to stop doing this yet i cant, paralyzed, and feeling shitty. So cockroachs are a mind controlling type of insect, now i also live near a lot of cell towers. and i noticed my vibration will get vex'd with the radiation of these cell towers ELF extremely low frequecny"
and i would get mad burns on my forehead, i started getting really into it, after maybe the 12th meth mantra i had a huge circle on my forhead like a laser was carving me, i went back into it again, and this time a Drone flew by my window and flashed a huge light. now i knew.. i was under a mind control project. it had to be. now as time progressed i would see a eye when i close my eyes; and this eye would look at me then close its eyelid and then re-open as a Monarch Butter-fly. i would see butterflys in my mind all the time. just one though. flying by in detail on a side note the whole time this was happening i was working and doing my thing, this never drove me off the rails like other meth addicts get into. my sistuation seems orchestreted since i would never buy the shit, it would be given to me. to be honest dont know where in going with this story, i just had to get this off my chest im writing this quick.
but to me and if you take alook at my nighborhood, its midddle class 2 sotry homes with a convinent store. not ghetto but for sure scumbags all around, harmless miscreainted that live day by day leeching off there parents when they bought these homes in the 50' 60's and 70's, most of them are not too bright. but good people, but i can surly assure you, there a psyop going on like the mountauk project. i know, they were extracting my sexual energy though my kunduinli and using for some type of covert black operation underground experiments.. just a side not here, our trash cans in the nighborhood say NASA, but with the 2nd A in the word backwords and a little taggin crew called CIA.
my little village in the corner of this town has a lot of nuts walking around. a lot. fuck... man i dont know. but i dont touch meth no more. fuck that. MK-ultra weaopns, ehh whatever bye.
 
Howdy Mr Play. Quite a first post. Yeah, I myself am wide awake right now on meth.

Usually by now I'm gooning away in a vivid fantasy in the manner you describe, just without the insectelions and CIA. I find the detail is such, I described it to someone as, like the beginning of a porno, where the pizza guy shows up, but instead of just getting down and fucking, as usual, there's a complex interaction, and lots of dialogue. Eventually it becomes a three-hour Oscar winning drama, and nobody's even fucked yet. The sun is coming up for Jebus' sake.

Anyway, as my sessions drag on past the 48 hr mark, still mild, considering, sleep comes like a ninja and if I lay down for even a second, fresh rail still steaming in my nostrils, I'm suddenly comatose, shrivelled pecker in hand. Then it's 2pm and the sun beats down its UV judgment.

But before that mark, and in similar instances with something on board to hold sleep back a bit, I too get a weird reality-warping if I hold still in one position. My eyes are closed but I can still see everything in the room in perfect detail. Then things in the room become their own thing, and the sound of the ceilingfan, which had been a distant radio and then music, becomes voices and conversations and deep breathing. Eventually I even get up and move around--without getting up.
And then there's an adventure, usually some nice flying. It's a lot of fun when your realize you're lucid dreaming. Best to try to bend it rather than force it, or you'll wake up. Go too easy and you'll fall asleep.

The important thing is to not start thinking at this point if you're using meth. Cause those thoughts won't be quite right. Those growing bugs are just dream bugs. Meth bugs. Your neighbors are just assholes and don't even know who you are. Your sex energy is still stuck inside you cause you're too high to get it out. I ask myself, after I realized what was happening (which, sadly, requires sobriety), are there two or more people involved who have to communicate specifically about me, with each other? If so, it's a delusion. Not even my parents do that.

IDK, works for me. Time to goon, hope you enjoy your time here!
 
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